Chapter 24 Lin Hanchuan's Extra - Tea White Smudge
Lin Hanchuan Extra - Tu Bai
If I had to use a word to accurately describe his life before he was eighteen, it would probably be emotional coldness; and if I had to use a color to accurately describe it, it would probably be pale.
The master once said earnestly that he was emotionally indifferent by nature, which was both a good thing and a bad thing.
The good thing is that he is extremely gifted and has learned the techniques and scriptures very quickly, making him arguably the most gifted child in the entire Taoist temple. The bad thing is that excessive wisdom can lead to harm, making him incompatible with the human world, and leading to a short life, lack of wealth, and loneliness.
When his master evaluated him in this way, Lin Hanchuan did not show much emotion and just said that he would remember his master's teachings.
Lin Hanchuan was not born in a Taoist temple. Before coming to Baishui Taoist Temple, he was in an informal orphanage. Lin Hanchuan didn't know who his biological parents were, nor did he know how he came to this orphanage. He only knew that he had been transferred to three families, but the adoptive parents in the three families thought he was a monster and could not cultivate any affection. He was always talking to himself in the room where he was alone, so they returned him.
When he returned to the orphanage for the third time, Lin Hanchuan did not feel dissatisfied or angry. He just thought calmly that such frequent changes were a bit annoying.
He was a person who didn't like to be bothered and preferred quietness. When he was in the orphanage, he often sat alone on the swing, and occasionally there would be a sick or dead child next to him to swing with him.
But for some reason, these dead children liked to play next to him, but did not dare to get too close to him.
So I'm a living person that even ghosts dislike?
Whenever he thought of this, Lin Hanchuan felt a little inexplicably funny.
Later on, Lin Hanchuan no longer remembered how he came to Baishui Temple. He only remembered that when he first arrived, the Taoist temple was quite dilapidated, even worse than an orphanage. Even the tiles on the roof had been blown away by wind and rain, and some halls were leaking.
Lin Hanchuan's face showed an expression of disgust that was not concealed at all.
The master who brought him back saw the disgust on his face and burst into laughter, saying that he finally saw this old boy look somewhat angry.
After hearing this, Lin Hanchuan quickly lowered his brows, looking half-dead, cold and decadent again.
After the master discovered this, he liked to get close to him and use all kinds of tricks to tease him. Whenever they saw the look of disgust on the child's face, they would be very happy.
A somewhat mean-spirited young man in a dark blue Taoist robe picked up a broom and, with an expressionless face, chased his master, the old naughty boy, who had eaten all the tomatoes he had planted, all over the Taoist temple.
Those were the tomatoes he had been growing for over a year.
After his master stole his tomatoes ten times, Lin Hanchuan mastered his first technique.
The cold and snow-like boy stuffed the old naughty boy's birth date and time into the scarecrow, and controlled the scarecrow to carry water and firewood for a whole day.
The next day, the master, who couldn't even get up, smiled in a frivolous way and said that he really had no respect for his teacher at all.
Lin Hanchuan, who was punished by having a talisman put on him and made to stand in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, thought expressionlessly, is this old guy who likes to steal tomatoes worthy of his respect as a teacher?
Despite the scolding and the fuss, Lin Hanchuan was not a heartless person after all. He was willing to guard this dilapidated Taoist temple for the rest of his life and provide for his master in his old age. Because the old man often lamented that the Taoist temple was in decline and he didn't know when it would be revived.
However, on his eighteenth birthday, his master said that he was born under the sign of loneliness, but also had the sign of love, so he wanted to drive him down the mountain to gain experience and also said that he had to go down the mountain to study and receive an education.
The master has been nagging about it for several days, saying that it’s time for you to go down the mountain and find a wife.
Lin Hanchuan raised his eyes and said something that made his master so angry that he fumed.
"When you ascend to heaven, old man, I will go down the mountain."
Then in the early morning of the next day, when Lin Hanchuan opened his eyes, he found himself standing at the door of the Taoist temple with a packed backpack. The gate of the dilapidated Taoist temple was closed, and the ancient plaque was a little crooked, with three big words "Baishui Temple" written on it.
