"Wait!" Lu Qing shouted sharply, stopping Leng Wei from hanging up the phone.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Lu Qing: "Where did the water on the table behind you come from?"
Leng Wei smiled somewhat awkwardly:
"Um... don't be angry if I tell you!"
"Recently, I don't know why, psychic games have suddenly become popular online. I have a few childhood friends back in my hometown, and they insisted on dragging me to play them together."
"At the start of the game, four people need to drip blood into clean water together, and then use the blood to summon nearby ghosts. We just tried it out."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qing immediately frowned:
"Weiwei, you'd better not play these kinds of spirit communication games, and don't let anyone else play them either. You might actually attract evil spirits."
Leng Wei nodded like a chick pecking at rice:
"Don't worry, I wasn't playing around. The blood was from them. I was too scared of the pain to cut my finger!"
Lu Qing let out a breath:
"You'd better pour out that bowl of water right away, and then find some willow twigs to tie it up and put it at the door."
"I'll go right now."
Leng Wei was also feeling apprehensive, so she quickly did as Lu Qing instructed.
Although she had never seen a ghost in person, it was never a bad thing to be safe just in case.
"Remember to wear the amulet I gave you, and don't take it off at night!"
Lu Qing gave one more instruction before hanging up the phone.
When Gu Fei first heard about the psychic game, she searched it online and found that many people actually reported seeing ghosts.
"I wonder if it's true or not, can this game really make people see ghosts?" Gu Fei asked curiously.
Before Lu Qing could speak, Gu Xicheng said sternly:
"Feifei, don't be so curious. Ghosts aren't so easy to see!"
Gu Xicheng had seen a ghost, and the memory and fear from that time were still etched in his mind. He would never want to see such a scene again.
“Gu Xicheng is right. Ordinary people will pay a price if they see a ghost, whether it is intentional or unintentional. It is unlikely that this so-called spirit communication game will involve seeing a ghost, unless the ghost is already attached to the person playing the game,” Lu Qing said seriously.
Gu Fei nodded, indicating that she understood.
After playing in the stream for a while, everyone went back to help with cooking as it was almost noon.
The holiday was coming to an end, and Lu Qing and the others needed to pack their things and prepare to return to Kyoto.
In the past two days, Lu Qing could clearly feel the reluctance of his master, mistress, and fellow disciples.
Finally, during the meal, Yu Hengzi asked the question:
"Qingqing, school is starting soon, when are you planning to leave?"
Lu Qing answered while eating, "Tomorrow!"
"So eager?" Feng Yuan blurted out instinctively.
"Wasn't it supposed to be on the 10th? Today is only the 7th!"
Lu Qing: "With school starting soon, there will be traffic jams on the road. Going back a day early to pack my things will give me some rest."
Feng Yuan lowered her eyes and sighed, "Alright then!"
Seeing everyone's low spirits, Lu Qing quickly smiled and said:
"Master, Mistress, what are you doing? It's not like I'm leaving and never coming back!"
"If you really can't bear to leave, then come to Kyoto with us!"
Chu Panshan quickly echoed:
“Yes! Master Yu, Madam Feng, you and your fellow disciples can all go to the capital. Anyway, the Chu family is big enough to accommodate everyone.”
Yu Hengzi smiled and waved his hand:
"No, no! We've long since retreated from the world and aren't used to city life."
“Qingqing, Qingyun Temple is a bit far from the capital, but it’s still your home. Come home and visit more often when you have free time, and we’ll be satisfied.” Feng Yuan held Lu Qing’s hand, her voice choked with emotion.
Lu Qing hurriedly wiped away Feng Yuan's tears:
"Master's wife, don't rush to shed tears. I haven't left yet. Save them for when I set off tomorrow!"
Feng Yuan burst out laughing at Lu Qing's joke.
"Everyone, let's eat! The food will get cold if we don't eat soon!"
After changing the subject, everyone's mood improved.
The next day was the day of departure, and Lu Qing was packing his things that evening. His fellow students also brought him gifts they had prepared.
There was food, drink, and things like talismans and ritual implements.
Lu Qingzhao accepted everything without any hesitation.
"Luckily, I brought an extra suitcase, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to fit all the gifts my seniors gave me!"
Lu Qing packed the gifts into the box while counting them.
Eleven senior brothers gave ten gifts, the missing one was the eldest senior brother Qin Yuebai.
"Senior Brother is stingy! How come all the other senior brothers gave gifts, but you didn't?"
Although Lu Qing's words were a complaint, she knew in her heart that her senior brother had definitely prepared something for her, but he just hadn't taken it out yet.
"Senior Brother, stop hiding it, hurry up and take out your gift!" Lu Qing said with a grin.
Qin Yuebai lowered her eyes slightly and hesitated for a while before presenting the gift.
It was a sandalwood box that smelled very nice, but judging from the carving technique, it must have been made by Qin Yuebai herself.
Lu Qing opened the box and saw that the lid was engraved with a person, which was Lu Qing himself.
The sculptor's skills were not yet proficient, but the figure was sculpted with great care, capturing both its form and spirit.
Lu Qing was stunned for a long time, her eyes filled with surprise:
"Senior Brother, how come I didn't know you could carve!"
Qin Yuebai hid her scarred hands behind her back:
"I'm glad you like it."
"But why did you send me a box? It's empty inside, there's nothing there." Lu Qing asked, puzzled.
Qin Yuebai pursed her lips and said:
“I heard that in the past, girls would have a jewelry box as part of their dowry when they got married. Not long ago, I happened to get a piece of thousand-year-old sandalwood, which I thought was quite suitable, so I made it for you.”
Lu Qing did not notice the fleeting bitterness in Qin Yuebai's eyes.
"Thank you, senior brother. I like it very much, but it will be a few years before I can actually use it!"
Lu Qing carefully placed the sandalwood box into the trunk.
"It's getting late, I should head back now!"
After saying that, Qin Yuebai hurriedly left Lu Qing's room. At the corner, he suddenly bumped into Gu Xicheng.
Qin Yuebai hid her feelings for Lu Qing very well, but Gu Xicheng had already noticed them long ago.
Qin Yuebai remained silent, almost as if he wanted to flee from Gu Xicheng, but Gu Xicheng called out to him:
"Senior Brother!"
Qin Yuebai clenched her fists slightly, her voice a little hoarse:
"Don't worry, I won't break you two up!"
Gu Xicheng stepped forward and said solemnly:
"Senior brother, please rest assured, my feelings for Qingqing are sincere. Although swearing is not very reliable, I still want to say it."
"I, Gu Xicheng, swear on my life that I will cherish, protect, and respect Lu Qing for the rest of my life. If I fail to do so, may I go to hell and never be reincarnated!"
Qin Yuebai remained silent for a moment, then left quickly without saying anything.
Back in her room, Qin Yuebai couldn't calm down.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, chanting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra over and over, but the voice in his mind still wouldn't go away.
"Qin Yuebai, you coward! If you like Lu Qing, then just take her away from me!"
"Kill Gu Xicheng, he's no match for you!"
"Kill him, and Lu Qing will be yours!"
Large beads of sweat rolled down Qin Yuebai's forehead as she gritted her teeth and angrily said:
"No! You can't! Don't try to trick me again! I will never listen to you again!"
"Qin Yuebai, open your eyes and see who I am! Do you really not want to listen to me?!"
Qin Yuebai opened his eyes and saw Lu Qing standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.
"Senior brother, listen to me! I don't like Gu Xicheng. Go kill him, and the engagement will be broken off. Then I can be with you!"
"Qingqing..." Qin Yuebai's eyes gradually became hazy.
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