Three days in the Hidden Spirit Temple was actually just like riding a horse.
The master and disciple of Hidden Spirit Temple.
It was a tacit understanding that no one mentioned parting.
The two of them continued to plant vegetables, recite scriptures, and clean the Buddhist temple every day.
At noon on the fourth day.
Qin Qiaonan quietly put on her clothes.
In her original house.
The gray nun's clothes were neatly folded and placed in the center of the room.
Her long black hair was tied up with a simple chopstick.
He entered the temple for eight years.
Her master had never shaved her hair.
This was against the rules of the temple.
However, she knew that this was because her master loved her and knew that her life was miserable. He did not have the heart to shave her hair.
Or perhaps his master had already thought about it and wanted to send him down the mountain.
She didn't have many gifts.
Monks had a pure heart and few desires. How could they have anything? Moreover, the incense money they had spent in the temple for so many years was not even three taels. They also had to buy candles. They did not have anything to bring.
However, there were two things that he had to take away.
One was when he was twelve years old. His master had brought him to Green Touring Village at the foot of the mountain to beg for alms. When he saw his eyes staring straight at the women at the foot of the mountain and his red face, he had ignored his reputation as a monk and his lack of money to buy a box of cheap rouge for him.
The other was when he was fourteen years old.
The candied haws that his master had bought for him.
There was only one hawthorn left in the candied haws. Logically speaking, it should have been rotten long ago. However, seeing that he was reluctant to eat it, his master used some magical method to write a Sanskrit word on it, which actually allowed the hawthorn to be preserved until now.
Qin Qiaonan looked at the rouge box and hawthorn and couldn't help but giggle.
As she laughed, tears actually flowed down her face.
"Master, I'm sorry! Master, I really don't want to leave, and I don't want to leave you, but there are some things that I have to do!”
"I secretly made a wish to Bodhisattva, asking her to bless your safety and health!”
"It doesn't matter if Bodhisattva doesn't forgive me or punish me, but she must bless you.”
The young girl had met a young monk who was as bright as the sun at her age. He would definitely not dare to forget that young monk.
Qin Qiaonan took a while to calm down.
Then, she wiped her tears.
With his eyes still red, he carefully packed up the box of rouge and the candied haws that had not rotted for years. He looked back three times with every step he took and walked down the mountain.
He shouted as he walked.
"Master, I'm leaving! You said that your disciple is going down the mountain and you never send her off. I won't disturb you!”
"There's honey cake in the spring well that I saved for you.”
"Bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, and stewed soup. I've also sealed them all in a jar. When you want to eat them, you can heat them up yourself! You have to eat well…"
"A few days ago, I was in the temple hall praying for your safety. You must be safe. When I come back, I will definitely come back…I want the whole Wei Dynasty to worship Buddha one day.”
"So before I come back, you must be safe and sound…"
The more Qin Qiaonan spoke, the more tears she shed.
She couldn't continue. Actually, there was still half a sentence she didn't say…Master, I don't know if I can come back alive.
But she couldn't say it.
However, what he did not know was that as he walked down the mountain.
Zhou You also quietly packed his luggage. He was quite a distance away from her, but he was still sure that his divine sense could find Qin Qiaonan's range. He followed him down the mountain!
What the master and disciple didn't know was that when Zhou You followed Qin Qiaonan down the mountain.
On Mount Tranquil Spring, countless pairs of scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness.
Countless hoarse voices echoed in the darkness.
"That damned bald donkey…is finally willing to go down the mountain?”
"Heavens! The earth! After so many years, he finally didn't have to be forced to be a vegetarian by that Fourth Monk.”
"It's been a few thousand years. Damn it, because of the existence of that Fourth Monk, I, the Black Tiger Demon King, ate mushrooms for two thousand years! Tsk! Whenever there was blood, that damned monk would come out to patrol the mountain. He didn't know that after being searched by the Buddhist light on his body three times, he had lost three thousand years of cultivation! I don't want to see that damned bald donkey ever again!”
" The most hateful thing is that damn bald monk. Does he not know how strong he is…"
"I don't think so! That Ascendant cultivator is planting vegetables there every day…"
"Ascendant? I think it's possible that he's even a demigod."
"Aren't all land immortals able to ascend to beyond the heavens? That damned monk had only flown a few times.”
"Just because he hasn't flown doesn't mean he can't fly. Anyway, I've never seen him fight. Has anyone seen the various demon kings in the mountains?”
" Only ghosts have seen him before. Seeing the light on his body, his cultivation started to become unstable and even started to fall. Who knows what realm he is at? He's sick. He's already at this realm, yet he's still suppressing us little demons in Calm Spring Mountain. He's bullying us!”
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