"Wei... Fellow Daoist, there is one thing I don't understand. Why are there so many mundane servants in Mount Putuo?" Shen Luo asked.
"All guests who come to Mount Putuo have this doubt. After all, other sects mostly have outer disciples do the chores, and rarely do they take in so many ordinary people." Wei Qing said without any surprise.
"Yes, as far as I know, the mountain gates of most sects try to avoid too much interaction with mortals. This is exactly what I don't understand." Shen Luo said this. Bai Xiaotian on the side did not speak, but his face showed an expression of deep agreement.
"Mortals who can come here are either wholeheartedly yearning for Buddhism, or are trapped in the sea of suffering and unable to escape. They come here naturally to seek Buddha and liberation. However, there are also some people who have the idea of being lucky enough to be noticed by the immortal master and be able to practice Zen. It's a pity that such a chance is too slim." Wei Qing curled his lips slightly and said slowly.
"So that's how it is. As the saying goes, 'The way of man is vague, while the way of immortals is vast', that's roughly the case." Shen Luo agreed.
The three of them chatted casually as they walked several hundred feet along the bluestone mountain path. After passing a narrow passage, the terrain in front of them suddenly opened up, revealing a flat mountain valley with a number of two-story single-family wooden houses built inside.
Not far from these wooden houses, there is the only pavilion building with a hip roof, standing not far from the entrance of the narrow passage.
Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian followed Wei Qing into the main hall, and saw a fat middle-aged manager sitting behind a desk. When he saw Wei Qing leading two people in, he immediately stood up from the chair.
"Uncle Wei, why did you come to Youran Valley?" The fat steward said with some panic as he straightened his hat that was almost slipping off his head.
"Nothing. Just send two fellow disciples from other sects who are here to attend the Xianxing Conference to register and arrange accommodation for them." Wei Qing said calmly without any change in expression.
"Oh, it turns out that you are a distinguished guest from another sect. Uncle Wei, don't worry, since you brought him here personally, I will definitely entertain him well." The fat steward rubbed his hands and said flatteringly.
"They... Never mind. I'll leave it to you." Wei Qing saw that he had misunderstood and wanted to explain, but felt that it was unnecessary.
After saying this, he said goodbye, turned around, walked out of the palace, and left.
Seeing his figure disappear at the end of his sight, the fat steward's smile did not diminish at all, and he carefully asked Shen Luo and the others:
"May I ask, fellow Taoists, who are you to Uncle Wei?"
"He's not just anyone. We just met Senior Wei today." Shen Luo answered casually.
"That's strange..." the fat manager said with some surprise upon hearing this.
"What's so strange about this?" Bai Xiaotian asked with a frown.
“You don’t know, this Senior-Uncle Wei Qing has always been a very indifferent person. Apart from practicing in the sect, he seldom takes care of other things. I’ve never seen something like today where he personally brings you to Youran Valley before.” The fat steward laughed and said.
Hearing this, Shen Luo and the others were a little surprised, and became more interested in Wei Qing.