He was tightening a rope to a golden lotus lantern, swinging it overhead and aiming carefully before throwing it forcefully toward the hole above…,Ouyang Rong checked the knots one last time, licked his chapped lips, and with a "whoosh," bounced up onto the lotus platform.,A certain materialistic graduate student earnestly turned his head and politely inquired, "May I ask for your esteemed name, venerable master"。