Chapter 8: Demon-hunting Chronicles
Looking at the title, it seemed like a travelogue recording the experiences of the Zhang Heavenly Master’s demon subduing adventures. It should not be much different from some of the storybooks he had read before, most of which were fabricated stories of oddities and wonders.
Shen Luo didn’t pay much attention to it, he brushed off the dust on it and put it into his sleeve pocket.
Later, after looking behind the remaining chairs and tables, he found nothing else of worth, so he had to stop and returned to Qingchipo.
The meditation room of Qingchipo was a two-story row building, each floor had about twenty smaller rooms, and some of the disciples from the temple lived here.
Shen Luo’s room was on the first floor, right next to the cliff.
All the disciples’ rooms were small, besides a bed and a pair of table and chairs, there were no other objects, Shen Luo’s was no exception.
As he pushed the door open, a strong pine scent hit him in the face, causing Shen Luo to scrunch up his nose.
The temple had plenty of scented items like sandalwood and pinewood, and didn’t prohibit disciples from using them. Because, while meditating, these items assisted in calming and focusing the mind and made it easier to enter a tranquil state.
However, most people only light up one stick, which would give off a faint scent. Unlike him, who made the scent so strong that it was almost suffocating.