A Dream of Transmigration - Chapter 21
Her eyes immediately lit up.
—I was just worried about not having enough money, and now business has come knocking on my door!
While wiping the table, the waiter casually advised her, "I heard that two eminent monks from Dinglin Temple came today. Now that all the Taoist priests and masters in the city have gone there, young Taoist priest, why don't you go and try your luck too?"
Lin Feifei's heart skipped a beat: "You mean all the Taoist priests in the city went?"
"Of course, who wouldn't go for such a good opportunity?" the waiter laughed. "Maybe if he cures Miss Qian, Master Qian will be pleased and they'll all get a reward."
Since they've already gone, if that famous Senior Brother Lingyi were in this city, wouldn't he go too?
Where is Master Qian's house?
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The Qian family mansion.
The vermilion gate and high threshold were quite imposing, clearly indicating a wealthy family.
Sure enough, monks and Taoist priests were coming and going from the main gate from time to time. Lin Feifei stopped a Taoist priest and asked him in detail, only to find out that as long as you gave your Taoist name and background, you could enter.
Lin Feifei introduced herself, and sure enough, the steward, upon hearing that she was a disciple of Master Zixu of Maoshan, immediately welcomed her in with great enthusiasm.
Lin Feifei politely declined, then stepped inside.
A man in white walked slowly with his hands behind his back.
From behind, she could only see a silhouette, but she knew that it must be a pair of half-closed eyes, as cold and indifferent as an iceberg.
Five or six Taoist priests and monks were walking around. Those who knew each other were polite to one another, while those who didn't took the opportunity to make friends...
He walked slowly alone, neither talking to anyone nor stopping, maintaining a steady, slow pace, as if he disdained to associate with others.
Lin Feifei was stunned.
Is he also a cultivator?! Thinking about what happened at dinner earlier, she felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to walk up to him like that, so she stopped and waited for him to walk away.
Just then, laughter erupted from outside the door.
"That monk is here again!"
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Lin Feifei turned around and saw the butler beside her looking outside. She immediately went out and scolded, "You crazy monk, you're here to freeload again. Not today. Go somewhere else. Don't ruin my master's important business!"
"Amitabha, this humble monk has come to heal the sick." A very honest voice said.
Several monks and Taoists who were about to visit laughed when they saw this: "Crazy monk, weren't you expelled from Longquan Temple a long time ago?"
"If you have Buddha in your heart, even being in a cesspool is a form of spiritual practice." A very serious answer.
"Ha ha……"
Lin Feifei curiously stepped outside and saw a young monk standing with his hands behind his back at the bottom of the steps, smiling at the group of people who were mocking him, without being angry.
Good heavens, what kind of world is this? Even monks in ancient times were this handsome!
The yellow monk's robe was somewhat old, but not tattered; on the contrary, it was very clean. He had handsome eyes and a straight nose, and the corners of his mouth and eyes were always curved upwards, revealing a sense of humor, as if he was always smiling.
A monk mocked him again: "Crazy monk, you eat wine and meat, yet you still have Buddha in your heart?"
A mad monk?
Lin Feifei really couldn't see what was wrong with him.
The monk was clearly being sarcastic, but the mad monk still nodded honestly and said in a serious tone, "Exactly."
Everyone burst into laughter.
“I really don’t know how you became a monk in the first place, and yet you refuse to return to secular life,” the steward shook his head and then laughed, “Although my master is kind, today is not the time for you to act up. Go somewhere else.”
Lin Feifei also laughed.
—Does he not abstain from alcohol and meat? If it weren't for his clean clothes, handsome appearance, and lack of a tattered fan, one would almost mistake him for a living "Ji Gong" (a legendary monk).
Unexpectedly, upon hearing Lin Feifei's laughter, the mad monk immediately looked up and stared straight at her, stunned.
"Let's go, let's go." Someone pushed him.
He simply stared at Lin Feifei without moving, looking surprised, and didn't say anything.
What did he see?
Lin Feifei was a little confused. She looked down at herself and found nothing strange.
Seeing that he was still standing outside the door without moving, the butler became impatient and sternly said to him, "Go quickly, or I'll have them beat you up."
Hearing this, Lin Feifei was a little worried and quickly blinked to signal him to leave. Her master had said that Buddhism and Taoism were one family, and it wouldn't be good to let this handsome monk get beaten up.
The mad monk paused for a moment, then chuckled and left.
Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Eleven - The Terrifying Hand
The Qian family was indeed a wealthy household; their garden was vast, and the carvings on the verandas were exquisite.
Lin Feifei followed the monks and Taoists and the servants who were guiding her deeper into the area. Along the way, some places were covered with curtains, probably to avoid suspicion.