There was a piece of paper taped to the door, with the master's unruly handwriting written on it.
"This temple only accepts Taoist priests with a bachelor's degree or above."
Well done.
Lin Hanchuan picked up his bag, turned around and walked down the mountain.
When Lin Hanchuan saw the clean and gentle girl for the first time in the cemetery, he couldn't help but close his eyes.
There are so many peach blossom stars around his Red Luan star.
Later, in the classroom, it was still that girl, with a single ponytail and a pure and innocent look. She looked at him curiously and timidly with her watery almond eyes, and asked him softly if he needed her help.
The other person raised his head and leaned sideways, moving closer to him. His lips were light pink, and his pure and delicate eyebrows suddenly gave off a hint of temptation.
It looks teay, but it's easy to like it at first sight.
Lin Hanchuan thought calmly that if she was his love star, it would be nice to move a few more times.
Just a little upset.
Her name is Song Qingqing.
This name suits her very well, and her eyes are also light brown.
To be fair, Lin Hanchuan really liked the way the fragile and delicate white camellia melted and bloomed between his fingertips and lips and tongue, especially when he kissed the tip of her ear, the corners of the girl's eyes would often turn a beautiful crimson.
However, Lin Hanchuan never thought that his words would come true.
In fact, my master passed away two years ago when he went to another Taoist temple to study.
After solving the falling case at the Normal University Affiliated High School, Lin Hanchuan returned to the Taoist temple. He thought that since he had found a wife, he had to tell his master, the elder.
At the main entrance of Baishui Temple, Lin Hanchuan met his senior brother who had long since left the sect and entered the mortal world. He was holding some incense, candles, and gold ingots used to commemorate the deceased.
His senior brother told him that his master had passed away two years ago, when he was sixteen years old.
Lin Hanchuan didn't believe it and walked straight into the meditation room where his master often stayed. When he saw the spider webs on the beams, he was stunned.
The accumulated dust and spider silk could definitely not have been caused by the time he had been down the mountain.
The words he had said before suddenly rang in my ears.
"When you ascend to heaven, old man, I will go down the mountain."
So what has been accompanying him in the temple in the past two years?
The senior brother seemed to see what he was thinking, poured a cup of water in front of the master's grave, and told him that the master was worried about him.
"Junior brother, you've been cold-hearted since childhood, destined to be lonely. Master predicted that you'd encounter a difficult time when you turned eighteen. Wanting to see you grow up, he appeared in my dream and asked me to help keep it a secret from you. Master negotiated with the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Ghosts for a long time before they agreed to a two-year grace period."
"Now, seeing the joy on your face, I guess you've found someone you like. Master's obsession has faded, so I left."
Lin Hanchuan, who had changed into a Taoist robe, lowered his brows and his facial expression could not be seen.
He suddenly asked.
"Didn't the old man say anything before he left?"
The brother's hand, which was burning the paper villa, paused for a moment, and seemed to be trembling slightly. He said, "I'll keep it."
Lin Hanchuan raised his eyes, "What did he say?"
"Master asked me to tell you..."
The senior brother swallowed his saliva and, as instructed by his master before he left, imitated the old man's arrogant tone and laughed out loud twice.
"Haha, my dear disciple, you didn't expect that Master ate all the tomatoes you planted before he left. They won't bear fruit for three years."
Lin Hanchuan: “…”
There was a snap, the sound of the whisk being broken.
The senior brother was frightened by the sound.
Lin Hanchuan squatted down slowly and expressionlessly overturned the plate of tomatoes that had been placed neatly in front of the tomb at some point.
"Old man, I hope you don't have a wife in the underworld."
"I have a wife."
The senior brother looked away guiltily, if the information he had obtained from the Investigation Bureau was correct.
Junior brother, there are so many romantic interests around your wife.
When Lin Hanchuan came back, the girl with picturesque eyebrows and eyes was sitting on the sofa reading a book, her face was still a little pale. It seemed that even with the ghost tears of that bastard Wen Yuxi, she would still be affected by the Yin energy that entered her body. When her long and thick eyelashes drooped, they looked like white camellia flowers that were easily crushed and oozing juice after being attacked by wind and rain.
