When Qingyan woke up, she discovered that she was lying on the bed in her guest room. She stared at the strange, yet familiar ceiling, feeling like she'd just experienced a dream. Even meeting Yunhen also felt like it was a dream.
Whether it's Qilian Qingyan or Su Qingyan, they were both Yunhen's one and only disciple in this life.
Shibo once said, Yunhen was too attached to the mortal world. He simply wasn't suited for daoist cultivation to become an immortal. But she'd always never understood where Yunhen's attachment lies. Now, she'd finally understood, Yunhen's attachment was precisely--Qilian Qingyan.
But at the time, in Qilian Qingyan's eyes was only Weisheng Junmo. How would she have noticed the heartfelt longing and attachment in Yunhen's eyes.
Once a person has an attachment, they will become exceptionally terrifying.
Just like how Yunhen was willing to use his head of black hair in exchange for her to come back to this world.
But, this kind of kindness, how should it be repaid?
Qingyan held on to the blanket and softly sobbed. Shifu, didn't we agree, that from now on I will take care* of you?
(*TN: The phrased used here is specifically used for looking after the elderly and arranging their proper burial arrangements.)
When Qingdai pushed opened the door, she found Qingyan alone holding the blanket and softly sobbing. She walked up next to the bed and worryingly asked, "Miss, did something happen?"
When Qingyan heard her voice, she turned her head towards Qingdai, "Qingdai, yesterday, how did I get back?"
Truthfully, Qingdai didn't know how Qingyan returned yesterday either. By the time she sensed Qingyan's return, Qingyan had already fell into a slumber.
Qingdai listened and shook her head, "I don't know how miss returned to the guest room either. By the time I heard something, miss was already lying on the bed."
Listening to Qingdai's words, she thought of Yunhen's mysteriously profound martial arts skills. His abilities were probably unmatched, pity that he simply wasn't willing to stay in one place. If she could receive Yunhen's help, how great that would be.
But if it wasn't what he desired, how could she force him.
"Miss, you seem to be different than usual today." Chishao walked in carrying a bowl of water, "Miss woke up unusually early today. Abbot Lingyang said, he wanted to meet miss before his rites."
Listening to Chishao's words, Qingyan washed her face, before being brought away by the young monk outside her door. As for Xiaobai, it too followed behind Qingyan the whole time.
Many of the other worshippers were rather afraid when they saw the white tiger behind Qingyan. However, seeing Qingyan's appearance, they also felt that for someone who could tame a white tiger, she must be out of the ordinary.
"Shizhu*, the abbot is already waiting in the room for awhile now." The young monk said as he pushed opened the door.
(*TN: 'Benefactor' - term used by monks to address ordinary people.)
When Qingyan walked in, she saw a Sakyamuni Buddha statue sitting dignified in the center of the hall. Underneath it, sat an elderly silver haired monk crosslegged. He struck the wooden fish before him, mumbling something to himself.
Just like that, Qingyan quietly stood in front of bronze statue, calmly waiting. And the elderly monk continued to mind his own business, striking the wooden fish as if he didn't see Qingyan.
About an hour later, abbot Lingyang quietly got up. He walked up before Qingyan and slowly spoke, "Shizhu, shibo once said: 'What is fate, what is to disperse; fated to meet fated to leave; it is nothing but a moment's thought.' There's no need for Shizhu to be too concerned."
Qingyan looked to abbot Lingyang with a smile, "If that's really what he desires, Qingyan will definitely respect this promise." She put her hands together and bowed to the abbot.
"Shizhu, this is what shibo asked me to pass on to you." Lingyang said as he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a letter, placing it in Qingyan's hands. "Shibo said, if after you finish reading what's said in this letter, and you still wished for what you desire, then just go do it."
Qingyan accepted the the letter from abbot Lingyang. The familiar handwriting on the envelope somewhat pained her eyes.
--to Qingyan.
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