"Cough——" A low thud broke the beautiful scene before his eyes.
They both turned their heads and found the Wuxiang Master leaning sideways, covering his lips and coughing softly.
"Master Wuxiang, are you okay?" Tu Shanqing let go of his hand and ran towards Master Wuxiang, asking with concern, "But you're not feeling well. I have some medicine here."
Because of her weak body, Tu Shanqing always carries medicinal pills with her. Other girls have fragrance on their bodies, but she always has a faint medicinal fragrance around her.
"No, no, Donor Tushan, could you please go to Dongshan Hall and get me my purple clay teapot?" Wuxiang smiled and pushed the pill back from Tushanqing's hand. He said kindly, "My arms and legs are old and I don't want to move anymore."
Dongshan Hall is the farthest from the lotus pond, and with Master Wuxiang's cultivation level, it would only take a blink of an eye for him to make a trip there. Tu Shanqing was not stupid and knew that Master Wuxiang was deliberately sending her away. She glanced at Jueqing Buddhist, nodded, and left.
"Uncle Master." When Master Wuxiang approached, the ruthless Buddhist disciple bowed to him.
"Oh, time flies." Master Wuxiang stopped by the lotus pond and looked up at the tallest lotus. "It looks like the restoration has been successful."
"This magical treasure of our Foshan Temple has absorbed so much love and hatred that every fifty years it must be thrown back into the pond to be tempered anew. From then on, it must be baptized by Buddhist scriptures for four hours every day." Master Wuxiang patted Jueqing's shoulder and said with relief, "Jueqing, this is the second time you've chanted for the Lotus of Love, right?"
"Yes, uncle-master." The ruthless Buddhist nodded in agreement.
"I was the one who did all this before you came. Do you know how long it took me to let the Lotus of Love mature?" asked Master Wuxiang.
"I don't know." The ruthless Buddhist shook his head honestly.
"Five years at the longest, three years at the shortest." Master Wuxiang made a "5" with his left hand and a "3" with his right hand, then asked Jueqing, "How long did it take you?"
"It took two years last time, and one year this time." Jueqing replied.
"Yes, I used to be the best, but now it's you!" Wuxiang laughed. He wasn't the least bit upset about being surpassed, but rather overjoyed. After all, chanting by the lotus pond every day was truly tedious.
"Master, you have great love in your heart and think more, that's why you are like this." The Jueqing Buddhist's tone was a little depressed: "The abbot once said that I have no love in my heart, so I can recite the scriptures more focused, that's why I am like this."
"Jueqing, don't think like that, or you might develop bad karma. You have the bones of Buddha in your body, and you are a natural monk. You only need to hone yourself more and you can become a teacher in the world." Wuxiang immediately changed the subject: "Do you know why I came to see you today?"
"Isn't Uncle Master here to collect the Lotus of Love?" The Jueqing Buddhist was surprised.
"This is just one of the reasons. After today, Jueqing, you have already passed the 100-year mark. It is time for you to leave the temple and practice cultivation." Wuxiang looked at Jueqing and smiled, saying, "For this time of cultivation, the temple has given you a mission."
"What is the mission?" Although Jueqing Buddhist's tone was questioning, there was not much curiosity in his eyes. Even if it concerned himself, he seemed not to care at all.
Master Wuxiang was no longer surprised by Jueqing Buddha's behavior. He recalled the content of the mission, suddenly smiled, and said, "It concerns your friend."
"Tushan?" The ruthless Buddhist disciple asked very quickly.
Jueqing knew that he only had Tu Shanqing as his good friend.
"Well, this time during the tour, you will escort that girl to the Demon Realm's royal city." Master Wuxiang was very satisfied with the reaction of the ruthless Buddhist disciple.
As long as it is not a stagnant pool, there is still hope.
"really?"
A hint of life seems to have emerged from the stagnant water, which is expectation.
Master Wuxiang gave an affirmative answer. Then, without observing the reaction of the ruthless Buddhist disciple, he began to make hand gestures, and several golden lights wrapped around the lotus high in the sky.
On this day, Yan Baibai finally understood what object she was possessed by, and it wasn't unfamiliar to her, as she had used it before. She vaguely remembered that after the sect competition, she was rescued by the Buddhist sect. After completing Xiao Changhen's mission, she woke up from a giant lotus and met the Jueqing Buddhist disciple.
The huge lotus is the magic weapon of Foshan Temple - the Lotus of Love.
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