Qingyun Nunnery, which is located on the same mountain as Huatan Temple, caught fire last night, and the entire nunnery was almost burned down.
For some people, this is a catastrophe.
For others, it's just something to listen to casually.
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After confirming that the Embroidered Robe Envoy's secret network on Qingyun Mountain was intact, and that last night's fire at Qingyun Temple was not a scheme by other forces.
The Qin merchant waved his hand.
He was wearing a new royal blue outfit today, and he was looking at the wooden hairpin in his hair in the bronze mirror.
To be honest, the hairpin looked more like a piece of wood that had been casually broken off; it was too rough and didn't match his clothes at all. Yet, he seemed to really like it.
"It seems that my advice last night was effective. Now, I'm actually starting to have some expectations for this Lady Qi."
Jingrou stood by the door with her hands at her sides, without saying a word.
The Qin merchant, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, finished tidying himself up and turned to look at her.
"Arou, look at me, am I handsome? Won't I make girls' hearts flutter?"
Jingrou then looked at his face carefully.
In a measured tone, he said, “Your Excellency has an effeminate appearance and lacks masculinity. But I’ve heard that the Northern Court is full of rugged men. Perhaps your appearance is just what the Northern Court princess wants.”
"You..." Qin Shang was speechless, choked by her blunt honesty.
"Alright. You have to go take care of your business, sir. You keep an eye on things at the temple. If anything urgent comes up, send me a message."
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Meanwhile, news that Qingyun Nunnery had caught fire last night and that the nuns and female guests staying there might have to temporarily stay at Huatan Temple also reached Daoci.
"It was the young lady from the Qi family who set the fire last night. Some dirty things happened to her in the nunnery, and in a fit of anger, she simply set a fire and burned it all to the ground."
Speaking of this, the monk Yuanmao marveled.
It's truly unbelievable that such a delicate and charming young woman would have the audacity to do something like this.
The delicate fragrance of winter plum blossoms wafted in from outside the window.
The slender, white-robed monk sat silently, gazing at the cup of hot tea on the table by the window.
Qingyan, who was copying scriptures on the side, couldn't help but roll his eyes.
What else is she afraid of?
She even knocked me unconscious yesterday and followed my senior brother to the secret passage.
Although it is said that monks should not take lives unnecessarily, this woman knew too many important secrets, and the implications were too far-reaching.
Knowing that his senior brother was poisoned by Gu, knowing his secret at Huatan Temple, and also seeing the Xuan Bird Hidden Guard.
She was still an envoy of the Embroidered Robe Envoy; a few words from her could condemn her senior brother to eternal damnation.
I really don't understand why my senior brother trusts her so much. Isn't he afraid she'll turn around and bite me?
While Qingyan was lost in thought, he also began to have some doubts.
Could it be, as those outsiders say, that Senior Brother has some unusual feelings for this Third Sister Qi?
After Yuan Mao finished talking about Qingyun Nunnery, he returned to Huatan Temple.
"The abbot asked me to say that he hopes that Your Highness can give a sermon in the Dharma Hall on the day of the enlightenment of the Medicine Buddha in a few days."
This time, Dao Ci did not remain silent.
His exceptionally dark eyes fell upon the winter plum blossoms outside the window.
"I said I wasn't feeling well and declined for the time being."
As if he had just thought of something, he ordered, "Go and get me some Gu Shen San Han Wan (a traditional Chinese medicine for strengthening the spirit and dispelling cold)."
Yuan Mao hurriedly asked, "Master, did you catch a chill last night and are you feeling unwell?"
Dao Ci simply said, "Go and get it."
Yuan Mao didn't know the details, but Qing Yan did.
Qingyan secretly widened his eyes.
Could it be that these pills are prepared for the young lady of the Qi family?
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Qi Su was able to move into Huatan Temple as she had wished.
After all, she has powerful connections.
She didn't need to worry about the nuns at Qingyun Nunnery; she was busy dealing with the fire and cleaning up the mess that had been buried for years.
