Jingyao Tianzun gently rubbed Chu Ling'er's head, "Alright, your seventh senior brother will be waiting for you to come back at home."
Even though he had been the sect leader for many years, he still preferred Chu Ling'er to call him Seventh Senior Brother.
The three of them quickly flew away on their swords.
As Wei Qinghe walked along, she became increasingly uneasy, but because Chu Ling'er was there, she did not directly ask Daoist Fuyue.
But how could Daoist Fuyue not see Wei Qinghe's worries? "Qinghe, many things are beyond our control. We just need to do what we can do."
After he finished speaking, his cold gaze instantly softened and fell on Chu Ling'er.
Wei Qinghe became even more certain of her suspicions.
"Little Lotus, can the Holy Monk Jingci and Venerable Shichen really cure my illness?" Chu Ling'er asked expectantly.
The girl, bewildered, watched as the rainbow sword beneath her feet shone brightly.
"Of course." In fact, Wei Qinghe did not know whether the two powerful Buddhist cultivators could find that soul fragment for Chu Ling'er.
But it's always good to give it a try.
The Brahma Sound Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a renowned Buddhist holy site; one can feel its solemn and sacred aura from afar.
The cultivators who came to participate in the Dharma assembly descended on their swords, and there were already many young monks waiting for the guests at the mountain gate of the Brahma Sound Sect.
They led the guests to the Dharma Hall, where the Buddha statues they saw along the way inspired awe and reverence.
The golden light of merit within Wei Qinghe's sea of consciousness shone faintly, as if it had sensed a call to action and was eager to try.
At this moment, Wei Qinghe did not focus on sensing her own consciousness. Instead, she pulled Chu Ling'er and followed the crowd to the main hall.
The enormous golden Buddha statue has a kind and benevolent face, and the candlelight above the shrine seems to reflect the Buddha's light.
"Little Lotus, there are so many people."
It was Chu Ling'er's first time in such an occasion, and she nervously clung to Wei Qinghe's arm.
Wei Qinghe patted her hand reassuringly, just as she had done when she first went to Bodhi Mountain with her grandfather.
"Don't be nervous, we are all fellow cultivators from the immortal sects."
Because of the deliberate disguise, no one recognized me after I entered.
Not seeing Venerable Shichen, the three found a relatively secluded spot to sit down.
No sooner had they sat down than some cultivators in front of them began to discuss the matter openly, "You all know about the Azure Sword Sect, right?"
"Yes, I know. The things inside the jade slip are simply unbearable to look at. I never imagined that Daoist Xinghui was so insidious and cruel."
“During the Sword Cultivator Competition, I learned that his daughter, Liuli, had somehow taken a liking to Dai Xingyu of the Nanfeng Sect, and thus stole Wei Qinghe's husband from the Ling Sect.”
"Dai Xingyu is really stupid. He gave up the junior sister of the Spirit Sect and chose Liuli of the Azure Sword Sect instead. Now he's going to the Immortal Prison to eat free food."
"That's right, Wei Qinghe is not only of noble status, but also extremely intelligent and strong in combat."
"You may not have seen Wei Qinghe's true face; she is truly beautiful."
"How come I didn't see her? I not only saw her in a secret realm, but she also gave me high-level materials. To be honest, Wei Qinghe is really beautiful inside and out."
...
Wei Qinghe didn't want to hear any of this, so she took Chu Ling'er out for a walk.
The two walked along the corridor toward a quiet place, and despite it being the middle of summer, they were greeted by a strong fragrance of plum blossoms.
"Little Lotus, look at this huge plum grove."
Chu Ling'er pointed ahead with delight.
Wei Qinghe also looked at the plum grove in front of her, where the plum blossoms were in full bloom. Plum blossoms shouldn't bloom in this season, but there are cultivators who like to tinker with these things and can make the flowers bloom in all four seasons.
However, the plum blossoms were dark blue, something Wei Qinghe had never seen before.
Chu Ling'er happily ran into the plum grove. Plum petals fluttered down like a rain of flowers, creating a beautiful scene.
Chu Ling'er was extremely beautiful, but because of her temperament, she still looked somewhat immature.
"Ling'er, be careful." Wei Qinghe stayed close to Chu Ling'er.
Chu Ling'er was like a graceful butterfly, dancing lightly in the blue plum grove.
The two walked further and further away, with petals falling incessantly, but they did not accumulate on the ground. Every time a petal fell, a gust of wind would blow, carrying all the petals deeper into the plum grove.
A monk in a white robe and gold kasaya was standing with his back to them.
The monk wore a large string of black prayer beads around his neck, with red tassels swaying in the wind.
The fluttering petals swirled around him, then gracefully scattered onto a patch of pebbles in front of the monk.
"Amitabha!" The monk slowly turned around, as if a layer of mottled light and shadow covered his body.
But upon closer inspection, it disappeared again, and he looked towards the two of them.
He held a string of tiny white prayer beads in his well-defined, slender hands.
Wei Qinghe quickly pulled Chu Ling'er back. Chu Ling'er also saw the monk, and she quickly suppressed her smile and joy.
This monk possessed an extraordinary air about him and was handsome, not inferior even to Venerable Shichen. He even exuded an approachable charm.
Wei Qinghe said apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you, Master."
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