After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

There were no flowery words, no romantic preamble, and even a hoarse voice from a serious injury, yet it was as straightforward as he was, leaving no room for evasion.

Before Jiang Dusheng could react, Xie Jinchen continued on his own, "My mother left me some property. It's not exactly a mountain of gold and silver, but it should be enough to fill several small hills."

He seemed to have thought of something that could attract her, and added:

"If you like, you can throw money at ghosts for fun later, just to make a sound. Or... buy a few mountains and plant them full of Bodhi trees you like, or something else..."

"I'm a man with a fierce aura, and I cause countless troubles... but I'm a man of my word. In this life, there will only be you. There will be no more wives, concubines, mistresses, or mistresses."

He paused, his arm tightening, his voice tinged with a mixture of awkwardness and force, "But don't even think about taking any male concubines. Not a single one."

As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered, and the last syllable became indistinct, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength.

Jiang Dusheng turned his head and looked up. He saw that the man's eyes were closed and his breathing had become even and long. He had actually fallen asleep.

It makes sense. He was severely weakened, and he had to force himself to cope with so many things. It's already his limit that he's managed to hold on until now.

He didn't even get a reply from her.

Jiang Dusheng nestled quietly in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the rapid beating in her chest caused by his straightforward words.

Those words, devoid of romantic sentiments or vows of eternal love, strangely resonated with the most comforting place in her heart.

She gazed at Xie Jinchen's face, now devoid of all sharp features, as he slept, and the corners of her lips unconsciously turned up slightly.

She spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing his peaceful sleep, or perhaps as if speaking to herself:

"Yes. I'm willing."

Ten days later, Nanzen Temple.

As dawn broke, the mountain mist lingered, and the air was filled with the fresh scents of grass, trees, and incense.

Xie Jinchen's recovery ability is truly astonishing. In addition, Huiming generously used his best medicines, and Jiang Dusheng provided spiritual nourishment almost every step of the way. Although he is still far from his peak, he can already move freely.

Under the Bodhi tree, Huiming sat cross-legged in his usual spot, closing his eyes to rest.

Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng walked over side by side.

"Master." Xie Jinchen stepped forward and stood in front of Huiming, his usual carefree expression disappearing.

He presented an envelope with both hands and respectfully handed it to Huiming.

Huiming lifted his eyelids, glanced at it, and didn't take it. "What kind of trick is this now?"

"I am deeply grateful to my master for taking me in and treating me these past few days, and for his meticulous care." Xie Jinchen spoke sincerely, his posture very humble.

"This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope it can help the temple with incense money, repairs to the halls, or improvements to the vegetarian meals. It's not a large amount, but it's a small token of my gratitude. I hope the Master will not mind."

Huiming then reached out and took it. The envelope was very thin, unlike the thick stack of silver notes it contained.

With a casual air, he opened the envelope and took out the contents.

It wasn't silver notes, but several land deeds and salt permits.

A quick glance revealed fertile lands and coveted travel documents, their value far exceeding ten thousand taels, and far more secure and sustainable than cash.

Huiming raised an eyebrow and looked deeply at Xie Jinchen.

This kid is generous and thoughtful. He knows that giving huge sums of money in cash would be ostentatious and vulgar, so he chose these instead, which are both practical and show sincerity.

Xie Jinchen seemed oblivious to the deeper meaning in Huiming's eyes, and continued, "As for the betrothal gifts..."

He paused, his gaze shifting to Jiang Dusheng, who stood quietly beside him. A hint of tenderness flickered in his eyes before he quickly returned to Huiming.

"I have already written a letter back to Changling, and someone will formally deliver it to me in accordance with etiquette in a few days."

Huiming slowly folded the land deed and salt certificate, stuffed them back into the envelope, his face revealing little emotion, only letting out a soft snort:

"Hmph, at least you have some manners. Those precious medicinal herbs I've collected haven't been wasted."

These words, though seemingly critical, are actually an implicit acknowledgment, and even contain a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction.

Xie Jinchen insisted on sending the betrothal gifts to Nanchan Temple, rather than the Jiang family, and his intentions were self-evident.

He wanted everyone to know that from now on, Nanchansi Temple would be Jiang Dusheng's strongest support, and Huiming would be her most important elder.

Jiang Dusheng understood this intention, and Huiming naturally saw it clearly as well.

The slight resentment he felt over "good cabbage being eaten by a pig" seemed to be somewhat soothed by this meticulous and thoughtful consideration.

As the sunlight grew warmer, Jiang Dusheng stepped forward and bowed to Huiming, who was still counting prayer beads: "Master, your disciple will now descend the mountain."

"In a few days, the incense in our temple will definitely be much more abundant than before. Don't complain about the noise then."

Nanchansi Temple had already gained some fame due to the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts and Shi Qinglian. In addition, once the matter between Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng spread, this secluded ancient temple would probably never be able to return to its former tranquility.

Upon hearing this, Huiming finally couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth, which he was trying to maintain as a stern teacher, turn up involuntarily.

But he immediately tensed up, pretended to cough twice, lifted his eyelids, and gave Jiang Dusheng a look that said "come here".

Jiang Dusheng understood and whispered to Xie Jinchen, "Wait for me."

Then he followed Huiming to the other side of the Bodhi tree to make sure Xie Jinchen couldn't hear the whispers from this side.

With his back to Xie Jinchen, Huiming lowered his voice, his face serious as if this was a matter of great importance, and said:

"My disciple, after much thought, I've decided that since you and he are already engaged, you should get married as soon as possible."

Jiang Dusheng thought he was going to give some advice on the key points of cultivation, and blinked when he heard this, saying "Oh." His reaction was indifferent.

Seeing her clueless attitude, Huiming's white eyebrows twitched slightly with anxiety. He leaned closer and lowered his voice:

"The important thing is, only after we're married can we legitimately... um, that..."

His face seemed a little red, but he still forced himself to speak and quickly blurted out:

"Use the dual cultivation method to safely transfer the deadly yang energy in his body into your body."

"This matter should be addressed sooner rather than later; delaying it will not benefit either of you!"

After listening, Jiang Dusheng's face remained calm. He simply said "Oh" again, this time drawing out the last syllable to indicate that he understood.

She turned to walk back, seemingly thinking it wasn't a big deal.

Huiming couldn't stop her in time, and watching her walk away towards Xie Jinchen, he couldn't help but add, "Remember that!"

Jiang Dusheng didn't turn his head, but simply raised his hand and waved casually, his voice clearly rang out:

"I understand. Please don't worry. The antidote is right in front of me. How could I let my evil energy backfire and kill me?"

Huiming stood alone under the Bodhi tree, watching the two figures, one in green and one in black, gradually disappear into the distance. The seriousness on his face finally melted away completely.

He stroked his long, snow-white beard, squinted, and gazed in the direction where the two had disappeared outside the mountain gate. He muttered to himself, his voice filled with smug calculation:

"Hmm...it seems I can enjoy this roast chicken every day from now on! I won't have to sneak around and count down the days to treat myself anymore. Excellent, excellent...my disciple's marriage is very well arranged, very well arranged..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had broken his vow of silence again, so he quickly covered his mouth and looked around warily.

Fortunately, the courtyard was deserted, and apart from the Buddha and the Bodhi tree, no one heard his remarks that were detrimental to the image of a high-ranking monk.