"If the name of the school is not important, then what else is important …" Mengqi couldn't help but think to himself. But since he was on someone else's ship, it was better not to ask what he shouldn't ask.
He was as silent as gold as he followed the young girl into the largest cabin. The interior was elegantly decorated, with paintings hanging on the wall, literary toys on the table, and sandalwood incense burning in the room.
"Eldest Sister, I've brought the Young Master outside." The girl bowed to the tall lady behind the desk with great respect.
The lady was in her twenties, wearing a light red dress. Her black hair was tied up in a bun, and her eyebrows were picturesque. She was elegant and cold, but she gave people an awkward feeling. It was as if she was not a living person, but a statue worshiped in a temple. She was emotionless.
When Mengqi came in, she was writing. Her words were mechanical, indifferent, and absolutely rational, just like her.
"Is the history of Lu Li? Weeds cover the sky year after year. Thousands of towers float in the sky. Light always leaves the statecraft behind. "
When the girl bowed, she had just finished writing. She didn't make any mistakes, nor was she impolite. It seemed that everything was under her strict and precise control.
"Did you do this yourself?" Mengqi asked in a relaxed manner.
The girl nodded. "It's my poem."
"Poem? I envy you … but I don't have this talent …" Mengqi said calmly, "I'm Su Meng. What can I do for you? How should I address you? "
The girl curled up the corner of her mouth, showing a smile. But Mengqi only felt that it was a smile carved on her face, without any emotion. It was purely out of politeness.
"Yue Ziqin." She said these three words gently and reached out her right hand. "Please sit down."
They sat down at the desk. The girl served two cups of tea and left first.
"Please have some tea." Yue Ziqin seemed to be treating guests strictly according to some rules.
Mengqi picked up the lid and gently brushed it. He smelled the fragrance of tea. His blood vessels relaxed and his meridians became active. He felt more comfortable as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
"Good tea!" He couldn't help but praise it. At the same time, he confirmed that there was no obvious poison in this cup of tea. As for other things, he definitely had the opportunity and strength to crush the Reincarnation Talisman, so he wasn't afraid.
Yue Ziqin gently nodded. "Time Flowing Tea."
Mengqi took a sip. The tea flowed down his throat like silk. The exhaustion of his body, the loss of his Essence Blood, and the discomfort of the 'serious illness' were like the first snow meeting the blazing sun, rapidly melting away.
"Even if it's not as good as the Recover Pill, it's better than the Hundred-herb Pill. How extravagant …" Mengqi was secretly surprised.
Yue Ziqing just sat there motionlessly like a statue of a female immortal. When Mengqi finished his tea, she took a sip and asked bluntly, "Young Master Su, do you have a sacred object of Buddhism with you?"
How could he sense it? Mengqi took a deep breath. Was it because of the Buddha's Lamp that she invited him on board and served him tea?
Seeing that Mengqi didn't answer, Yue Ziqin added, "It should be the Buddha's Lamp."
Mengqi frowned and quickly took down the Buddha's Lamp hanging on his chest. "Miss Yue knows it?"
"It's really it." Yue Ziqin's face showed a happy smile. "In the past, my grandmaster was made by Buddha."
"This, this origin … and her grandmaster was at least a Dharmakaya …" Mengqi couldn't help but be surprised.
Yue Ziqin took out another lamp from her arms. The light was as small as a bean, illuminating the area, making it warm and peaceful. "After making the Buddha's Lamp, my grandmaster also made one for himself with the remaining materials. Although it's not as good as yours, it's still magical. When it comes near, it will sense it."
"No wonder …" Mengqi finally felt relieved. His Buddha's Lamp was damaged, so it was normal that it didn't sense it.
Yue Ziqin said to herself, "My grandmaster once heard from Buddha that if Buddhism declined in the future, this lamp would illuminate the end of the Dharma and guide you to the truth. Therefore, I invite you on board and drink a cup of tea to heal your injury."
"This lamp really has a big secret. No wonder Luohan still wants to guard it after his corpse transformation …" Mengqi thought to himself and blurted out, "Miss Yue is also a Buddhist?"
Yue Ziqin shook her head. "My grandmaster left Buddhism a long time ago."
She paused and asked, "Young Master Su, do you know which word is the essence of Buddhism?"
Mengqi was a half-baked monk after all, so he answered without hesitation, "Emptiness."
"Yes, everything is emptiness, everything is emptiness, and everything in the world is an illusion. Only by seeing through it can we let it go and transcend the sea of sufferings." Yue Ziqin's eyes faintly lit up. "Therefore, monks study Dharma, practice Buddha's Palm, and condense Dharmakaya in order to see through the illusion. But this is only the first step. Since everything is emptiness, Dharma is also emptiness, and the Buddha's Palm is also emptiness. If we can't see through it and let it go, we will eventually fall behind and can only achieve Luohan's Fruit. In Buddhism, this is called 'Breaking the Law of Self'."
"She knows more about Dharma than a monk like me … She really has a deep relationship with Buddhism …" Mengqi was amazed.
