Chapter 123 Childish

Upon seeing Feng Qingge arrive, they all put down their wooden sticks and surrounded her, overjoyed.

As usual, she gave them candy when she saw them. The little monks were overjoyed to receive the candy and kept talking to her.

A group of bald boys surrounded her, chattering like a flock of birds.

Suddenly, Feng Qingge, who was listening to the little monks tell funny stories, stopped and looked at the wall next to them. A little girl was standing there, clinging to the wall, staring at them with her big eyes, not moving at all.

"Su'er?" He raised an eyebrow and called out to her, but a strange feeling rose in his heart.

Su'er stared at her quietly for a moment, then took her short little steps and walked over.

"Senior brother!" she called out to Feng Qingge in a sweet voice, which immediately stirred up ripples in Feng Qingge's heart.

"Why are you standing at a distance watching?" The question was asked casually, with a slight smile.

Upon hearing this, Su'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed together. She looked at her quietly before speaking, "They are too naive."

"Pfft!" One sentence made Feng Qingge burst out laughing. What? Too childish?

"Little brat, do you even know what childishness is?" He raised a slender eyebrow, looking at her incredulously, a strange feeling returning to him.

Sure enough, Su'er stopped talking, but looking at her innocent little face, it wasn't that she didn't know, but rather that she was disdainful, as if Feng Qingge had asked a very stupid question.

"I'm going to find my master." Su'er lowered her head, not even glancing at her, then turned and walked away with her small legs.

Feng Qingge was left bewildered. Had she just been looked down upon?

"Third Young Master, is she the one Master Shikong picked up? I heard that the Master has already taken her as his last disciple." A young monk tugged at the hem of her robe, peeked out from behind her, looked at her small figure, and then looked up to ask Feng Qingge.

"Hmm." She nodded, but inwardly she was speechless. When her master took her in, he said she would be his last disciple. Now he's making another last disciple. Is he kidding her?

However, the more she looked at Su'er, the stranger she became, and that strange and indescribable feeling welled up in her heart again.

The following day was the last day of the purification. After today, the succubus's demonic energy and resentment would be completely purified. She would no longer be disturbed by the resentment in her heart, nor would she cause snow to fall at will.

However, at dawn, the Fanyin Temple was visited by two uninvited guests.

As dawn broke and the temple bells rang out, Fanyin Temple welcomed its first guest of the day.

One servant and one master, one dressed in a magnificent purple robe and bound with a jade belt, the other in a plain black robe and holding a black sword, looking menacing.

"Please come this way, esteemed guests." A young monk, about seventeen or eighteen years old, walked forward. He wore a blue monk's robe and had a string of Buddhist prayer beads hanging from his neck, which dangled down to his chest.

The young monk led the two into the temple and took them directly to Shikong's meditation room. When they arrived at the door, he knocked and then left.

"Come in." A soft voice came from inside, and just hearing that voice calmed one's heart.

The door opened with a sound, and the man in the purple robe standing at the door paused for a moment before going inside.

Just as the two entered, Feng Qingge's door opened, and the two missed each other.

"Hmm." Turning her head, Feng Qingge frowned. Could she have seen wrong? Why did it seem like someone went into Shi Kong's room? And why did that figure look so familiar?

I couldn't recall it at the moment, and assumed it was just an ordinary pilgrim coming to talk to Master Shikong about Zen, so I didn't take it to heart.