The ancient pagoda stands tall under the sky, and the palace is exquisitely carved, exuding an ancient atmosphere.
Yu Tanqi followed Jiang Shi into the White Horse Temple and walked along the maze of stone steps paved with black cloud stone.
Jiang Shi said, "I once prayed to Master Wuyou at the White Horse Temple for a peace knot for you. Master Wuyou of the White Horse Temple is considered the best monk in the Wanjin Kingdom. He will surely be able to answer our questions."
The person Jiang Shi was talking about was Master Wuyou from the White Horse Temple.
Yu Tanqi knew that some monks and Taoists in ancient times did have some abilities and were able to become the best monks in a country. She believed that Master Wuyou might be able to answer her questions.
However, the closer he got to the depths of the White Horse Temple, the faster Yu Tanqi's heart beat.
She couldn't help but ask Jiang Shi: "If Master Wuyou says that I'm not the real Yu Tanqi, what will you do to me?"
Jiang Shi simply said, "You are the real Yu Tanqi."
Yu Tanqi: "Will you ask Master Wuyou to summon back Yu Tanqi's soul and drive me out of this body?"
Jiang Shi frowned slightly, sighed softly, held her cold hands tightly, and said gently: "Don't let your imagination run wild. No matter what, I will never give up on you."
Yu Tanqi blinked quickly, his eyes felt hot and his heart felt very sad.
She tilted her face upwards, trying to appear relaxed.
"I'm not having any random thoughts. In fact, I really want to go back to my original world. After all, no matter how good this place is, it's not my world after all."
Jiang Shi didn't say anything, but just led her forward.
Yu Tanqi's legs felt a little weak, but she still gritted her teeth and followed him.
You will die sooner or later.
"Since we've been together for almost two years, could you please stop treating me like a monster? I'm afraid of pain. Please tell Master Wuyou to use some ritual to drive me away, so don't... well..."
Before she could finish, Jiang Shi suddenly stopped, held her little face, lowered his head and kissed her lips hard, blocking her from saying anything.
He kissed her rather fiercely, not giving her a chance to speak.
Only when she was about to suffocate did he give her a brief moment to breathe, and then blocked her lips again.
He didn't want to hear her say those words again, he couldn't bear it.
The White Horse Temple was quiet in winter, but occasionally there were a few monks passing by on the road. When they saw two people kissing openly in the temple, they were horrified and quickly closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and chanted scriptures.
"Amitabha, do not look at anything that is not proper, do not look at anything that is not proper."
After a while, they opened their eyes again, thinking that the two had separated, but they never expected that they were still hugging each other.
An older monk had no choice but to approach them and whispered a reminder: "Amitabha, two donors, this is a Buddhist place. I hope you two donors will behave properly."
Hearing this, Jiang Shi finally let go of Yu Tanqi, but his arms were still tightly wrapped around her slender waist, holding her in his arms, not allowing her to break free.
Yu Tanqi buried his head in Jiang Shi's chest, too embarrassed to look up and let others see his current appearance.
The boy's eyebrows and eyes were clear and elegant, but his lips were red and swollen, which added a bit of gorgeous color to his fair face.
The monk recognized Jiang Shi and bowed quickly, "It's you, Prince Jiang! Why are you here today? Are you looking for Master Wuyou?"
Jiang Shi nodded slightly: "Well, where is Master Wuyou now?"
"Master Wuyou is chanting in the main hall now. I'll take Prince Jiang and the young lady there."
The monk's words made Jiang Shi realize something. He pursed his lips slightly, took Yu Tanqi's hand and followed him.
Yu Tanqi lowered his head obediently and didn't say anything else.
Jiang Shi asked, "Master Wuyou, did you anticipate that I would come to see him today?"
The monk said, "That's right. Master Wuyou told us early this morning that Prince Jiang would come to the White Horse Temple with a young lady to look for him today."
After hearing this, Yu Tanqi was surprised and impressed.
Could this Master Wuyou really be a master?
Her heart beat faster and faster.
Both nervous and uneasy.
Jiang Shi held her hand tightly.
She lowered her head and looked at Jiang Shi, who was holding her hands tightly.
When Master Wuyou says that she is not the real Yu Tanqi, will he still hold her hand so tightly?
Yu Tanqi did not doubt Jiang Shi's sincerity.
But sincerity changes rapidly.
Just like in a certain version of the Legend of the White Snake, when Xu Xian learned that Bai Suzhen was a thousand-year-old snake demon, he was so scared that he wanted to kill her.
Even in a version of the Legend of the White Snake, Xu Xian was not afraid of Bai Suzhen, and even confessed his love to her and said some touching love words.
"Life only lasts seventy years. Excluding ten years of ignorance and ten years of old age, there are only fifty left. If we subtract half of the nights from these fifty years, only twenty-five remain. Eating, drinking tea, bathing, changing clothes, running around, working, and being sick all take up a lot of time. The time we actually spend with the ones we love is very short."
"I don't want you to think I'm a smooth-talking playboy. I just want to tell you that if I only have two or three chances to meet you in this life, I've already wasted the first two. This is the only chance left, and I can't let it go."
But these touching love words were written by a female author.
There are very few good men described by male authors.
True love certainly exists, but Yu Tanqi couldn't believe that he would have such love.
Not long after walking, Yu Tanqi met Master Wuyou.
Master Wuyou wears a brocade robe, has large and prominent ears, a simple and deep face, and his eyes are like two black pearls hidden behind an ancient Buddha statue, full of ancient wisdom and deep insight.
This was different from the image of a master that Yu Tanqi had imagined. She thought he would be an old monk with a kind face, but she never expected that this Master Wuyou looked a little serious and not easy to talk to.
It inexplicably made her even more nervous, her body tense.
Master Wuyou's gaze gently swept over Jiang Shi and Yu Tanqi. He clasped his hands together on his chest, with a string of Buddhist beads of warm and delicate color wrapped around his hands.
"Amitabha, the two donors are here."
In front of the Buddha statue and Master Wuyou, Jiang Shi still did not let go of Yu Tanqi's hand. He placed his other hand on his chest and bowed, "Master Wuyou, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are well."
Yu Tanqi also bowed in greeting.
In the huge main hall, apart from the huge golden Buddha statue, there were only the three of them.
After exchanging pleasantries with Master Wuyou, Jiang Shi said, "Master Wuyou, we came here today to seek answers to our doubts."
Master Wuyou's deep and powerful voice echoed slightly in the hall.
"I know what you want to ask me."
He looked at Yu Tanqi and said, "Miss Yu, you are seventeen years old this year, right?"
Yu Tanqi's heart skipped a beat, and he replied softly, "Yeah, I just turned seventeen not long ago."
"Miss Yu is now seventeen years old. She has survived the disaster that was destined for her. Your mother can finally get what she wanted and rest in peace."
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