A Dream of Transmigration - Chapter 11
"Ah!" Lin Feifei immediately jumped up from the prayer mat. Instantly, all the memories of last night returned. She grabbed Master Zixu's sleeve, her face contorted with grief, "I never want to learn that great technique again, I'd rather die than learn it again!"
Just then, a voice rang out.
"What isn't Junior Sister learning?"
Lin Feifei immediately released Master Zixu and resumed her respectful demeanor.
A person walked in through the door.
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He was in his fifties, with a thin face and a few sparse whiskers on his chin.
Lin Feifei recognized him; he was the eldest disciple of Master Zixu, with the Daoist name Lingchen. She always found it amusing that her senior brother, who was about the same age as Master Zixu, stood there respectfully like a junior.
"Good morning, Senior Brother." She said with a smile.
"Good morning, Junior Sister," Ling Chen smiled slightly, then bowed to Master Zixu. "Master, yesterday, people throughout the palace heard screams again. That female ghost is probably..."
Lin Feifei immediately blushed and awkwardly looked out the window.
Master Zixu chuckled twice and looked at Lin Feifei: "It's alright, she's just venting her resentment, she'll be fine in a few days."
They're saying I'm a female ghost?
Lin Feifei gritted her teeth and glared at the two of them.
"I see," Ling Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Lin Feifei, puzzled as to why she was gritting her teeth, "Junior Sister, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"
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From then on, Lin Feifei could be seen walking around with a pale face all day long at Yuanfu Wanning Palace and the surrounding Taoist temples. Yu Jing and the others often asked her with concern if she was sick and if she needed a talisman to ward off disaster.
But only she knows the truth.
After two or three months, she still felt dizzy when she saw those things. Others get carsick or hemorrhage, but she gets dizzy from being a ghost... No matter how much she tried to persuade and plead, Master Zixu insisted that "you'll get used to it" and would call her over for an "inspection" every few days.
However, she got used to fainting, woke up quickly, and her spirits weren't so bad anymore; fainting became just a formality.
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The chill of winter is growing stronger.
That day, Lin Feifei woke up early to find it snowing heavily outside. She immediately became excited, as if she had discovered a new continent, while the other disciples just smiled perfunctorily, because snow was nothing new at that time.
"Meow, quick, let's go see the snow."
She dragged Miaomiao to the pavilion on the outer peak of the palace right after breakfast.
The sky was overcast with heavy clouds, and thousands upon thousands of snowflakes danced in the air, drifting and scattering for miles with the cold wind. Strands of downy feathers already clung to the bare branches, and the distant pine peaks were dotted with white.
"How beautiful!" Lin Feifei excitedly picked up Miaomiao. "Meow meow, look, it's snowing! It's snowing!"
Miaomiao was clearly not used to such a warm hug. She struggled for a long time before being put down. Her little face was full of dissatisfaction: "You've wrinkled my robe. I've seen snow many times. It doesn't look good."
"You don't know how to appreciate it," Lin Feifei rolled her eyes at him, then turned back to look at the snow. "Wow—"
After praising it, he couldn't stop smiling.
Because she saw someone.
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In the biting cold wind and amidst the drifting snowflakes, a stunningly beautiful woman in a white robe walked towards them.
A world of ice and snow, and a person as cold and noble as ice and snow. It seems that she has become one with the falling snowflakes, accompanying and enhancing each other.
Behind him, two young female Taoist nuns, around thirteen or fourteen years old, were holding a zither.
"Wow, no wonder so many men want to date her..." Lin Feifei exclaimed, patting Miaomiao's head beside her.
"Pick her up?" Miaomiao didn't understand.
"Huh?" Lin Feifei finally realized that she was harming children. "I mean, brewing tea, I mean, all your fellow disciples and nephews want to brew tea for her."
"Really?" Miaomiao still seemed to understand but not quite. "But Senior Sister Miaoqing doesn't drink tea brewed by others."
"Shh-"
Lin Feifei gestured for him to shut up and was about to go up and greet him. But when Miaoqing saw someone in the pavilion, he stopped and, upon coldly recognizing Lin Feifei, turned and walked back.
The enthusiastic words that were already on the tip of her tongue were immediately swallowed back. Lin Feifei was stunned for a long time before she pouted and said, "Forget it, who cares about who!"
After muttering a few words, she lost interest in continuing to admire the snow, and the two of them walked back the way they came.
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In the distance, the pine forest reappeared.
Miaomiao walked quickly ahead. He was still a child, and he was already impatient after being dragged out by Lin Feifei for so long.
Lin Feifei couldn't help but shiver again and slowed her pace.
From a distance, it looked much the same as before. The pine forest was still a deep, almost black green, with only a few specks of white snow on the treetops, adding a touch of beauty while also making it appear quiet and serene.
She was secretly curious.
Who is the female ghost inside? What grudge can't be resolved? Was the white shadow from that day really her?