My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Since spiritual practice in this world emphasizes "faith" and "reputation," then... let's just establish one as fate dictates.

Anyway, when you travel around, a name is just a convenient symbol for addressing people.

His thoughts raced, and the fantastical stories he had read in his previous life and the vocabulary from Taoist classics flashed through his mind.

A faint, worldly smile appeared on his face. His gaze was fixed on the distant, mist-shrouded mountains, and his voice was ethereal, both real and dreamlike.

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings. This humble Daoist... comes from the Biyou Palace of the East Sea, and is merely a wandering hermit, whose Daoist name is... Qingwei."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dashan's eyes lit up! The Biyou Palace of the East Sea! It sounded incredibly profound and mysterious!

Qingwei! Indeed, it is the name of a transcendent and otherworldly being!

He quickly bowed deeply again, his voice filled with emotion.

"So it is Immortal Master Qingwei of Biyou Palace in the East Sea! This disciple... no, this humble one, Wang Dashan, will forever remember the Immortal Master's name and kindness!"

Ye Qingfeng waved his hand and said calmly, "A title is nothing but an illusion; peace of mind is the true home. Benefactor Wang, please return."

Living a good life and doing good deeds is the best way to repay this poor monk.

Having said that, he said no more and turned to leave.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Immortal Master Qingwei!"

Wang Dashan bowed deeply to Ye Qingfeng's retreating figure once more, until the gray-blue figure completely disappeared around the bend in the mountain road.

Only then did he straighten up, his heart filled with indescribable emotion and reverence.

He silently engraved the words "Donghai Biyou Palace" and "Qingwei" firmly in his heart.

When Wang Dashan returned to the village, the people on the other side of the riverbank were still there.

The terrifying yet sacred scenes from just moments ago are still vivid in our minds. Now, having survived the ordeal, everyone is still deeply moved.

At this point, the topic inevitably turned to Chen Maocai's family.

"Chen Maocai's family... what should we do with them? We can't just let them rot in the village, can we?" someone asked hesitantly.

An elder stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"The immortal said that it was the backlash of their own sins, not an external force."

Although we hate them, we don't need to kick them while they're down, only adding to the karma.

In my opinion, since they've already received their 'retribution,' let them fend for themselves. As for that house… they probably can't stay there any longer.”

This statement was accepted by the majority of people.

For those who have fallen into the abyss and become terrifying and disgusting, the simple villagers can only spit on them and stay away from them.

However, he couldn't bring himself to inflict further torture.

Since the immortal has already made his judgment, let the curse slowly torment them.

At this moment, everyone's gaze turned to the neat and tidy Dragon King Temple at the entrance of the village, and their hatred rekindled.

"This harmful temple must not be allowed to remain!"

"Yes! Push it down! Just looking at it reminds me of all the filth I've endured over the years!"

"Demolish! It must be demolished! Leave not a single brick or tile!"

The crowd was once again agitated.

Several young men picked up hoes and shovels and headed towards the temple.

"Wait!" The old man who had received Ye Qingfeng's help in guiding the souls of the dead spoke again, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

His gaze finally landed in the direction of the Chen family mansion at the east end of the village, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"This temple must be demolished. What about the bricks, tiles, and timber that come off, and... the ill-gotten gains the Chen family has accumulated over the years through demonic possession and exploitation of us? What should we do with them?"

He paused, then raised his voice, giving a guiding tone.

"We have received a great favor from Immortal Yunyouzi. The immortal is indifferent to fame and fortune and left without a word."

Are we just going to stand by and watch? The immortal's refusal is a sign of his noble character; our failure to reciprocate is tantamount to forgetting our roots!

The crowd fell silent, lost in thought.

The old man continued.

"We can handle the Chen family's farmland and houses fairly according to village rules, either by dividing or selling them, to help the households that have suffered the most damage."

As for those ill-gotten gains... let's take them out and build a real ancestral hall for the immortal on the original site of this demolished Dragon King Temple!

Use that dirty money obtained through harming others to do something clean that will bring gratitude and glory to the community!

Let's build a golden statue for the immortal, so that our Xiahe Village will remember for generations who saved us.

This will also give the immortal's blessings and prestige a real place to reside, allowing him to receive some clean incense offerings!

"Use the Chen family's money to build a shrine and sculpt a golden statue for the Taoist priest?" This idea, like a spark, instantly ignited the villagers' emotions.

"Great! Excellent! This is called 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,' meaning to repay a debt with one's own wealth, even if the other person cannot harm one!"

"That's exactly right! Let that dirty money be used in the cleanest places!"

"Build a shrine? Build a shrine for the Taoist priest? Great! That's a good idea!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's a pity we didn't give the immortal any gold or silver. Let's build a shrine for him and make offerings!"

"How can such filthy things as gold and silver be mentioned in the same breath as immortals? It would only tarnish the name of immortals!"

"Of course! Absolutely! If it weren't for the immortal, we'd still be living in the shadow of monsters and bullies!"

"I'll provide the timber!"

"I'll do the physical work!"

"My family still has some copper coins saved up..."

Almost no one objected; everyone felt that this was the best way to repay the kindness and also to establish a positive spiritual symbol for the village.

Even Li Laoshuan's family excitedly expressed their willingness to donate most of their assets to build the ancestral hall.

After the initial excitement, a question arose in front of everyone.

An elder scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Building a shrine is a good idea... but what should we name the shrine for the immortal?"

What should be written on the memorial tablet? It can't just say "Changci" (长祠, meaning "Eternal Ancestral Hall")!

Everyone was speechless. Indeed, they had absolutely no idea who the immortal was, including his name.

Where does the immortal come from? What is his orthodox Taoist name? I know nothing.

When the immortal was performing the ritual to deliver the souls of the dead, he referred to himself as "this humble Taoist" and did not reveal his name.

Just when everyone was at a loss, and some even suggested chasing after the departing immortal to get some answers—

"I know!"

A loud voice came from outside the crowd.

Everyone turned around and saw Wang Dashan push through the crowd and stride in, his face beaming with pride.

"Dashan? You know about it?" Li Laoshuan asked hurriedly.

Wang Dashan nodded vigorously, straightened his back, and glanced at all the expectant faces.

He cleared his throat and, in the clearest and most solemn tone he could muster, said loudly:

"Just now, I followed the immortal out of the village and specifically asked about his Daoist temple and Daoist name!"

Everyone's ears perked up, and the riverbank instantly fell silent except for the sounds of the wind and water.

Wang Dashan took a deep breath, as if trying to etch every word into the air:

"The immortal himself told me—he is a highly accomplished master from the Biyou Palace in the East Sea!"

"The Biyou Palace of the East Sea?!" A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Although I don't know where this is, the name sounds like it's full of ethereal and otherworldly charm!

Wang Dashan paused, then his voice grew even louder, filled with pride:

"The immortal's title is—Qingwei!"

Biyou Palace in the East Sea, Qingwei!

These seven words, like a mark imbued with ethereal beauty, were deeply engraved in the hearts of every villager from Xiahe Village present.

It will also be passed down by word of mouth and engraved on the inscription of the new ancestral hall that is about to be built.