When Yan Baibai smelled the unique scent of incense and candles, she knew that she had returned to her body.
When she stood up, she found herself sleeping inside a giant lotus. Yan Baibai knew that this wasn't a real lotus, but a Buddhist instrument that had the power to clear the mind and focus the spirit, a rare treasure in the world.
When Yan Baibai woke up, the slightly closed lotus petals slowly opened. Without waiting for all the petals to open, she flew out of the center of the flower. There was no one else outside the lotus except a monk beating a wooden fish in the distance.
After adjusting her body which had not moved for a long time, Yan Baibai walked towards the monk. Her steps were very light. Just when she was wondering whether to disturb him, the sound of the wooden fish stopped.
"Donor Yan, you're awake." The monk stood up and turned around, revealing a face with clear outlines. Then his phoenix eyes opened slightly and looked over intently. Agarwood was lingering around him, and the morning light spread out behind him. He looked cold, noble, and elegant.
"Unfeeling Buddhist disciple." The Buddhist sect had sent a disciple to guard him, which surprised Yan Baibai. He quickly said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you recently. Thank you for your help. I'm fine now. I wonder if it would be convenient for me to go and say goodbye to the abbot now?"
"Donor Yan, may I take your pulse?" The ruthless Buddhist did not answer Yan Baibai's question, but asked instead.
"That's troublesome."
Afterwards, Yan Baibai came to sit on the cushion next to Jueqing Buddhist, and held out his hand. Jueqing Buddhist also sat back in his seat and began to carefully feel Yan Baibai's pulse.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, what is your current state of mind?" Jueqing Buddhist disciple put away his hand, saw the doubt in Yan Baibai's eyes, and continued, "The donor's previously damaged heart meridian is completely fine now. If your state of mind is also fine, you can leave."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with my state of mind." Yan Baibai looked at the person in front of him calmly.
Jueqing Buddhist and Yan Baibai stared at each other for a long time, then he took out a handful of scrolls from his sleeve and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan, this is the Jueqing Sutra from my Buddhist sect. I'm giving it to you. If you encounter something like this again in the future, just recite this sutra. I've personally proven it's effective."
"Buddha, how many people have you given this Heartless Scripture to?"
Yan Baibai looked at the familiar scroll, a trace of doubt in her soul. This scroll, when she was punished to the Cliff of Repentance, her ninth senior brother had given her an identical scroll. He had said it was a gift from a Buddhist. At that time, she had thought it was some remarkable technique, and on nights filled with thousands of flowers and leaves, she would occasionally take it out to study...
"Um... probably not much." He only sent it to every stranger he met. Jueqing Buddhist put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra, saying, "After living for so many years, I've found that most of the pain in this world comes from unrequited love. This can be considered as saving all living beings."
"Thank you very much, Buddha." Yan Baibai accepted it and asked curiously, "Is everyone out?"
Yan Baibai was naturally asking about the female cultivators who were sent to the Buddhist sect for treatment together with her.
"Their symptoms are milder than Benefactor Yan's, and they have already returned home one after another." Jueqing Buddhist disciple watched Yan Baibai put away the Jueqing Sutra, nodded with great satisfaction, and said, "Don't worry, I've sent each of you away. As long as you go back and practice more, there will definitely be no possibility of any recurrence."
"Um...thank you, Buddha."
Yan Baibai didn’t know about others, but in her mind, the heartless Buddhist was no longer an extraordinary figure, but instead looked like a... nagging old mother.
"Master Yan, I forgot to tell you that my master has been in seclusion recently. Since we didn't know when you would wake up, we didn't inform your sect. I will take you back to the room to rest now, and then go back after the people from Yanjian Sect arrive?" asked the Jueqing Buddhist.
"Buddhist son, please don't notify my sect first. I want to go back by myself and give everyone a surprise." Yan Baibai rejected the Buddhist son's kindness.
Seeing Yan Baibai's determination, the Buddhist disciple no longer forced her. He nodded and decided to personally send Yan Baibai out of Buddhism.
"Buddha, what is that?"
As they passed by the Buddhist lighthouses, Yan Baibai noticed a single lantern in one of them. A single lighthouse, stacked layer upon layer, could hold the lanterns of at least a thousand people. The single lantern stood out in the forest of lighthouses.
"The lamp of rebirth in that lighthouse belonged to the wife of an old friend of my master. My master said that it has been enshrined there for five hundred years." The ruthless Buddhist looked at the lighthouse in the distance and shook his head helplessly.
"Five hundred years, that's a long time!" Yan Baibai was surprised: "Buddhist, is there any explanation for the Rebirth Lamp?"
"These are just little thoughts that the living keep for themselves." Jueqing Buddhist looked at the deceased's lamps swaying in the breeze, pointed at a lamp near the two of them that had just gone out, and said, "As long as the person who offered the lamp forgets the person who offered it, the deceased's lamp will go out."
"Do you know that the lamp that has been burning for 500 years is the longest-lasting one in my temple? It's really tenacious. I've only lived for a little over a hundred years, and I've already forgotten what many people look like..."
"Buddhist son, have you met your master's old friend?" Yan Baibai asked curiously.
"I haven't seen him. He always comes quietly and you can't catch him even if you want to!"
"Why did you arrest him?"
"Of course I want to give him a copy of the Jueqing Sutra." Jueqing Buddhist looked at Yan Baibai in surprise, and then, as if seeking a sense of identity, asked, "Don't you think that my master's old friend is very suitable for practicing the Jueqing Sutra?"
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