He couldn't help but want to hold this bright and soft camellia in his mouth and crush it finely to make it bloom more beautifully.
When Lin Hanchuan took her hand and took off the silk ribbon on his Taoist robe, Song Qingqing looked up at him in a daze. The Taoist priest with cold eyebrows and thin lips pursed tightly, looking particularly abstinent and cold. But when he lowered his head and approached her, she saw an indescribable clear and heavy color in Lin Hanchuan's eyes.
Song Qingqing spoke to herself in a clear and pleasant voice, softening her attitude.
"Qingqing, I know I was wrong."
A person who appears to be cold and reserved but is actually indifferent and aloof apologizes to her on a deep winter night. How cunning.
She felt a little cold because of the Yin energy around her, so when she slowly sank and was protected by the warmth, her perception was unusually clear, so clear that Song Qingqing couldn't help but pull out a few strands of Lin Hanchuan's black hair.
Lin Hanchuan gently said that she had a lot of yin energy and asked her to get closer to him. He was a Taoist practitioner and his yang energy could be much more moderate.
Song Qingqing didn't know whether she should run away or get closer to him. She just collected the things weakly, as if urging him to help her.
The navy blue robe has been stained black.
The warm temperature flowed in and then spread, just like soaking in warm hot water and basking in the sun. Song Qingqing fell asleep in a daze.
Lin Hanchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was sleeping in her clothes. Her fair face turned red, probably because it was too hot.
He suddenly remembered one day when he first arrived at the Taoist temple. It was raining coldly outside and a kitten ran into the first room he had renovated to avoid the rain. It openly occupied his Taoist robe that was spread on the wooden bed.
I slept very soundly.
When Song Qingqing woke up and got up, Lin Hanchuan was packing his luggage. She was thinking with a heavy head, and suddenly remembered that Lin Hanchuan had coaxed her to accompany him to the Taoist temple. She used her mobile phone to check for photos of Baishui Temple.
She regretted it.
After being stared at by Lin Hanchuan's clear and deep eyes for a long time, Song Qingqing turned her head away a little guiltily and whispered to him,
"The Taoist temple looks very old, I hope it won't collapse..."
Lin Hanchuan remained silent for a long time, then sighed softly. He didn't say anything, but just talked about his master with Song Qingqing.
When he talked about this, his eyes and brows showed a fragility that was completely opposite to his usual calm and indifferent image, like azure porcelain.
Song Qingqing thought she would not be caught, so she secretly glanced at Lin Hanchuan's expression, then bit her lip and hesitated for a second.
She reached out and gently held his cold, slender fingers.
"I'll go with you, don't be sad."
Lin Hanchuan pursed his lips and smiled, but Song Qingqing felt that the fragile and strong smile was strange. It looked a bit like Wen Yuxi?
Facts have proved that Lin Hanchuan is indeed as smart as his master said.
Even though he lives in a Taoist temple in the mountains all year round and doesn't interact with ordinary people, he is still able to be gentle and polite and blend into the crowd without making a sound, although most of the time he prefers to be a patient listener.
He used his connections among wealthy families, and with the official support of the Supernatural Administration, he easily transformed the dilapidated Taoist temple into the extremely famous Baishui Temple, which was praised by the public for its efficacious fortune-telling. He also recruited volunteers to practice meditation in the temple on a daily basis.
When Lin Hanchuan came back from the ritual, Song Qingqing was sitting in the tea room teaching the volunteers how to make tea to calm their minds. The sun was shining brightly, the tea was light in color, and the scene before them was picturesque, tranquil and peaceful.
Suddenly, Lin Hanchuan remembered a color in ancient books - tea white, a color with green in white, fresh and elegant, very beautiful.
The girl, as gentle as tea, was like light blue paint, silently and gradually dyeing the hazy white of his eighteen-year-old self into tea-white.
The color of tea is white, and we want it to be soft and smooth, so we use oil to lubricate it.
The feeling of being dyed a different color is not bad, on the contrary, it feels good.
He would naturally take good care of and rub this color.
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