A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 12

During this time, Lin Feifei had inquired about these gossips when she had nothing to do, but unfortunately, the younger disciples in the sect only knew what they had heard from others, while the older disciples were unwilling to speak, which meant they had been warned.

As she walked and thought—

A swift white shadow swept past, silent and stealthy, like a ghost.

Although she only caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, Lin Feifei knew very well that it was definitely not a hallucination. She was so frightened that she immediately stopped and looked closely, but there was nothing there.

There was no wind, and the surroundings were completely silent; even the snow in the sky seemed to have temporarily stopped.

Miaomiao had already run ahead and disappeared from sight.

Who is this? Could it be that person from that other day...?

Lin Feifei felt a chill run down her spine. Intuitively, she sensed something was off about the white figure, but fear ultimately overcame her curiosity. Without thinking further, she quickened her pace and ran towards Yuanfu Palace.

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It was lunchtime when they returned to the palace.

In the dining hall, Yu Jing moved next to Lin Feifei, her face full of disappointment: "I heard that Uncle Lingyi isn't coming back."

"Oh, really?" Lin Feifei casually picked up a vegetable.

As soon as she entered the dining hall, she heard the lay female disciples discussing the matter with disappointment, but Lin Feifei was clearly not very interested; she was only thinking about the strange white figure from earlier.

“I heard that Master sent someone to tell him to do something again,” Yu Jing sighed sadly. “If he doesn’t come back this time, it will be another year before I can see him again.”

However, after a while, she revealed a gloating expression: "It's good that my master isn't coming back, otherwise some people would be bothering him all the time."

As she spoke, she gestured for Lin Feifei to look towards the door.

Lin Feifei looked in that direction and froze.

A figure in a white robe appeared outside the door. From the side, her beautiful face was noticeably colder, as icy as ice.

Many people in the dining hall stared at her, some with admiration, some with sympathy, and some with schadenfreude, but she seemed not to see any of it. She continued to walk gracefully and slowly past the door and disappeared.

Lin Feifei bit the end of her chopsticks, lost in thought.

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Seven - Descending the Mountain

Autumn leaves flutter down, red as fire and yellow as gold, looking especially beautiful and romantic against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Unfortunately, there were two very unromantic people who were eating jujube cakes.

"Hmm, Meow Meow, let's hurry back, it's getting dark."

Lin Feifei's hand trembled.

To this day, she still vividly remembers that white figure. She asked Master Zixu several times, but he always shook his head and said it was fate, without revealing anything else. As time went by, she became too lazy to ask anymore, but she was still a little scared.

Miaomiao looked at her in confusion: "Didn't you learn magic?"

Lin Feifei rolled her eyes at him: "Of course, I just don't like looking at them. Don't you think they're disgusting..."

Unbeknownst to her, a year had passed since she joined Maoshan. Besides learning the Shangqing Sword Technique (which was only demonstrated), she, who had never had a good memory, had actually memorized quite a few talismans by rote, although the effect was hard to say—she often mispronounced the incantations.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that she still faints at the sight of ghosts...

The strange thing is that although her Taoist skills were terrible, her spiritual power was exceptionally good. Back then, she was afraid of seeing those things, so she didn't dare to practice any Yin-Yang Spirit Communication Techniques anymore, and she didn't even meditate anymore. However, every time she was forced by Master Zixu to practice properly, she could still see those things, and they became clearer and clearer.

After fainting countless times, she came up with her own solution: she would cover her eyes with a cloth and rely on her senses to judge things, trying to "out of sight, out of mind." After several trials, the results were excellent, and she never made a mistake, so Master Zixu stopped pursuing the matter.

However, neither of them considered whether there would be time for her to cover her eyes during the performance.

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Leaves flew overhead.

Lin Feifei sighed, finally truly understanding what it meant for "time to fly by." She had fallen here from the end of last summer, and in the blink of an eye, it was autumn again.

Thinking about where she came from, she suddenly felt like crying, wondering how worried her parents were.

He sniffed.

Miaomiao looked at her, puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

She quickly wiped her eyes and said, "It's nothing."

Just then, an old Taoist priest in his fifties walked over, stroking the few sparse whiskers on his chin as he went.

"Junior Sister".

"Senior Brother," Lin Feifei quickly stood up, "were you looking for me?"

"Your master wants you to go downstairs."

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The light blue curtain was lifted and then lowered, keeping the rich autumn atmosphere outside. Inside the burner, fine sandalwood incense burned, creating a serene and tranquil ambiance.

"Go down the mountain?" Lin Feifei jumped up.

Master Zixu sat upright on the futon, nodding with a smile as always. Today he was wearing a purple robe again, which was said to be a special gift from the imperial court.