Chapter 312: Metal Ball
The familiar voice made her eyes blur for an instant, and she looked around blankly, but she couldn't see the face - after many years, she couldn't remember what the host looked like. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"My field is in chaos, you have to be careful, don't go crazy." Remind you out loud.
Xue Ying came back to her senses and found herself standing outside the courtyard door in front of the hut, with real ground under her feet, not nothingness in her feelings.
She lowered her head and steady, pushed open the fence of the courtyard, and entered this ordinary-looking courtyard.
"Jingle jingle bell." The wind chimes hanging under the eaves swing gently and make a crisp sound. One step away, the environment is already worlds apart, different from the damp and weird in the plum blossom forest, the wind and sun in this yard are beautiful, very comfortable.
In such weather, if there are flowers in the garden, it is already blooming beautifully.
But the little yard was bare, and the brown dirt was covered with ball-sized, uniformly shaped, mirror-smooth metal balls ā undoubtedly highly industrialized, but now "growing" like cabbages.
Xue Ying was a little stunned, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. But at the same time, he did not stop, but followed the cobblestone path in the middle to the outside of the wooden house.
After a moment's hesitation, she shuddered and pushed open the door and walked in.
Inside, however, it was very ordinary, with a square wooden table and two chairs, and on the table were the usual teapots and cups, and nothing else.
The room was small, with windows open in all three directions except the main door, and the breeze was blowing, and it was empty and silent.
Suddenly, something in the air twisted, and then, a "person" stepped out of thin air.
The man was wearing a yellow-brown monk's robe, and he had tied his waist and wrists just to facilitate his movements, and his waist was slender and his face was ......
It's an indescribable feeling. It's not particularly beautiful, but the skin is very smooth, and it looks like there are no traces of pores at all, so it looks a little fake. The long hair fell loose and fell to the waist. Her eyes were slender, languid and slightly evil, and there was an antenna-like tentacle erected above her head, which looked crumbling as her body swayed slightly.
Ignoring certain "details", she looks like a young girl.
The other party puffed out his mouth slightly: "I really don't want to see you!" ā
"Master Mingli?" Xue Ying was still a little incredulous.
"It's me." Mingli sat down, grabbed a handful of hair and played with it boringly, "You came to me for that black thing, right?" ā
"What?" Xue Ying didn't understand her words.
"It's the guy I can't see anything. I'll tell you the truth, if it's about him, there's nothing I can do about it - I can't even see him! ā
"Oh, I know." Xue Ying was not surprised by this, "However, Master Mingtu's illness has been diagnosed and treated by you all these years, right?" ā
"No, it's not." Mingli replied very briskly, and then said in Xue Ying's disappointed eyes, "Only if Mingxing can't do anything, I will help take a look." ā
Ming Xing, the person in charge of the meditation hall of Ganxiao Temple, is also the master of Ming Si. Xue Ying was injured before, and most of the people who healed her were Mingsi.
Master Mingli will only make a move when Mingxing has no choice, it seems that she was not wrong before, Master Mingli's medical skills are indeed very powerful.
"So, can you see the stove?"
"No way!" Mingli shook his head resolutely, "Not only can I not see him, but I must not get close to him." Our 'fields' are mutually exclusive. ā
Xue Ying also expected this, she hurriedly said: "You don't have to see him personally, I have already written down his symptoms one by one, you just need to treat him as an ordinary person and prescribe a treatment plan according to his symptoms." ā
Originally, I thought it would take a lot of speech to convince Master Mingli, but I didn't expect her to nod very happily: "Okay, it sounds quite funny." ā
Before Xue Ying could get excited, she heard Master Mingli continue: "But let's talk about it, I will only interfere in his affairs once, and I will not take an example." ā
"Okay, thank you, Master Mingli." Xue Ying hurriedly took out a stack of paper in her arms and put it on the table.
Mingli didn't rush to check, but said lazily: "Thank you without need." I know that you have asked me to eat what you have made, and I should reciprocate it. Now that we're clear, I'm happy to have no worries. Then you don't have to keep making the food -- it's not to my taste. ā
Hearing this, Xue Ying had mixed tastes, and she didn't know what to say. Obviously, the things she made were quite delicious, and even Mingfa was full of praise, but she didn't expect to be disliked, and she didn't expect that although she was disgusted, Master Mingli still agreed to help her.
The world is full of surprises and surprises.
"Do you want to travel back?" Mingli asked suddenly.
Xue Ying nodded, but suddenly hesitated halfway through.
Mingli seemed to see everything clearly, and sneered: "Human beings are so strange, they will have feelings after getting along for a long time, and the result of crossing the two worlds back and forth is that there are concerns on both sides, and in the end, even who they are can't see clearly." ā
"What do I have to do to travel back?" Xue Ying asked.
"If it's another traverser, I can answer him with certainty. But you, I really don't know. ā
"How am I different from the other time-travelers?"
Mingli tapped his fingers on the table, "You sit down." ā
Xue Ying sat down across from her.
"Let's put it this way, in my eyes, there are three kinds of people in this world. The first type, ordinary people. This kind of person is the majority, there are long and short lives, but they are extremely boring, summed up as just eating, drinking, Lazar, birth, old age, sickness and death, such boring things, I look at it and look at it and get tired. The second, a little bit more dramatic, gives him a little variable, and he creates another kind of life, of course, most of the time I can see this 'other', but occasionally there is an unexpected surprise or two. There are very few such people, and if they accidentally come to me, I will create a little variable for them, which is what you call a peace charm, and then watch their story as a play when I am idle. ā
Mingli shrugged: "You know, I'm bored in this hellish place, and I can only have some fun this way." ā
The so-called peace charm that can heal diseases and save people is actually just a tool for Master Mingli to have fun?
Xue Ying swallowed her saliva and struggled to digest this fact.
"The third type of people, the misty people. Her life looms in my eyes, and sometimes I think I have seen it clearly, but in the blink of an eye I realize that it is just my delusion. That's the kind of person you are. Although my peace charm can also have some effect on you, I can sense that there is a deviation in it, and I still don't know where the deviation is. ā
"Is it because I'm a time-traveler?"