Chen Miaoyi flew to the outside of the Jiaye Temple on her sword. Although she stumbled a bit, she finally arrived safely.
Although the Jiaye Temple is a Buddhist temple, it is also a well-known sect. The gate is decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, and is very magnificent.
"Stop! Who are you? What are you doing here, trespassing into the Jiaye Temple?"
Guarding the gate of Jiaye Temple were two monks dressed as warrior monks.
"I, I'm here to beg for alms..." Chen Miaoyi felt a little strange after she said that. She was not a monk, so how could she talk about begging for alms?
"Begging for alms?" The monk guarding the gate was stunned. He had only heard of monks begging for alms, but had never heard of other monks begging for alms.
"No, I'm here to beg for food."
Chen Miaoyi took out a large bowl from her storage ring and handed it forward. "Can I have some food?"
The monk looked at her head and said, "You have hair. You are neither a monk nor a nun. How dare you come here to beg for food?"
"Lady donor, we are in the Kasyapa Temple. Please go to any other temple to beg for food."
"I know that your Jiaye Temple is famous and well-known. Can you give me a bowl of rice? I am an old acquaintance of your Tan Jing. He told me to come to Jiaye Temple to eat when I am hungry."
Chen Miaoyi looked around the temple, wondering if she should stab herself to summon Tan Jing?
"Uncle Tan Jing?"
"Who doesn't know the great name of Master Tan Jing?"
The other monk couldn't bear to watch it anymore. It was just a bowl of rice.
"Wait a minute, I'll get you a bowl."
This is the first time I heard of someone begging at a monk’s door.
Soon, the monk and Tan Jing came out together, with Tan Jing holding her large bowl in her hand.
"Uncle Master."
Tan Jing handed the bowl to Chen Miaoyi and said, "Allow her to come to the temple for some meals in the future."
"Are you really an old acquaintance of my uncle?" asked the monk.
"Yes, I am the beauty he keeps in his golden house." Seeing that Tan Jing had walked away, Chen Miaoyi started talking nonsense.
"Witch, stop talking nonsense." Tan Jing's voice came. People who practice cultivation have extraordinary hearing.
Chen Miaoyi started eating three meals a day at the Jiaye Temple, but the Jiaye Temple only had two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
At first she just waited at the temple gate for people to bring her food. After a few days, she went directly to the dining hall to eat, and everyone ignored her.
After dinner that day, Chen Miaoyi did not rush back to the cave. She flew back and forth on her sword to eat every day, and she had become very proficient in the art of flying the sword.
The Jiaye Temple was very large, and it took her several days to find out where Tan Jing's room was.
Chen Miaoyi opened the door of the ordinary monk's house and found it empty. Tan Jing was not there. There was only a bed, a low table, teacups and scriptures.
Chen Miaoyi was thinking about how those storybooks described seduction, and how her fellow disciples of the Hehuan Sect completed their sect missions.
What she wanted was not Tan Jing's heart, but Tan Jing's Yuanyang, so there was no need to go around in so many twists and turns.
She lay directly on his bed and wrapped herself in the quilt, waiting for Tan Jing to come back so that she could seduce him!
But after waiting for a long time, Chen Miaoyi was already a little sleepy, and Tan Jing had not returned yet. Her eyelids gradually became heavy...
When she woke up again, Chen Miaoyi saw Tan Jing's back. He was sitting on a cushion and chanting scriptures. The sound of his chanting was like the best white noise, which was very helpful for sleeping.
"You're back."
Chen Miaoyi turned over and got out of bed, rolling the quilt into a ball. She came to Tan Jing, but the monk closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, ignoring her completely.
She became more and more bold, licked her lips, and put her soft and boneless little hands on Tan Jing's shoulders, moving them down along his collar until they touched his hard chest.
Chen Miaoyi remembers that this is how she performed Green Snake Fahai.
However, she forgot that she was not a green snake and did not have the ability to fight Tan Jing.
It felt like a feather scratching his chest, but Tan Jing continued to recite scriptures with his eyes closed. The next second, Chen Miaoyi was thrown onto the bed.
"Ouch~ Ouch, it doesn't hurt at all."
She only remembered this after she howled subconsciously, and it wasn't her who was in pain.
Tan Jing…………
As soon as Chen Miaoyi approached him, he pushed her away until he finished chanting.
"Witch, you don't want to live in a cave? If so, follow me down the mountain."
Tan Jing held the hot jade slip in his hand. If he wanted to survive the tribulation, he would have to face Chen Miaoyi directly. The more talented a person is, the more tribulations he will face.
"Okay, okay, let's go down the mountain!" Chen Miaoyi shouted. As long as she went down the mountain, she would definitely have more opportunities to be in the same room with Tan Jing. As a single man and a single woman, they would be burning with passion. Their chances of success would be better than staying in this Buddhist temple.
"This sound transmission jade slip has been implanted in my consciousness. You can use it. We will go down the mountain tomorrow. Please return to the cave today."
Tan Jing was determined to go down the mountain, even though he was destined to face this disaster, as the solution to the problem was not there.
Chen Miaoyi also injected her spiritual consciousness into his jade slip. This is the simplest way of communication in the world of cultivation. Spiritual consciousness is equivalent to a phone card, and injecting spiritual consciousness is like inserting a phone card.
"Then I'll go first."
Chen Miaoyi bowed. It was so hard for her to leave the sect, and she couldn't be trapped in the Jiaye Temple forever. Tan Jing was going down the mountain, and she would follow him. With Tan Jing's cultivation level, he was more than capable of protecting her.
"Master, how many steamed buns do you have left? Pack them all up for me!"
Chen Miaoyi turned around and went to the kitchen of Jiaye Temple. The monk in charge of food twitched his mouth. This guest of Master Tan Jing was too unfriendly. He took away the food that was not finished.
"Madam, you can't finish so much food by yourself." He said politely.
"It's okay. I have a storage bag. I'm going down the mountain for training tomorrow. Please pack some more steamed buns for me."
Chen Miaoyi said that the man saw that she was really shameless and could only help her pack the steamed buns.
She only had a very few spirit stones, and no fasting pills at all. Tan Jing didn't need to eat at all, so she would be the only one who would starve after going down the mountain.
What's more, daily practice is very exhausting, and the appetite is much larger than that of normal people.
"Is that enough, benefactor?" The monk packed seven or eight steamed buns.
"It's not enough. I can't eat it all by myself."
Monk: You want to take it back and feed others?
"Donor, wasting food is a serious sin. How many living beings in the Three Realms are starving?"
Chen Miaoyi stuffed the buns herself, "Master, these buns will never be wasted. Even if they fall to the ground, they will help ants and insects. Even if they fall into the mud, they will turn into nutrients for plants.
You are narrow-minded."
Chen Miaoyi quickly stuffed the steamed buns into the storage bag. The chef listened to her and fell into deep thought, thinking that he was really narrow-minded.
He suddenly put his hands together and said, "Thank you for the advice, lady donor."
Buddha said that anyone and anything you meet may be here to enlighten you.
Chen Miaoyi arrogantly returned to the cave with the food and began to study the jade slips of the cultivation world.
"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?"
The jade slip on Tan Jing's waist felt hot.
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