A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 6

After a long pause, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Who is the eighteenth senior brother?"

Upon hearing this name, Miaomiao immediately showed a proud expression: "It's Senior Brother Lingyi. He's the most amazing. Master likes him very much. I heard that everyone outside knows him."

"He's just a fake Taoist priest," Lin Feifei pouted. "Don't worry, it won't be long before Master will really like your sister."

“Senior Brother Lingyi isn’t a Taoist,” Miaomiao glared at her unhappily, then seemed to remember something and became excited. “I forgot, Senior Brother Lingyi can use the Soul Summoning Technique. When he comes back, I’ll ask him to summon it for you.”

"Really?" Lin Feifei chuckled inwardly, finding it amusing to watch the handsome guy act mysterious. "When is he coming back?"

Miaomiao was a little discouraged: "Before New Year's Eve."

Lin Feifei lost interest again.

Miaomiao talked to her for a long time and finally understood her personality. She urged her, "Junior sister, Master told me to teach you meditation. If you don't learn, I'll tell Master."

What if I offend my master and get kicked out of the sect? Then I'll have nowhere to make a living.

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Four - The Strange Shadow

I've been learning for almost two months now, and the weather is getting cooler.

Aside from the daily painful meditation, Lin Feifei spent the rest of her time quite carefree and leisurely, often wandering around the mountains with her fellow disciples and nephews. In addition, she was naturally lively, and everyone liked her.

At this time, the Maoshan sect enjoyed a high reputation within the Taoist lineage and had many disciples. Since Taoists, unlike monks, were not prohibited from marrying, many of her lay disciples fawned over her.

She did figure out that she lived in the Southern Song Dynasty, because the name Yue Fei had been around for many years. She heard it from one of her junior disciples, a fan of Yue Fei.

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The aroma of incense wafted from the stove.

Lin Feifei sat properly on the futon opposite, watching the smoke from the stove with boredom. What kind of incense is that? It smells quite nice…

Master Zixu suddenly opened his eyes: "That's agarwood."

"Wow, how could they even guess that?!" Lin Feifei was so startled that she quickly calmed herself down and stopped thinking wildly.

Master Zixu smiled slightly, turned to look at Miaomiao and said, "How has your meditation progress been these past two months, Junior Sister Miaozhen?"

Lin Feifei shuddered.

"Master, this..." Miaomiao was clearly in a difficult position. She looked at her, then lowered her head: "It's alright..."

Lin Feifei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely grateful to her innocent, kind, benevolent, cute, clever, and witty senior brother—she was indeed "okay," but she had to lie down on the ground after sitting for less than half an hour.

Master Zixu didn't mind, and just laughed and said, "That's very good, Miaozhen. Tomorrow I will personally test you and teach you the Yin-Yang Spirit Communication Technique."

"Huh?" Lin Feifei was startled. She couldn't even sit properly, so how could she have made any progress? Wouldn't this expose her? "No need for you, Master. Just call me Meow Meow, or rather, Junior Brother, and let him do some casual observation."

Master Zixu ignored her and said, “Meditation is the basic technique of my Maoshan sect. It can enhance spiritual power. I need to see it before I can teach you magic.”

"..."

All protests went unanswered.

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"Did you see that?"

"No."

A sigh.

Miaomiao sat to one side with her head drooping: "If you don't study well, Master will definitely blame me."

Seeing him like this, Lin Feifei quickly smiled and comforted him, "Failure is the mother of success, right? Master has said that I am intelligent and talented, and I will definitely not let you down. Ah, how about we try again?"

Miaomiao nodded, regaining some confidence.

Having made such a boast, Lin Feifei was frustrated again. She knew these were feudal superstitions, yet she still pretended to be a god, meditating and trying to sense things. She muttered to herself, "Those things don't even exist in the world, so how can I sense them?"

"Wait a minute," she thought for a moment, "Miaomiao, how long have you been learning?"

Miaomiao was a little embarrassed: "I've only been studying for five years."

"What did you see when you first started meditating?"

“There are a lot of things swaying around,” Miao Miao said happily when she saw that she really wanted to learn, and tried her best to explain clearly, “Master said that is the inner demon, and wandering souls are also like that.”

"A wandering spirit?" Lin Feifei looked around nervously, goosebumps rising on her skin. Although she knew it was superstition, having watched too many ghost movies, experiencing it firsthand was still a little scary. "You really saw it?"

“Of course,” Miao Miao said seriously, “but we have the statue of the True Lord and so many magical treasures here. If we don’t use the Soul Summoning Technique to summon them, the spirits won’t come to bother us. So what we see are all inner demons.”

Yes, yes, that's superstition. We should believe in science.

Lin Feifei secretly comforted herself, breathed a sigh of relief, and casually asked, "What kind of magic do you know?"

"As for me," Miao Miao said, somewhat embarrassed by her question, "I only know simple talismans, Yin-Yang communication techniques, and the steps of the Big Dipper."

Lin Feifei said "Oh," and continued meditating cross-legged, silently chanting in her mind: Concentrate, concentrate... I will definitely see...

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The last rays of the setting sun have completely disappeared, and night is about to fall. An autumn wind is beginning to blow on Jijin Peak. The leaves along the roadside are a mix of red and yellow, and the crisscrossing stones on the ground are like a golden carpet, making it exceptionally beautiful.

"So beautiful!"