"Lift high, let down gently."
Yuan Feidao spoke absentmindedly:
"This World Venerate from who knows where... not simple at all...."
The novice monk poured tea for him, equally astonished:
"An arrow that makes thirty-three cities fade, piercing the Governor's palm, yet only smashing a plaque..."
"I've heard a youngster from the Cui Family was wronged, and that lad knelt three thousand times before the Cui Family's threshold, summoning this earth-shattering arrow."
Yuan Feidao shook his head:
"Before this, did you ever hear of World Venerate?"
The novice monk recalled:
"The Confucian seventy-two scrolls, Taoism's one hundred and eight volumes, my Buddhist Sect's three hundred and sixty-five sutras, among all these, none mention World Venerate."
Yuan Feidao nodded, drank his tea, and declared:
"This World Venerate is about to preach in the Golden Province."
The novice monk was startled:
