A Dream of Transmigration - Chapter 8
After saying that, she ignored the two of them and walked away gracefully, waving her whisk.
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Looking at that beautiful figure from behind, Lin Feifei glared fiercely at Miaomiao: "Sometimes telling the truth is wrong, understand?"
"Master said we should tell the truth," Miaomiao said, puzzled.
"Forget it, I can't explain it to you," Lin Feifei said irritably, tearing off a blade of grass and crumpling it in her hand. "What's with the cool act? Even if you're a beauty, you don't have to look down on people like that."
"You don't like her either?" Miaomiao scratched her head. "All the fellow disciples in the sect like her, but Yujing and the others don't like her either, just like you."
Lin Feifei's time in Yuanfu Palace hadn't been wasted. She knew Yu Jing, who was also a female disciple of the Maoshan Sect, but compared to Lin Feifei, they were in the same generation as her junior disciples.
She thought to herself: Stupid, of course women are averse to beautiful women. I don't like them either.
Thinking of Miaoqing's disdainful tone, she was filled with anger again.
"What are you arrogant about!"
"Awesome?" Miaomiao asked in confusion, clearly this was a new word for him.
"They think they're so great and don't respect anyone," Lin Feifei casually explained. "Who would like someone like that?"
"But my senior brothers all like her very much."
"That's because opposites attract, you know?" Lin Feifei rolled her eyes at him. "Who doesn't love a beautiful woman?"
"What does 'opposites attract' mean?" The kid was very inquisitive.
"We'll talk about this when you're older," Lin Feifei said, patting his head in annoyance. "Children shouldn't talk about this, or Master will scold them if he finds out."
"Is that so?" Miaomiao, who always held Master Zixu in high esteem, immediately and sensibly agreed, "Then I won't say anything more."
Kids are so easy to please.
Seeing that it was getting dark, she stood up and said, "Let's go back."
In that moment of confusion, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a white shadow drifting in the wind above the distant pine forest.
Which senior sister, junior sister, or junior disciple is it this time?
She quickly turned her head to look carefully, but there was nothing there.
Are you seeing things?
She was secretly surprised. These things really are a matter of belief. She had become suspicious and paranoid after meditating every day. She had to stay clear-headed in the future and not develop mental problems from meditating.
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"Junior sister, get up and meditate, don't sleep!" someone said, pulling on her arm.
She clutched the cushion in anguish: "I'm so sleepy, I can't take it anymore..."
"Your master will test you tomorrow night."
"Then let's practice again tomorrow, okay meow meow... I'm so sleepy..." She turned over and continued to sleep.
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The moonlight, like water, slanted across the window paper, and the entire Yuanfu Palace was silent in the night.
The table was covered with a yellow cloth. On the table were two candles, an incense burner, a bowl of water, several yellow talismans drawn with cinnabar, and a peach wood sword.
Lin Feifei sat on the futon with her head down, secretly plotting:
These things are clearly made up. Whether we see it or not, we'll just say we saw it. We're all just trying to get by. The old master probably just wants to test our ability to make up stories and is afraid that we'll be exposed when the time comes.
Thinking of this, she immediately calmed down and coughed twice triumphantly. Miaomiao, on the other hand, looked at her nervously, her little face full of unease.
"The hour of Hai is almost over, and it will soon be midnight. I will now cast a spell to summon your soul. Be careful, and if there is a reaction, you can open your eyes."
Lin Feifei nodded hurriedly.
Seeing her obediently close her eyes and sit in meditation, Master Zixu smiled slightly, walked to the table, and picked up the peach wood sword.
Incense smoke curled from the burner, and candlelight flickered. His face was solemn as he stood facing the door, wielding a peach wood sword in the air with one hand while making hand gestures with the other, muttering to himself.
"...Those who come to my altar will be blessed, those who defy me will be cursed...Those who disobey my commands will be cut to dust..."
Lin Feifei found it somewhat amusing; it was indeed exactly the same as in the movie.
She finally couldn't resist her curiosity and secretly half-opened her eyes.
As Master Zixu chanted incantations, he used the tip of his sword to pick up a talisman from the table and drew a circle in the air. Suddenly, the talisman burst into flames!
That was amazing!
Lin Feifei watched with great interest—this must be using the method of white phosphorus spontaneous combustion, right?
Suddenly, Master Zixu shouted, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Seize!"
With a creak, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind swept into the room.
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