A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 23

This is not surprising at all; even Master Zixu said her psychic abilities were incredible.

However, Lin Feifei wasn't happy at all; she was only filled with dread—would she see those things every time she opened her eyes in the future?! Wouldn't she just faint again and again...?

Just as he was lost in thought, the two monks suddenly stood up.

"They're here."

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It seems these two monks are quite capable.

Lin Feifei thought to herself that since they were there, it would be safer for her to stay hidden. Although she wanted to show off her skills, her own limited magical abilities were too unreliable.

The crowd immediately quieted down, and a few even quietly hid behind Lin Feifei. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself: Sure enough, there are some charlatans here who are just there to freeload.

The two monks stood facing each other with their palms together, their expressions solemn.

The older one slowly raised his palm, revealing a string of shimmering green beads.

Their lips began to move, as if they were chanting scriptures. Gradually, the prayer beads emitted an even stronger light, casting a greenish glow over the surroundings.

Everyone was captivated by what they saw.

The wind picked up again, and the dark purple stone on her chest burned even hotter. The ominous feeling grew stronger, and Lin Feifei nervously squeezed into the crowd.

Amidst gasps of surprise, the string of green prayer beads detached from the monk's hand and slowly rose, hovering about two meters above the ground, emitting a strong green light.

The two monks remained unmoved, continuing to speak.

Gradually, the beads began to spin in the air, as if they had eyes, contemplating which way to go.

Lin Feifei's eyes widened.

It truly is a Buddhist treasure; it's incredibly profound!

After the beads slowly spun around once, they suddenly began to drift forward.

Everyone's gaze followed, and they saw the bead slowly float to the door of Miss Qian's boudoir, seemingly wanting to go inside, but being blocked by the door, so it had to stop outside.

The older monk raised his hand, and the prayer beads immediately flew back into his palm, the green light disappearing.

"Benefactor Qian, may I ask if this humble monk may take a look into your daughter's room?"

Seeing that the two of them had used such magic, and that monks were not considered men by people at that time, Lord Qian thought for a moment, then nodded and went in to instruct the maids to prepare.

The crowd snapped out of their daze and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"Truly worthy of being a high-ranking monk from Dinglin Temple!"

"As expected, his magical power is profound. Those prayer beads must be Buddhist treasures."

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Amidst the praise, Lin Feifei had a vague feeling that something was amiss. Her psychic abilities had been proven several times, and now she was even more suspicious.

No, it shouldn't be inside!

She opened her mouth to speak, but immediately closed it again—compared to the two eminent monks, it was unlikely that anyone would believe her words, and besides, she wasn't entirely sure herself; making a fool of herself would be disastrous.

But that strange feeling grew stronger and stronger.

If it's not inside the house, where could it be?

She looked around, and finally, her gaze settled on a small door.

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The gate wasn't very big, and the stone path was clean, as if people often walked on it, because the mud beside the path had been trampled quite firmly.

There it is!

It seemed as if a voice from the depths of her being was telling her something.

What is that place over there?

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Winding corridors and stone paths, ponds and rockeries, slender plum blossoms and tall bamboos, and magnificent pavilions and towers. Although winter has just passed, there is little sign of decay, and the entire garden is a pleasant place.

It turned out that there was such a beautiful garden inside the small door.

But Lin Feifei was in no mood to appreciate it, because she sensed a chilling aura permeating the air.

Guided by her instincts, she crossed the small bridge, passed through a secluded stone path, and arrived at a rocky outcrop.

Under the dim light of the sky, even through his robes, the dark purple stone on his chest was faintly emitting a purple glow, its reaction exceptionally strong, indicating that he was getting closer and closer to his destination.

Their steps gradually slowed down, and finally they came to a stop.

She gripped her sword tightly and nervously glanced around. She had sneaked into the garden amidst the chaos, thinking that since the two monks had made a mistake, Miss Qian would surely suffer. She figured she might as well clarify things first, then seize the opportunity to demonstrate her skills and impress them.

But to her utter surprise, there was no one in the garden at all; she guessed everyone was focused on that side.

Walking alone, she was a little scared—her magic skills had never been very good, and she had no practical experience at all. What exactly was that thing?

He secretly encouraged himself: "It's a piece of cake. Didn't Master say that ordinary evil spirits can be dealt with completely?"