The outside of the library was brightly lit, but inside it was dimly lit by candlelight.
The air was filled with a sweet floral fragrance.
Deep within the stacked bookshelves, a young monk sat upright on a futon, perusing Sanskrit scriptures.
The jade-white monk's robe, embroidered with gold thread, hung down to his knees.
The candlelight and shadows of varying depths outlined the lines of his face. His long eyelashes drooped, obscuring his eyes. Like the cool moonlight, or like a silent abyss under the moon.
Judging from this, the monk Daoci is quite handsome.
He is aloof and reserved, exuding an air of asceticism.
After retiring, Qi Su didn't have many hobbies except for liking good-looking men and women.
Being good-looking can earn you the favor of powerful figures.
Now that I can't get away from that concubine, it's good to find some amusement.
Qi Su shook her head, and the monk's hat on her head fell off, her long black hair swaying and hanging down to her waist.
This is no young novice monk; she is clearly a beautiful young woman.
Dao Ci remained seated, his fingers brushing across the Sanskrit scriptures, his expression serene.
Qi Su sat down opposite him, resting her chin on her hand as if she had no bones.
A jade-like arm slid down from the wide sleeve, its gaze fixed intently on the person opposite.
On the low table with its base, a piece of white wax had already burned halfway.
A sweet floral scent wafted from the candle wick.
Qi Su reached out and touched the monk's fingers that were holding the sutra scroll.
His fingers were long and slender, with fine calluses from holding a pen, giving them a clean and warm appearance.
Qi Su's sinful hand was stopped halfway by a jade pen tapping it on the table.
The monk looked up at her.
This was the first time he had seen her tonight.
His appearance was solemn and dignified, his eyes as cold as the first snow.
Qi Su didn't feel there was anything wrong with reaching out to touch others.
Her eyes crinkled with a smile. "Zen Master, that candle is poisoned. May I help you?"
The monk moved the jade pen aside, lowered his eyes, and said, "This thing is useless to me."
Qi Su responded with an "oh".
The finger he had touched tapped restlessly on the table.
The white-robed monk sat upright on the futon, his appearance solemn and dignified, like a vast and righteous wind.
"Female benefactor, how did you learn about the Gu technique?"
The fact that he was afflicted with a strange poison was something he experienced in his childhood, something even Wei Zhao was unaware of.
Qi Su: "Oh, this? I could smell it. You smell like flowers."
Dao Ci: "The fragrance of flowers?"
Qi Su: "Yes." As she spoke, she cradled her pale face and leaned closer to Dao Ci.
I sucked hard twice.
"But now, there's only sandalwood; I can't smell that floral scent anymore. It wasn't dead fragrance, it was living fragrance. I just guessed, and I was right. Don't you see how destined we are?"
After Qi Su transmigrated here, she was penniless, without any cheat codes or physical abilities.
The only thing they retained was their unparalleled mental strength and rich experience in escaping terrifying dangers.
She had previously visited a dungeon called "Southern Frontier Insect Gu," where she spent three years and almost died, learning a lot of Gu poison skills in the process.
It was not surprising that Dao Ci was found to be carrying a Gu poison.
And that half-burnt candle must have been used to suppress the Gu worms.
However, based on her experience, Gu worms are just like cockroaches.
What doesn't kill it makes it stronger.
The medicine has calmed it down, but the Gu worm that wakes up again is not the same Gu worm as yesterday.
However, since they had just met, Qi Su didn't plan to have such an in-depth conversation.
Dao Ci's gaze seemed to see right through her thoughts.
"Are you skilled in medicine, benefactor?"
Qi Su smiled.
Is this referring to the time she asked him to treat her illness at Qingyun Temple?
"A doctor cannot heal himself. I grew up in the countryside and studied medicine for a few years under an old doctor."
This is the true story of the original widow.
Of course, the original owner of this body didn't study medicine for the sake of medicine itself, but for the handsome scholar in the old doctor's family.