Regardless of Huatan Temple's obligation to provide relief, the monks, both senior and junior, held three meetings to discuss how to settle the nuns at Qingyun Nunnery.
She simply moved to a new house and lived in a new meditation room.
I have to say, big companies really do offer good benefits.
Just take the food in the vegetarian hall as an example. There are four dishes and a soup, and the staple food can be steamed buns, rice and flower rolls.
The taste is much better than Qingyun Temple.
After finishing her meal, Qi Su's feelings of being let down by this damn world finally eased.
They even had the leisure to walk around Huatan Temple.
This temple is huge, with so many Buddha halls and treasure halls; one person definitely couldn't burn them all.
The cause of the fire at Qingyun Nunnery has been found out: outsiders broke into the nunnery, set it on fire, and then attempted to steal from it in the chaos.
There is only this one reason.
Whether the outsider admits it or not is unimportant. Yuan Run has already made the decision; all that's left is to send the thief to be punished.
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Moving to a new place makes even commuting to work much more convenient.
No more climbing mountains.
Qi Su arrived at Dao Ci's Zen temple on time, brewed the medicine, and brought it into the room.
The monk's room was as quiet and still as ever.
But Qi Su's feelings were completely different when she stepped in this time.
After all, she now knows about the spoilers.
Qi Su placed the medicine on the table, and this time she didn't pretend to read the scriptures.
Instead, he sat absentmindedly, resting his chin on his hand, glancing at Dao Ci every now and then.
The master was sitting upright under the candlelight, translating Sanskrit scriptures.
Even though he was calm and composed, she still looked down on him.
Qi Su looked at him strangely today.
The master, of course, did not know that this look, tinged with heartache, was called—"You are no longer pure."
If you were pure, how could you have been seduced by Ayan?
Who exactly is Ayan? Even a pure and sexy fairy like her can't compare.
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Just as Qi Su was absentmindedly observing Dao Ci for the twelfth time.
The master put down the bamboo pen in his hand.
He instructed Qingyan, "Bring me the Spirit-Strengthening and Cold-Dispelling Pills."
Qingyan took out a small porcelain bottle with a red cloth stopper.
Dao Ci: "Give it to her."
Qingyan then handed the small white porcelain bottle to Qi Su.
He thought to himself, "See? See? What did I say?"
Qi Su shook the bottle.
"What is this?"
Qingyan maintained a composed demeanor and said with an open and honest tone, "It's medicine for treating colds and fevers. Aren't you sick? The master has a lifelong compassion for you, so don't overthink it."
Qi Su responded with an "oh".
He pulled out the plug and swallowed three or four pills whole.
Qing Yan...
"Don't interfere with the master's translation of the sutra. Is there anything you don't understand about the Diamond Sutra? Bring it here, and I'll explain it to you."
Qi Su: "Thank you, little master, but I'm not in the mood tonight."
Qingyan was puzzled. She wasn't in the mood? She was usually incredibly persistent.
“Living in a nunnery or temple is not as convenient as being at home. You should go home as soon as possible.”
Qi Su responded with an "oh".
Qingyan then realized that she hadn't listened at all.
A moment later, Qi Su asked a question.
"Little Master, did your senior brother have a girl he liked before?"
What?
Qingyan was so frightened that he almost dropped his prayer beads.
“What are you saying, benefactor? Monks are free from worldly desires and have no attachment to the six senses.”
Qi Su: "Think about it again. Really, there isn't one?"
Qingyan: "...Benefactor, please do not speak recklessly and tarnish my senior brother's reputation."
Qi Su: "Yes, you didn't know about this either."
She got up and sat down next to Daoci.
"Master, is there such a thing as a love affair like, 'If I could just see you one more time, I would be willing to become a stone bridge for five hundred years'?"
As she spoke, her clear, black and white eyes stared intently at him.
"This is very important."
Dao Ci also looked at her and slowly said, "Does the benefactor have something to say?"
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