Lin Lingsu mentioned changing careers as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Shen Yue felt a touch of pity.
He pitied yet another person for consorting with the dangerous contradictions of the secular world.
Faith had become a profession, yet faith itself no longer existed. It sounded sad, but in Lin Lingsu's heart, it was only natural.
"After I became a Taoist priest, I never really found my calling."
Lin Lingsu recalled, "Taoism preaches stillness and inaction, but the Taoists I met were all consumed by greed and desire. If we talk about single-minded dedication, they might even surpass laymen."
Chen Dong was slightly surprised, he hadn't expected Lin Lingsu's self-criticism to be so profound.
"Why?" Lin Lingsu murmured, "I don't understand it either."
It was as if Shen Yue was watching a blank sheet of paper being dipped into a dye vat.
By listening to Lin Lingsu's story, he felt he was observing the transformation of a person within the secular world.
