A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 22

Along the way, Lin Feifei secretly touched the Xuanzi Stone, but found nothing unusual.

Soon, the group was led into a small courtyard. There were already thirty or forty monks and Taoist priests in the courtyard, some sitting and some standing, but they were not making any noise.

With so many people, I wonder if that "interesting" Senior Brother Lingyi is there, and which one is him?

Lin Feifei was a little annoyed; she couldn't very well yell here. And the cool, modern-day "handsome Taoist priest" image she'd envisioned—holding a whisk, striking a pose with a Photoshop tool—was clearly not suitable for finding someone.

However, she was still quite quick-witted.

The one who could win the heart of the "cold beauty" Senior Sister Miaoqing must be very handsome! She may not be good at other things, but she can still recognize handsome men, which narrows down the possibilities considerably.

Also, with his fame, he's bound to attract a lot of attention.

With that in mind, she immediately took action.

Sure enough, two people stood out the most.

Two monks, dressed in robes and leaning on staffs, sat upright. The monks and Taoist priests beside them seemed quite respectful to them.

Lin Feifei pouted and looked away.

But as soon as their gaze shifted from the two people, it was immediately drawn to the person under the tree.

Her icy eyes remained unwavering. In the dim light, her white clothes stood out against the bare sycamore trees, the simple lines resembling an ancient painting.

He stood there quietly, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

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"My apologies, my apologies. I'm sorry to trouble you all with my daughter's matter."

Lin Feifei was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses after hearing those words.

Before anyone knew it, a middle-aged man in his forties had appeared in the courtyard. He was dressed in fine clothes, had a fair complexion, was slightly overweight, and looked extremely anxious. Judging from his earlier address of "my daughter," he must be Lord Qian.

He bowed slightly to the people in the courtyard and said, "I am grateful to all the Taoist priests and eminent monks. If my daughter can be saved, I will personally prepare generous gifts to visit your esteemed temple to express my gratitude."

Everyone returned the greeting.

He waved his hand again, and a young boy behind him immediately brought over two cups of tea, placing them in front of the two monks. No one seemed to mind, presumably knowing the monks' identities.

The two monks were quite modest and quickly got up to return the greeting with their palms together.

Lord Qian gestured for everyone to sit down, and then sat down in the main seat himself.

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Lin Feifei found a seat and glanced at the sycamore tree. She saw that the young man in white was still standing there without moving. However, there were many people, and the main characters of the day were the two monks, so no one paid any attention to him.

"I wonder what brilliant plan the venerable monk has?"

The monk on the left put his palms together and said, "This humble monk is unaware of the circumstances of that day and dares not make any rash judgments."

Lord Qian hurriedly replied, "According to the maids below, my daughter's illness began around 5 PM three days ago."

"May I ask, sir, did your daughter go anywhere else that day?"

Master Qian shook his head: "The previous masters and Taoist priests asked the same question. My daughter did not go out that day, not even to the garden. She only stayed in her room doing needlework."

The two monks exchanged a glance and both frowned.

One of the monks looked at the sky and suddenly said, "It's almost dusk. Let's wait a little longer and then we'll perform a ritual."

Lord Qian nodded in agreement and ordered his servants to arrange accommodations.

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Although it was springtime, night still came early, and the sky had already darkened.

The two monks were clearly quite famous, and the others didn't dare to show off, only whispering and speculating among themselves. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was relaxed, Lin Feifei began to wander through the crowd again, looking for Ling Yi.

She had long suspected the young man in white, because he was undeniably handsome and aloof, more than a match for the cold beauty, Miao Qing.

Considering his apparent disdain for people, Lin Feifei hesitated for a while before finally deciding to go up and ask him directly.

In the blink of an eye.

Under the sycamore trees, all is empty.

Lin Feifei immediately looked around and found that he was nowhere to be seen; it seemed that no one had noticed him.

Where did he go? When did he leave?

But it was too late to think about it—

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A gust of cold wind suddenly swept up from the ground, bringing a familiar chill, and Lin Feifei shivered. The courtyard looked even darker, as if it had been shrouded in fog.

She immediately sensed something was wrong, but then she saw everyone still chatting and laughing, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

Am I just being paranoid?

She composed herself and found a place to sit down. But gradually, her chest began to feel tight again, so she quickly touched the black amethyst stone, which had indeed become warm.

Something is definitely strange!

But I didn't use the Yin-Yang Spirit Communication Technique before the Xuanzi Stone started generating heat, so how could I sense it? Could it be that my spiritual power has increased without me even realizing it?