Yue Ziqin changed the topic. "But my grandmaster doesn't think so. There is a reason behind every illusion, and every existence has its reason. If we can't find out the reason and think they are illusions and emptiness, we will just go astray."
"Childe Su, you should have experienced illusions, but where do they come from? The spirit interferes with the senses and affects the soul. The spirit seems illusory, but it is real and rooted in the Vital Spirit soul. The Vital Spirit soul is ethereal, but it is a form of everything in the world. Karma, karma, and samsara are just self-defined words that don't understand a certain law. "
"The Vital Spirit is an object, and the spirit is an object. There is no essential difference with stones, mountains, and seawater. Everything is an object. This is my grandmaster's understanding of the universe and the world."
She raised her hand and pointed. Mengqi followed her finger and saw a line of words.
"Real and not empty."
"No wonder her grandmaster left Buddhism. There is no way to coexist with different ideas …" Mengqi finally understood what was going on. To be honest, this concept was closer to Mengqi himself.
"Well, Childe Su, please go back." Before Mengqi could speak, Yue Ziqin sent him off with a cup of tea.
Meng Qi was confused and felt that this was too strange. He had been found by someone, but all he had done was drink a cup of tea and listen to a lecture. He had not done anything, and now he was going to leave?
On the way out, he finally couldn't help asking the little girl in green, "Does Miss Yue always do things like this?"
The little girl said with a bitter face, "Eldest Senior Sister is a little, a little too fond of teaching others."
Well … what else could Meng Qi say? After drinking the Flowing Light Tea, his body had recovered a lot. Even though he couldn't return to his peak condition in a short period of time, it was still much better than a serious illness that left him weak and powerless.
He took a boat ashore and was about to hide his identity and go directly to the secret stronghold of the Six Fan School to stay away from the trouble. Suddenly, he heard a loud and clear sound of a zither.
Turning around, he saw a pavilion on the hill by the shore. In the hall sat a Childe in white. He wore a silk scarf and played a zither. There was a burning sandalwood incense beside the zither. Behind him was a maid holding a chessboard.
This Childe was as beautiful as a woman. His face was pale as if he was seriously ill. There was no sense of danger.
But Mengqi's heart was in his throat. How could "Ledgerkeeper of Lives" appear here? Could it be a trap set by him?
"Our Childe invites Childe Su to come up for a chat." The maid shouted.
Mengqi pondered for a moment and directly went up the hill with the Samsara talisman. He sat in front of Wang Siyuan leisurely without any unfamiliarity, "You didn't do it."
"If it was me, you would have been dead long ago." Wang Siyuan stopped playing the zither and coughed softly.
He took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, "How do you feel about falling into the trap?"
Mengqi pondered for a moment and said, "It seems to be designed according to my character. I like to do things quickly, go straight to the point, and I'm good at surprise attacks. But it just so happens that I fell into the trap."
When dealing with things in the Tang Family in Yi City, he made full use of this characteristic and the effect was very good. But once any action pattern became a fixed pattern, it would be one's own weakness and must be reviewed and improved.
"Didn't you notice anything unusual on the way?" Wang Siyuan didn't comment on Mengqi's answer.
Mengqi gritted his teeth, "When I found the paper ball in the innkeeper's mouth, I had some doubts …"
Because this situation was too familiar.
"However, I thought that since I found this place very quickly, I could also rush to the Flower-viewing Garden very quickly. It would be good if there were no problems. If there were problems, I would rush there in advance to disrupt their steps and find the real clues. Moreover, to ambush me and frame me, many conditions must be met, and the timing must be just right. If they relied too much on the interlocking, even the slightest oversight would be like drawing water with a sieve. This kind of plan is the easiest to be foiled. So I was still very surprised when I really fell into the trap. Now it seems that there should be a very strong master following me …"
Mengqi analyzed himself, "And this time there are only three parts of the trap. My doubts are not deep. It's reasonable that the people in the coffin shop were killed, and no one would doubt it. Finding clues from the corpses must be abnormal, but it's also normal. If there is another part, and I find another clue, then I will definitely doubt it."
Wang Siyuan listened quietly and didn't comment. When Mengqi finished, he showed a trace of a smile, "If I tell you that no matter whether you have doubts or not, the final result will not change, will you believe me?"
"Why?" Mengqi didn't answer but asked a question.
Wang Siyuan coughed a few times, "Any delicate and completely dependent on the interlocking of the trap is very easy to be foiled. After all, there are too many variables. My nickname is' Ledgerkeeper of Lives', but I dare not say that I can 'calculate people's hearts'. If it's such a chain of traps, there won't be too much of a problem for you to deal with it. But your mistake is that you don't know the opponent's real purpose, and you can't guess who the person who attacked you is, so you can't see the real trap. At this time, you need to jump out."
"So, when you see a delicate and old-fashioned trap succeed, before you snort in disbelief, think about it first. What is the real trap behind it? Why did the opponent dare to design such an easy to see through plot and really succeed? "
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