In the conversation that followed, I learned Master's name, Abner. The hermits and warrior monks did not have surnames, because when they chose this path, they had already sworn to disconnect from their worldly families.

I was amazed when I heard this very cold-sounding rule, because I had the impression that a Crucidian monk, or Buddhist monk, could still see his family, and not only that, but Master Abner was a kind-looking, approachable elder, and it was hard to imagine that Tuttle and the other monks seemed to respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

Later, though, my doubts were answered. This provision was aimed at social ties such as inheritance rights and family duties, not between individual hermits and relatives. Hermits are still allowed to meet with their families, but they are not allowed to interfere in family affairs, inherit property, or get involved in other related matters.

After a brief introduction of myself, I made my intentions clear to Master Abner. They listened patiently to what I had to say—the strange nightmares, the phenomena for no reason, and the long journey I had to venture into the continent of Inkanok from the enchanted woods, to Usa, to Dras-Lynn, and then across the oceans to Selephis and Serranian, King of Curanis. Abner was genuinely sympathetic to the vague and appalling experiences I had recounted through my notes, but he also severely criticized some of my dangerous actions, and when I spoke of how to make up my mind to enter the cold field, he sincerely praised my courage and determination.

However, he frowned deeply when he heard about my ability to planeswalk, and the glimpse of the Tindarus Hound in extradimensional space.

"Forgive me, child from the waking world, but I don't know much about extraterritorial creatures like the Tyndalus Hound, and I'm afraid the warrior monk's methods won't be of much use to them. Perhaps I can ask Tuttle to take you to the priest, though. ”

"Are you talking about a priest with a yellow silk mask covering his face?"

The look of surprise on Master Abner's face showed that he was quite surprised.

"I heard about it from King Kuranis of Selephaith. "But there seems to be a rumor that the priest was not an easy person to get along with. ”

"He's a ...... with a strange temperament," Master Abner prolonged, but instead of continuing, he looked at me meaningfully for a moment, "but you don't need to worry too much, we have been in contact with that monastery from time to time. You should go back, and I'll have someone arrange a room for you. ”

And so my first meeting with the monastery master ended here. The room I was given was the same as the other hermit's quarters, and there was no special treatment. There was a single bed covered with rough mattresses, a quilt made of cotton, a wooden desk in front of the bed, and a wooden box at the head of the bed that appeared to be used to store clothes and daily necessities.

On the whole, the room was furnished quite in line with the austere style of the hermits. After making this assessment, I went back to the waking world and woke up from my dorm bed on Monday morning.

On December 16th, even though the final exams were approaching, and the academic pressure brought by the school's urban education - even at the elementary school level - was far greater than the outside world, I still entered the dream on time, and the form of spiritual cohesion appeared in the monastery.

Releasing my perception a little, I sensed a place where yang energy was rich and essence was rising like wolf smoke. It should be a place for the monks to practice, and Tuttle is probably there, but I'm not sure if it will be seen as a disturbance.

Fortunately, not all hermits are warrior monks. In fact, judging by the number of targets that were full of qi and blood, there would not be more than thirteen warrior monks in the entire monastery. No, at that time, I had already guessed that the masters had a stronger control over qi and blood, which I would have been difficult to detect for a while, and further knowledge later confirmed my suspicion.

Anyway, I managed to find the nearby hermit monk—unfortunately, the tall, thin middle-aged man I had met at the door yesterday—and asked when the monks' morning practice was over, and if I could observe their practice.

"I can't answer your question. On the other party's wrinkled face, the sinister hooked nose twitched, "You have to ask the warrior monks and masters." ”

Seeing that his expression was indifferent, I did not intend to be bored, so I said no more, and walked around this monastery that covered a considerable area. Before leaving yesterday, Tuttle told me that there is no such thing as a forbidden place, and that you can explore the outside as you like, but you have to ask permission before entering the building.

If I had to choose one word to sum up how this monastery felt to me, I think the word "desolation" would be the most appropriate answer. These buildings undoubtedly have been handed down from ancient times to the present day, and have undergone many repairs over the years, but the imprints left on the bluestone and bricks are always a sign of the passage of time. It is hard to imagine that in this barren and eerie plateau I could see flower beds and simple gardening, even though the shrubs were half-withered and the flowers were mostly withered.

I spent about two hours touring the monastery, including looking out into the treacherous wilderness from some of the towers. Before entering the building, I would knock on the door and ask about the people inside, and if no one was in the house and there were no other hermits nearby, I would give up for now. Eventually, I went back to the building where I lived, where I met Tattle, who had come looking for me.

"Got out for a walk?"

"Well, a little bit of a tour of the outside and a few buildings that you can get into. By the way, in the morning, I sensed that a group of martial artists with strong qi and blood were gathered together, are you cultivators?"

"That's right, it's the morning exercise of the warrior monks, and it's part of their daily homework. Tuttle nodded, and added, "Life in the monastery may be a bit boring for you, but Master Abner has contacted the priest, and I think he will be able to take you there tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." ”

Actually, I don't hate this kind of monastic life. During the summer vacation, when I practiced in the cave mansion left by the ancestors of the Yun family, I enjoyed the feeling of calm and indifferent solitude. Afterwards, I politely asked Tuttle if I could observe their cultivation, but he politely refused, but this was also what I expected.

Finally, Tuttle said goodbye to me by saying that there were other spiritual lessons. It wasn't until a moment after he left that I remembered that I had forgotten to ask him where the library was. hurriedly chased out the door, and sure enough, the swift warrior monk had long since disappeared.

"Whew...... Since the hermits have their own daily practice and labor work, there must be similar people in the library who are taking care of it, and no matter how bad it is, they can go to Master Abna. "I thought about it for a moment, and I didn't use the Wind Resistor and Divine Sense to chase after it, after all, it is not polite to fly rashly in the monastery," I hope the library here will be open to me like the one in Usa." ”