Qi Su: "Master, there is no need to worry. This matter is between you and me, and I will never tell anyone else."
Dao Ci: "I see. I understand now. Now that we have met, please leave."
To meet, to have met, to have seen.
These words were pointed, suggesting that Qi Su was not entirely unaware of her predicament.
Qi Su: "No, Master. It's so cold, and it's not easy for you to climb the mountain in the middle of the night. Let's chat a little longer."
The monk's gaze fell upon the Sanskrit scriptures.
He didn't speak or look at her.
His profile was extremely defined; when he wasn't speaking, he resembled a Buddha statue on a shrine, untouchable.
Qi Su: "My aunt is in their hands. I still want to return to the capital alive, so I can't go against their wishes."
As she spoke, she leaned closer and rested her chin on the table.
Her round, almond-shaped eyes, clear and bright, stared unblinkingly at the monk opposite her.
"Master, how about we make do with this?"
"I want to live, and you want peace and quiet. If I can't seduce you, new people will come along, and it'll never end. Why don't we just settle down? That way, we can both have some peace of mind. What do you say?"
The monk remained seated, silent, his eyes lowered, like a still, deep abyss.
Qi Su didn't care whether he agreed or not.
He took out a piece of dry, crumbly mung bean cake from his sleeve.
"Here, have this snack. I'll bring you another one tomorrow. By the way, Master, what kind of snacks do you like?"
The monk opposite still did not answer.
Qi Su was not discouraged.
The candles on the table emitted a sweet floral scent, which, to be honest, wasn't unpleasant.
The room was warmer than Qi Su's bed at Qingyun Nunnery, thanks to the burning charcoal brazier.
She simply lay down beside the low table, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
…
Qi Su opened her eyes; more than half an hour had already passed.
Only a small part of the candle remained on the low table at the foot of the fence.
She sat up and tidied her hair.
Then he tore his clothes into disarray and pinched his neck a few times with his fingers.
Her skin was fair and delicate; a slight pressure left a red mark.
After doing all this, he stood up, said nothing, and left.
After she left, Dao Ci's gaze fell on the small, remaining white candle, and his eyes became somewhat deep.
The sweet smell was everywhere, like a maggot clinging to one's bones.
This scent was created to suppress the Gu worms inside him; it was indeed a poison.
While it may calm the Gu worms, it will plunge ordinary people into a state of frenzied and chaotic inner demons, which even Qingyan could not withstand.
This Lady Qi does indeed possess some abilities that contradict the rumors.
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As Qi Su left the Sutra Repository, a cold wind carrying snowflakes blew in from outside, and she immediately wrapped her robes tighter around herself.
Several pairs of eyes, hidden in the shadows, fell upon her.
She pretended not to notice anything and returned to Qingyun Temple along the way she had come.
As soon as they entered the room and turned on the lights, Jingrou followed them like a cold shadow.
"how?"
Qi Su let out a long sigh.
"No good. He's become addicted to being a monk and doesn't even listen to me anymore. It seems we need to think this through more carefully."
The lamplight flickered, and the ambiguous red marks on her neck were faintly visible.
Jingrou: "He didn't say anything?"
Qi Su: "He told me to go back."
"What about the others?"
"That's all."
"Nothing happened that led you to stay inside for so long?"
"Oh, I inexplicably took a nap in the library."
"Did you take a nap?"
"Yes, I don't know if it's because it's too warm or what."
After listening, the news from the capital flashed through Jingrou's mind again.
It is said that when they were in the capital, Dao Ci had already been paying attention to Lady Qi and had even sent people to inquire about her.
"Did you meet in secret like this back in the capital?"
Qi Su glanced at her, her expression serious.
"Don't talk nonsense, we didn't."
Jingrou: ...Disgusting.
What kind of Zen Buddhist disciples are they? Utterly hypocritical.
Such people deserve to be dragged into the dark prison of their Embroidered Robe Envoy and skinned alive.
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