Chapter Eighty-Three: Meet at Qingbo Pavilion and Visit Xuanqing Temple Together
After observing the qi, Ling Yao's mind became more tranquil, and she silently sorted out the thoughts that were running rapidly from this qi observation prompt, and after a while, she set her eyes on this half-covered pianist.
"Something?"
Ling Yao looked at him lightly, to be honest, the peaceful coexistence in the past few days made Ling Yao not hate this Taoist priest.
"The girl's ability to see qi is really amazing, and it is difficult to take her eyes off it at the next moment."
Rong Yan directly praised Ling Yao's ability.
"Surprised you? Aren't you also able to read qi? ”
Ling Yao looked him up and down, and slowly spit out these words, but they hit Rong Yan's heart hard.
"Dare to ask how Miss Ling knows? I've never watched it these days. ”
Rong Yu felt more and more that this girl was not simple, and she could find that she could observe qi.
"I just don't have any preference for music, it's not that I don't understand the rhythm, and your piano sound has been faintly in sync for the past few days."
Although Ling Yao's curiosity about people is very light, the past few days of getting along have made Ling Yao think a little about this pianist. A person who doesn't have to do morning classes, and who can occupy such a good position to play the piano in Xuanqing Temple, is not an ordinary little Taoist priest no matter how you look at it.
"The girl really has a wise root."
Rong Yu didn't expect that his piano sound would be broken by such a girl.
"Hmm."
Ling Yao nodded, then got up and planned to leave.
"The girl hasn't had a good visit in the past few days, so it's better to let me take the girl around today."
Rong Yao's sudden invitation made Ling Yao pause.
"Not for a moment, Kiyobotei."
Ling Yao left such a sentence in the wind, and walked away without stopping.
"Then we'll see you there."
Rong Yao's clear voice gently entered Ling Yao's ears with the wind.
Ling Yao lightly hooked the corners of his lips after hearing this, he is really not an ordinary person, Yuqin Aiki, Yufeng Transmission, this kind of skill is not famous in the rivers and lakes?
At this moment, such a hint slowly appeared in Ling Yao's heart, and this person might be able to provide assistance for this mission.
Therefore, now that Ling Yao, who has had lunch and basked in the sun, after drinking a cup of tea to refresh herself, the person she wants to see is this Rong Yu Daoist.
"Miss Ling."
Rong Yu looked at Ling Yao who was coming from afar and called softly.
"Chief Rong Yu."
Ling Yao's opening of the mouth was always a little respectful.
"The girl shouldn't have been to Xuanqingguan before, and I probably don't know a lot of allusions, so I'll lead the girl to talk while walking."
Rong Yao stretched out his hand to lead forward as he spoke, and Ling Yao naturally walked in the direction Rong Yan was pointing.
"The tree in front is an ancient Tsubaki tree, when the Xuanqing Temple was not established before, this tree had withered for many years, and after the Xuanqing Temple was repaired, it miraculously came back to life. At that time, the master Xuan Ke Zhenren said that this was the three Qing Taoist ancestors who gave the spirit of pure spirit to enter the world, educate me to view all living beings and all things, and protect my disciples and grandchildren. ”
Rong Yao is familiar with even every brick and tile in the view, so he is also explaining all the way along the way, and it is difficult for him to have a bit of vivid and vivid color, but Ling Yao is not irritable when he listens.
It's just that Ling Yao suddenly got a little distracted when he listened, this Rong Yu Taoist reminded Ling Yao of the person who was said goodbye without saying goodbye to him, and he didn't know if he would make a fuss after he found out that he was leaving. But even if it makes trouble, it doesn't matter, after all, Xie Qi can still control him a little.
Now, they probably have left Huzhou.
Ling Yao's thought was only a momentary thought, and he soon continued to come back to his senses and listened carefully to Rong Yao's introduction.
"In front of me is the bell tower, and most of the time my junior brother Rong Hua is guarding here. Rong Hua's mind is clear, and the sound of hitting the bell has always been crisp. It's just that the bell has become more and more dull recently, and I thought it was Rong Hua's restlessness when he practiced recently. It turned out that no matter who struck the bell, it couldn't make the bell sound clear. ”
Rong Yu frowned a little as he spoke, and he was probably very troubled by this matter.
"Can't you either?"
Ling Yao looked at his appearance and guessed a rough idea, but he still asked.
"I, of course, have tried, but the bell is still not clear enough."
Rong Yu was also a little helpless when he talked about this, all the Taoist priests who were not moved couldn't hit the bell one by one, what was the matter.
"That could be a broken bell."
Ling Yao said without being salty.
"Miss Ling, don't let others hear this, otherwise you will be blamed, when the Xuanqing Temple was not established, in addition to the tree, the longest age was this bell. So it's better for us to have a problem than for the clock. ”
Rong Yan was not annoyed when he heard this, he still smiled, as if he cared about these but didn't take it so seriously.
"That's a pity."
Ling Yao looked at the bell for a while before slowly responding.
"What's the pity?"
Rong Yan turned his face sideways to look at Ling Yao.
"It's really broken, you should be able to see it, but you don't see it."
Ling Yao also turned her head and looked at Rong Yan with clear and bright eyes.
"Well, it's me who neglected your ability, and since you can see the qi, you naturally see the resentment here."
Rong Yu was slightly stunned, and then smiled at Ling Yaoqing, and the atmosphere in his words did not stain his smile at all.
"Hmm."
Ling Yao's flat response was neither asking nor panicking.
Looking at Ling Yao's reaction, Rong Yu remembered his master's conversation again.
"Rong Yu, you are talented, right-minded, and full of aura, it seems that you will have a smooth life, but in fact, it is because the catastrophe has not come!"
Yuan Ming Zhenren called Rong Yu to the room after dinner on this day.
"Please teach me."
Rong Yan bowed his head and listened to the teachings.
"What you are going to experience is a fateful calamity, and when the calamity comes, you will naturally know that you will enter the world because of the calamity, be confused by entering the world, and die because of the calamity."
Yuan Ming Zhenren's state of mind has long been detached, but the tone of the calamity of his beloved disciple is still a little heavy.
"Master, is all this unavoidable?"
Although Rong Yu is a cultivator, he still has some hidden worries in his heart when he encounters a fateful catastrophe.
"Although it is inevitable to die, you will meet help, if the time comes, this person will become your nobleman, she will take you into the world and take you to forget the dust."
As Yuan Ming Zhenren spoke, he gently drew a spirit rune on Rong Yan's left arm.
"Master, this is?"
Rong Yan felt something, but he couldn't be sure.
"This talisman will remind you when you meet someone who can help you through fate."
Yuan Ming Zhenren explained simply.
"Thank you, Master."
Rong Yu knew that this was the master who was reminding himself, so he bowed solemnly.
"Rong Yan, no matter what you go through, remember to guard your Dao heart, and you can break this calamity if you don't destroy it."
After Yuan Ming Zhenren said this, he closed his eyes and was silent.
"Thank you for your advice, I don't dare to forget my heart even if I destroy my soul in the future!"
Rong Yu had a solemn look on his face and made an oath not to be violated.
After this conversation, Rong Yu was still cultivating as seriously as before.
Until a few days ago, he felt something in his heart and knew that his time to enter the WTO was approaching, so he waited more quietly for the arrival of his fate.
Six days ago, when he was looking down on the scenery in the temple, he saw his destiny coming from his step.
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