Qi Su knew that she came to thank him for donating silver notes to Qingyun Temple.
"Okay." She nodded, smiling.
Jinghe chuckled, "Then I'll be going now."
Qi Su called out to her, "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Jinghe asked, looking bewildered.
Qi Su glanced at her twice and smiled, "It's nothing, you can go now."
She seemed to have caught a whiff of something just now.
It was probably picked up somewhere during a Buddhist ceremony.
I used up too much mental energy today, and my head is about to explode. I've also become very suspicious.
.
An ordinary yet incredibly heavy day has passed.
After nightfall, the bustling Huatan Temple falls silent, and all restless activity is hidden in the darkness.
When it was time to prepare the medicine as usual, no familiar faces appeared in the quiet study.
…
The figure was walking silently on the rooftop.
Who would have thought that retired seniors would still have a day to shine and contribute?
She hadn't done any missions in so long that her old arms and legs were almost useless.
Fortunately, I've eaten enough meat these past few days to replenish my body, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to handle it.
Qi Su squatted on the eaves, quietly eating dried fish.
This is the guest house where Ayan and the Qin merchant visited during the day.
The courtyard was heavily guarded, with guards stationed every ten steps to maintain a tight patrol.
Qi Su had hoped to sneak into the guest room during the gap between their movements, but she couldn't find such an opportunity at all.
At the end of the Xu hour (7-9 PM), the Qin merchant returned from outside.
The servants around him tiptoed around, not daring to breathe.
After all, the master had just been thoroughly reprimanded by Eunuch Wang, although he still wore his usual smile.
Since the Qin merchant returned, the security of this courtyard has become even tighter.
Seeing that there was indeed no chance, Qi Su could only regretfully wipe the fish scraps from her mouth and stand up.
Well, if we can't make a move here, there are always other places we can.
…
The Qin merchant pushed open the door and entered the guest room.
Ayan was sitting quietly under the lamp.
A small white butterfly with wings rested in her palm, its delicate legs wriggling, looking as adorable as a silkworm.
As Ayan examined the white worm by candlelight, a finger reached out from the side, wanting to touch the little worm as well.
But Ayan slapped him across the face.
"Are you willing to risk your life?" she asked.
The Qin merchant lowered his hand.
He never intended to touch it; he was just going through the motions.
"You still say you've never practiced martial arts. Look, you've almost broken my hand."
Ayan ignored his scolding.
Carefully place the insect into the translucent crystal bottle.
He instructed, "Don't go near it."
Qin Shang stared at it curiously for a while.
"Is it useful? It doesn't seem particularly special."
Ayan: "Young Master Qin, as you just said, I have never practiced martial arts. So, why do you think the Northern Court sent me here?"
Qin Shang smiled and said, "I don't doubt Ayan. I'm just curious, how come Ayan, who grew up in Beiting, is so proficient in the witchcraft and insect poisons of Nanchu?"
Ayan's expression remained calm.
"If you had a mother from Southern Chu, you would naturally understand these things."
I see.
Southern Chu is known for its beautiful mountains and rivers, and is famous for its beautiful women.
Whether it was the Yan Dynasty in Zhongzhou, or the Northern Court, the Western Rong, or the Eastern Zhen, the palaces were always filled with beauties from Southern Chu.
The military weakness of Southern Chu was precisely because of this that it was able to gain a foothold amidst powerful neighbors.
Ayan examined the little white butterfly in the bottle by candlelight.
He sighed.
"If it weren't for the need to cooperate with Young Master Qin, I wouldn't be willing to take out such a treasure."
Qin Shang laughed and said, "Don't worry. As long as it's useful, Miss Ayan can ask for whatever reward she wants."
Ayan shook her head.
"You can't buy it even if you have money. This kind of insect gu is very rare. It has been extinct for almost twenty years. I only recently started raising it."
She gazed at the little butterfly with tender eyes.
"As for its effects, you'll find out tomorrow."
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Qi Su strolled around Huatan Temple and stepped into the meditation room, feeling the coolness of the night breeze.
The atmosphere in the room was inexplicably heavy.
Neither of the two people in the room spoke, but a large yellow and white cat came running up to greet her, meowing.
Qi Su ate some dried fish on the way, and the smell still lingered.
The yellow and white cat circled around her eagerly.
On any other day, Qi Su would have taken out dried fish and shared it with her good brother at this time.
Now, she glanced at the seated Master Daoci, and then at Qingyan beside him, whose expression was much more unpleasant than the Master's.
Gently use your foot to move the yellow and white cat aside.
Brother, now is not the right time, stop messing around.
…
"Master, I'm really tired today."
Qi Su sat down on the futon she usually sat on.
Qingyan rolled his eyes at her. "What do you have to be tired of?"
My senior brother performed religious rites all day and had to deal with all those devout men and women, but he didn't complain of being tired at all.
The yellow and white cat meowed and jumped into Qi Su's arms, pawing at her with its paws and sniffing her all over.
You long-haired, flat-faced beast, you're going to kill me!
I've always treated you very well.
Unable to bear it any longer, Qingyan tapped on the table and pushed something that was on a handkerchief toward him.
The thing had been sitting on the table the whole time, but Qi Su hadn't noticed it at all.
Qi Su glanced at it, then glanced at it again.
You know what, the remaining half of the little tail actually looks kind of familiar.
"What is this?" she blinked.
"Cuihua! You actually went fishing by yourself. You've really made something of yourself!"
"..." Qingyan gritted his teeth.
"Take another look. This fish is cooked. It's one thing for Buddha to catch fish, but does he think he can start a fire himself?"
Qi Su said leisurely, "That's hard to say. After all, it's a cat raised by a master. Even if it can speak, it's because it has been bathed in Buddha's light for a long time. It's not surprising."
Qingyan was going to be driven crazy by her.
Qi Su had already pinched the half of the little fish's tail and handed it back to Huang Bai Miao.
"Eat."
Finish your food properly this time, and stop carrying it around and causing me trouble.
Qingyan's finger trembled as he pointed at her.
"you……"
Qi Su: "They're all dead, so they should have died a worthy death. All beings in the six realms have their own responsibilities, Master, what do you say?"
Dao Ci sat quietly with his eyes closed, without speaking.
Even when he was just sitting quietly, he maintained an upright posture and his clothes were impeccably tailored.
This person is really good-looking.
The face is secondary; it's that cold, ascetic aura that's most captivating.
No wonder the little girls surrounding him today were impossible to shoo away.
Qi Su rested her chin on her hand and looked at him for a while.
"Master, do you still remember when I first came to Huatan Temple, I couldn't find the Mahavira Hall and asked you for directions?"
"At that time, the master was surrounded by a little girl. She shook a fortune stick in the divination tube and asked you to interpret her marriage prospects."
"At that time, I smelled a faint, restless aura of insects and poison on the master. Now that I think about it, it was already starting back then."
"Master, you probably don't know yet, but that little girl is a princess of Beiting."
Upon hearing the last sentence, Dao Ci opened his eyes.
Those cold, dark eyes, deep and quiet, gazed at Qi Su.
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