Chapter 97 Master Shikong
The handsome monk who was sweeping the snow put away his broom, stood aside, raised his hands and put them together, and said, "Amitabha, please come in." After saying that, he turned around and walked into the temple.
Hei Ming was overjoyed but did not notice Feng Qingge's raised eyebrows and smiling expression.
However, Mo Linyuan, who had been watching her intently, twitched his eyebrows slightly, as if he had understood something.
The three followed the handsome-looking monk into the Buddhist temple and arrived at a quiet meditation room.
Along the way, you can see monks busy at work or practicing their skills from time to time. They all have bald heads and bulging muscles.
Then there was a group of young monks, of varying ages and heights, but all with innocent, childlike faces. Most of these young monks were abandoned infants, left at the foot of the Qilian Mountains because their families couldn't support them. So, monks would often come down the mountain to prevent these motherless children from losing their lives.
"Please come in." The temple gate opened, and the handsome monk turned around, smiling as he invited the group inside.
Feng Qingge raised an eyebrow, her face full of interest, but she neither spoke nor made it clear. She lifted her foot, stepped over the threshold, and went inside.
Mo Linyuan lowered his eyes and followed him inside. He sensed something, but he wasn't quite sure what it was at the moment.
With the door closed, keeping the wind and snow out, everyone went inside.
As soon as Feng Qingge entered the room, she nestled by the heater, ignoring everyone else and warming herself by herself.
"Young monk, when will Master Shikong arrive?" Seeing the handsome monk sitting cross-legged on the futon, Hei Ming finally couldn't resist asking.
After he said this, he saw Feng Qingge smile with her lips pursed, her eyes full of mischievous amusement.
“Black Netherworld, nonsense, this is Master Shikong.” Mo Linyuan saw her expression clearly and his mind finally understood.
Moreover, it is said that Master Shikong is a highly accomplished monk. Although his age is unknown, his reputation has been around for decades. More importantly, those who have met the master say that he looks as young as a teenager.
The monk in front of me was quite handsome. Although he looked young, his temperament was not something that an ordinary young monk would possess.
“Amitabha, benefactor is very wise.” Shi Kong, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon as still as a mountain, finally spoke, which meant that he had admitted it.
Hei Ming was surprised. His usually expressionless face looked a bit funny at this moment. His eyes were wide open and his thin lips were slightly open. "What!" He was looking for Master Shi Kong, but he didn't expect that this person was the little master he had just mistaken for sweeping snow.
Ignoring his surprise, she asked, "How did you know?" Now it was Feng Qingge's turn to be puzzled.
Mo Linyuan shook his head slightly, his expression completely calm. "If you don't want others to know, then you should hide your gloating expression first."
"Uh..." Gloating? Was she? Okay, she was just trying to tease Hei Ming.
"You!" Shi Kong raised his hand, flicked the prayer beads in his hand, and gently touched Feng Qingge's hair.
This intimate gesture surprised the other two. Although they knew she was Master Shikong's last disciple, she had been in the capital for many years and did not see the master often. Their current familiarity in private was quite astonishing.
"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't me misleading you, it's you yourself. You should have revealed your identity in front of the temple gate just now. I didn't do anything." He waved his hand, dodging Shi Kong's prayer beads.
“You’re right.” Shaking his head, Shi Kong felt utterly helpless towards her.
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