“This young woman has lost her husband, and her husband’s family wants her to stay in a nunnery to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist prayers for her deceased husband. When they sent her here, they said she was never allowed to go back in this lifetime. If they were to send her back rashly, it would be bad…”
The monk, who was holding prayer beads, frowned.
Master Yuanrun hurriedly said, "Master, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Now that you're here, please take a look at this benefactor and prescribe some medicine."
Qi Su only smelled a faint sandalwood scent approaching.
She mustered a little strength and stretched one of her snow-white wrists out from under the covers.
As soon as he took her pulse, she would seize the opportunity to grab him, and then...
Before she could finish her thought, the man stood three steps away, his gaze indifferent, sweeping over her from above before turning and walking away.
That's it? You just left like that?
"M-Master!" Qi Su struggled to sit up. Her long black hair cascaded down her front like silk.
Because of her serious illness, she looked frail and weak, her small face pale and haggard, with a sickly blush at the corner of her eyes, making her appear even more fragile and alluring.
"Master, is there any hope for me?"
His voice was hoarse and broken, his broken body and mind carrying a sense of despair for life.
If this were a movie shoot, he'd definitely have to celebrate with a couple of drinks after filming wrapped.
This would rank her in the top three for acting skills.
But Qi Su's co-stars are not those stiff-faced young idols.
Hearing her question, the young monk didn't stop walking, as if he hadn't heard her at all, and stepped out of her room.
You bald monk, you deserve to be lonely for the rest of your life.
Qi Su gave his back a middle finger, then turned over and fell back onto the bed.
The young nun by the bedside grew anxious.
There were only the two of them in the room now. She stopped pretending.
She stepped forward and lifted Qi Su's blanket.
"Hurry and chase after them!"
Qi Su snatched the blanket back. "Why chase after them? They're all gone. I'm still playing the role of a seriously ill patient."
The young nun gritted her teeth in anger, "How could you be so useless? Do you know how much effort it took to get him here? And he just glanced at you and left?"
Qi Su stared at her slender, snow-white wrist. "Yes, I also thought he would touch me."
The little nun's eyes now held an undisguised murderous intent.
"You fool, are you deceiving the master? Didn't you say that Dao Ci once had feelings for you? But when we meet today, I don't think he recognized you at all! Tell me, where did your feelings for each other come from?"
As she spoke, a snake-shaped dagger exuding a chilling aura slipped from her sleeve.
It seemed that if Qi Su said anything wrong, she would make her freeze on the spot.
The Embroidered Robe Envoy is no good.
Embroidered-robed men made his lackeys even worse.
This little nun has a round, apple-shaped face and looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old. Her smile is innocent and naive, but her methods are sophisticated and ruthless.
Qi Su's illness was largely due to her.
Qi Su retorted, "How do you know he has no feelings for me?"
The young nun sneered, "He didn't even glance at you, nor did he say a word to you. Is that what you call having feelings for you?"
Qi Su: "Sister, that's not how it works. A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. If we only look at his words and eyes, doesn't that mean that Dao Ci has more feelings for our abbot, Master Yuan Run? After all, they talked quite a bit together."
The little nun's eyes widened, and she raised the dagger in her hand.
"Stop joking around! My knife isn't just for show."
Qi Su sighed.
“You’re wrong. On the contrary, he recognized me as soon as he walked in.”
"What?" The little nun frowned deeply.
Qi Su was talking nonsense with a straight face.
"It was precisely because he recognized me that he didn't look at me twice. Did you hear me call his name one last time?"
“If she were an ordinary female benefactor, she would be like a stone or a plant in his eyes. If she called him, he would turn around and respond. That is true freedom from all attachments.”
"But he didn't. Instead, he turned around and left in a hurry, as if a ghost was chasing him. He didn't dare to talk to me or stay with me for long. Because he was hesitant and timid, and he had me in his heart."
After Qi Su finished speaking, she couldn't help but want to applaud herself.
Damn, I'm almost starting to believe it myself.
That monk must have loved himself so much. For so many years, he had sought it but could not obtain it; this must be a deep, unforgettable mark on his heart.
After listening to her nonsense, the young nun lowered her eyes and seemed to be deep in thought.
The child hasn't experienced the entanglements and conflicts between men and women yet; he lacks experience in this area.
Qi Su coughed.
"Don't just stand there, go and ask Master Yuanrun if the prescription is ready. Boil the medicine and make me a bowl of scallion oil noodles. Once I'm better, I can go and thank Master Daoci in person. That way, we can reciprocate."
The little nun gave her a cold glance.
The deadly dagger was indeed retrieved.
"Do your job properly. If you have any ulterior motives, I'll skin you alive."
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Qingyun Nunnery is located on the back mountain of Huatan Temple.
The precepts of the Northwest Chan school are not as strict as those in the Central Plains. When Huatan Temple was first established, it was a temple where monks and nuns lived together.
It was only a little over a decade ago that the temple was split up, and a group of nuns were moved to the back mountain to build Qingyun Nunnery. As a result, Huatan Temple has always taken good care of Qingyun Nunnery.
No one else could have persuaded Dao Ci to come.
As noon approached, snow began to fall.
Dao Ci led the young novice monk back to the guest residence at Huatan Temple, where a monk in black robes greeted them warmly.
Although he was dressed as a monk, his expression lacked the serenity of a monk.
"Master Daoci, how did it go?"
Dao Ci nodded and entered the quiet room.
When the monk in black robes heard from the young novice that it wasn't the nuns at Qingyun Nunnery who were sick, but rather a young woman staying at the nunnery, he couldn't help but frown and spit out a curse.
"What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to trouble our master!"
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Qi Su only learned that the Buddhist disciple Dao Ci was at Hua Tan Temple after staying at Qingyun Nunnery for several days.
It's half a hill away from Qingyun Temple.
Why would Dao Ci come to this desolate and dilapidated place in the Northwest if he didn't stay at the Ciyun Temple in Ganjing?
No wonder the Embroidered Robe Envoy appeared in Jincheng.
This Buddhist disciple's status is of immeasurable nobility.
Those who have lived in the capital know that he was a prince of the former Zhou Dynasty who had a connection with Buddhism from a young age and grew up in a temple. At the age of ten, he participated in twelve debates at the Vaisali Dharma Assembly, earning the title of a Buddhist disciple and being accepted as the last disciple by the Zen master Kasyapa Loya.
The Former Zhou Dynasty revered Zen Buddhism and advocated using Buddhist principles to educate its people.
As this Buddhist disciple grew up, his understanding of Buddhism became increasingly profound. He vowed to use his supreme compassion to guide all people, and he gained great prestige among the people, with countless followers.
It is said that when Wei Zhao, the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, ascended the throne in Ganjing eight years ago after the abdication of the last emperor, it was thanks to this Buddhist monk who pacified the people and noble families that Ganjing was spared a bloodbath and remains the prosperous capital it is today.
The new emperor and the royal family of Yan Dynasty have always been kind and benevolent to Dao Ci, and the people of the capital city also hold him in high esteem.
They seemed to be living in harmony.
Anyone with even a modicum of wisdom knows this.
How could the new emperor possibly allow a grown-up prince from the previous dynasty, who had countless followers, to run rampant right under his nose?
This Buddhist disciple is in a very precarious situation.
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