Когда мы вернёмся - Глава 42
"Xue'er," Situ Xingyun took her hand and felt it was a little cold. He frowned, "Why are your palms so cold?"
"Maybe he didn't wear enough clothes when he came out and caught a chill."
Pulling her close, Situ Xingyun asked, "Why did you come out?"
"I was a little thirsty when I woke up, so I came out to find some water. Why did Xingyun come out too? You weren't here when I woke up," Fengxue asked, nestled obediently in his arms.
"They went out to find a toilet."
That night, Feng Xue concealed what she had seen, and Situ Xingyun also concealed the reason for his departure. However, at the time, they both harbored suspicions about each other, but they simply chose not to dwell on it.
The next day, the abbot of the temple indeed returned. He was wearing a tattered cassock, carrying a pot of wine in his left hand and a pheasant in his right. Before he even reached the temple gate, he shouted, "Little disciple, your master has caught a pheasant!"
Feng Xue, who was drinking congee, choked when she heard the sound. Situ Xingyun quickly patted her back, and she recovered.
The young monk nodded slightly to them in apology, "Master's personality is a bit peculiar, please don't take offense, benefactors."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a disgruntled voice rang out from the doorway, "Little apprentice, you've only been gone a few days, and you dare to speak ill of your master?"
The old monk burped and patted his belly. Seeing that there were outsiders present, his thick eyebrows furrowed.
The young monk quickly said, "Master, the two benefactors have come to draw lots."
The old monk frowned again, seemingly about to refuse, but just as he was about to speak, Feng Xue stood up, gracefully bowed to the abbot, and said softly with a smile, "Abbot, those pheasants you have are quite difficult to hunt!"
The old monk immediately beamed and replied, "Yes! I've been hunting this chicken for days! The young lady has good taste."
Feng Xue smiled and said, "Abbot, you flatter me. Wild pheasants taste best when eaten deep in the mountains!"
"Hehe, little girl, you're quite interesting." The old monk stared at Feng Xue for a while, then suddenly his expression turned strange. "I've never seen such a beautiful girl before."
The young monk's face was a little pale. "Esteemed benefactors, my master always likes to talk nonsense. Please don't take offense."
Feng Xue was taken aback, her heart filled with shock; this abbot was no ordinary person. But she still smiled and said, "This is the first time I've heard someone praise me like this."
Situ Xingyun looked at the old monk, his eyes becoming deep and unfathomable.
"Hehe, little girl, I like you very much. Come in and draw a fortune stick!" The old monk took a big gulp of wine and said with a grin.
Feng Xue nodded slightly, "And what about my husband?"
The old monk shifted his gaze to Situ Xingyun, and suddenly, he spat out the wine he was drinking, spilling it all over the ground. He quickly wiped his mouth and said to Feng Xue, "Young lady, you have such poor taste! How could you choose such an ugly boy as your husband?"
Situ Xingyun's face turned a little ugly when he was told he was ugly for the first time. Feng Xue smiled and said, "Abbot, but I like it."
Situ Xingyun's expression softened.
The old monk laughed heartily, "Little girl, for your sake, you can come along!" After saying that, he took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said to the young monk, "Little disciple, after you've drawn your fortune sticks, bring them to my meditation room."
Then he staggered away.
The young monk put his hands together and bowed to them, saying, "Please come this way, benefactors."
After each of them drew a fortune stick, the young monk led them to the abbot's meditation room. "Esteemed guests, Master has instructed that only one person may enter at a time. Please, young lady, enter first."
Feng Xue nodded to Situ Xingyun, then pushed open the door and went inside.
At this moment, the young monk said to Situ Xingyun, "Benefactor, please wait in the main hall."
Inside the meditation room.
The old monk, who had been all smiles, became serious after reading Feng Xue's fortune slip. He then closed his eyes in deep thought. The meditation room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Feng Xue also inexplicably became nervous.
Finally, the old monk opened his eyes, shook his head, and sighed, "Fate always loves to play tricks on people."
Feng Xue was completely confused. "Abbot, what do you mean?"
“Young girl, your life is a legend.” The old monk said solemnly, “When you are in trouble, look at your own heart.”
"Heart?"
“Yes. Little girl, we are destined to meet. Here, take this white jade bracelet. You will surely have the opportunity to use it in the future.” The old monk took out a white jade bracelet from inside his robe.
The white jade bracelet is crystal clear, and a small "仙" (fairy) character is engraved on the edge of the bracelet.
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Volume One: A Female Scholar Named Qingyun (3)
As Feng Xue received the bracelet, she touched the old monk's cold hand. Suddenly, the old monk grabbed her hand and pressed two fingers onto her pulse. Upon examination, the old monk exclaimed in surprise, "Young lady, you were once poisoned by the Night Lotus?"
Feng Xue was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
"Fate! It really is fate!" the old monk sighed softly. "Young girl, your poison was transferred to a second person, wasn't it?"
Feng Xue's eyes widened in shock.
"Indeed, otherwise you wouldn't be here now." The old monk released her hand and shook his head.
"Abbot, what is the Night Lotus?" Feng Xue's heart suddenly filled with panic. Could it be that Li Ge's long absence was due to the Night Lotus?