Bai Lian thought that once she arrived at Laoshan, she would surely be favored by the elders of the sect because of her master-disciple relationship with Yi Mei.
However, everything turned out to be completely different from what she had imagined.
When Yi Mei learned of her death, her master, Daoist Xuan Cheng, who was also her grandmaster, showed no other emotion besides grief.
Bai Lian bit her lip and cried, "Grandmaster, please avenge Master!"
After saying that, he kowtowed three times.
Xuan Cheng looked at his beloved disciple's disciple, his eyes growing cold.
"There's no need to mention this matter again. From now on, you are a member of my Minghe Temple. I hope you will refrain from killing and being impetuous, and cultivate diligently." After Xuan Cheng finished speaking, he waved his sleeve and left.
Bai Lian knelt there blankly until her senior uncle called her name three times before she came to her senses.
Life at the Taoist temple was exceptionally austere; the daily routine consisted of washing clothes and cooking.
During her lifetime, Yi Mei was not well-liked at Minghe Temple, so much so that some people, after discovering that his only disciple had no one to support her, began to bully her openly and secretly.
That's how the scene at the beginning came about.
It's currently the end of the year, and New Year's Day is just around the corner.
The Taoist temple reveres the lunar calendar, so there's not much of a festive atmosphere, which only makes Bai Lian's days seem even more lonely.
She received text messages from old friends, but did not reply to any of them.
She felt that she was different from before, and that in addition to revenge, she should have higher aspirations.
Bai Lian gritted her teeth, treating the hardships before her as trials, and silently endured everything.
Her submissive demeanor was observed by Yixin.
Yixin is Yimei's senior brother and Bailian's nominal senior uncle.
"Master, are you really not going to care about my junior brother's matter?"
Xuan Cheng sat on the futon, opened his eyes, and looked at Yi Xin, saying, "How do you want me to manage this? Find that woman named Kui Kui and avenge him?"
Yixin frowned and said, "That's not what I meant."
"You should understand that fortune and misfortune are intertwined, and life and death are predestined."
Xuan Cheng sighed, stroked his gray beard, and said, "I predicted Yi Mei's calamity long ago; it all started because of a woman. Now that he is dead, it was all his own choice."
"If something had gone wrong, the sect would have had to step in, and the Minghe Sect wouldn't be where it is today."
"Yes, Master."
Yixin bowed and agreed, but when she thought of the little girl washing clothes in the freezing snow, she couldn't help but feel compassion and said, "Master, could you please take better care of Bai Lian? After all, Junior Brother is gone. If Master is too busy, Yixin can help in her place."
"The master leads you through the door, but the practice is up to you."
Xuan Cheng looked at Yi Xin, whose brows were furrowing more and more, and said meaningfully, "Time will tell."
"The end of the year is approaching, you should get busy too, don't focus your attention on a woman. I have my own considerations regarding Bai Lian's matter."
"Yes, disciple, I will go and handle the matters of the Dharma Assembly."
Xuan Cheng watched Yi Xin's retreating figure and sighed again, as a cloud of white mist dissipated.
But he couldn't resolve the doubts in his heart. He looked up at the gloomy sky, remained silent for a moment, went to the kitchen to get a pot of wine, put it in his pocket, and went out.
Kui Kui went up Laoshan Mountain, but didn't know where to go.
Taoism in Laoshan flourished during the Yuan and Ming dynasties and remained so until the Qing dynasty, boasting "nine palaces, eight temples, and seventy-two hermitages".
What history leaves behind is verifiable.
However, the Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat clan is like a legend, completely elusive.
Kui Kui stroked the black cat pendant at her waist. At first, she could still say a few words to Xiao Bai, but after arriving at Laoshan, no matter how she called for Xiao Bai, it was as if a stone had sunk into the sea.
She knew that Xiaobai's condition was getting worse and worse.
A touch of coolness landed on my face and instantly melted into water.
Kui Kui looked up and realized that it had started snowing.
Hu Sannai's words echoed in her ears. In fact, from the very beginning, Kui Kui knew that the hope was slim, but she was unwilling to think about it, much less admit it.
People need hope even more when they are in despair.
She blinked her slightly blurry eyes, casually put on the hat behind her, and walked into the sparsely populated deep mountains.
A temple sits on the mountainside, its wooden door wide open.
The doorway looked particularly dilapidated with no one sweeping the snow.
Kui Kui looked up at the plaque in front of the nunnery, which read "Bai Fu Nunnery".
Life is short, and how easy is it to achieve a hundred blessings?
With that thought in mind, she stepped inside.
Long steps lead upwards, covered with pristine white snow.
Kui Kui picked up the broom beside the wooden door and began sweeping. As he climbed the steps, he murmured, "Xiao Bai, do you think I can pray for this hundred blessings for you?"
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