Xie Ling nodded, thinking that Gu Wei still understood her.
"I'm attracted to the Lin family only for their wealth. But why would a simple orc like Li Zi get involved with this group of people?"
———
It’s three o’clock in the night.
In the room of Lin Yixue, the young lady of the Lin family, her husband went out to look for other women again, leaving her alone in the empty room.
She was picking at the lamp wick in boredom when suddenly a wooden box fell on the table in front of her.
She opened her eyes wide and shouted "Someone come" in fear. All the servants in the yard ran in, but there was no one in the room.
Lin Yixue opened the wooden box curiously, only to see a brocade bag on the first layer of the box.
After reading the words on the brocade bag, Lin Yixue's eyes lit up and her hands trembled.
———
The second day.
Gu Wei and Xie Ling packed up and went to Putuo Temple in the suburbs. It was said that Master Qingfeng would hold a seminar there in the next few days.
The so-called Qingtanhui is a place where people discuss scriptures and doctrines, talk about mystical principles, and pursue the purest and best in life.
The official road leading to Putuo Temple was jammed with traffic. Everywhere you looked you could see the roofs of nobles' carriages. The weather was hot, and the shade of trees was filled with nobles' servants, blocking the traffic.
Nowadays, the entire Yunqin Kingdom pays attention to theology and Taoism, and everyone is proud to discuss scriptures and Taoism. Master Qingfeng's remarks are profound, and even the emperor praises him. Naturally, he has attracted a large number of nobles who want to show off their culture.
Seeing the blocked road, Xie Ling and Gu Wei simply gave up the carriage and climbed up the mountain on foot, using their Qinggong skills to make a few leaps from time to time, moving freely among the mountains and forests.
Although Xie Ling's current martial arts skills are not as good as Gu Wei's, they are also at a top level, and her posture is as graceful as a swallow.
At the entrance of Putuo Temple on the top of the mountain, the ground is wide and flat, with dozens of tall sycamore trees planted, creating a very cool shade. The bright yellow temple walls shine golden in the morning sun, and the red tiles are neat and majestic.
The ground nearby was already filled with people who came to listen to the Taoism discussion. They were probably there to wait last night. All of them had dark eyes and looked very tired. Some were even lying on their cushions, drowsy.
A clear and loud drumbeat resounded through the sky, with a power that shook the soul, and all the birds on the mountaintop rose up in a clamor.
Everyone on the open space looked serious and eagerly looked at the platform not far away.
Gu Wei and Xie Ling also found a position with a better view and looked towards the stage.
I saw a man in a white Taoist robe walking leisurely onto the stage. His face was as if powdered, his lips were as red as lacquer, and his skin was glowing white. Under the dazzling sunlight, he really had a bit of Zen-like flavor.
After sitting down, he began to talk, which was nothing more than some empty theories on metaphysics and Taoism. People with high EQ will think it is very mysterious, while people with low EQ will think it is just nonsense literature.
Many people around began to droop their eyelids.
Xie Ling narrowed her eyes. She originally thought that he was a really powerful person, but she didn't expect that all he said were empty and pretentious clichés. Compared with the philosophy of Laozi and Zhuangzi of her era, it was far worse.
After talking for about two hours, Master Qingfeng stopped talking when the sun rose to mid-sky.
The people around wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths. Even though they hadn't heard anything, they began to discuss the remarks made at the forum passionately with saliva flying.
Xie Ling and Gu Wei looked at each other, then quietly walked through the bustling crowd and headed towards the back of the temple.
Master Qingfeng was being helped by his disciples into the meditation room to rest.
Xie Ling asked Gu Wei to find a secluded place to wait for her, and used her wind-related abilities to go straight into Master Qingfeng's meditation room.
Master Qingfeng was drinking a cup of tea to moisten his throat at this time. After giving a wink, a little Taoist boy immediately went out to look around.
After a while, the little boy came back secretly.
"Captain, no one."
Captain? Xie Ling narrowed her eyes. What does that mean?
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