Chapter 746

"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 Meng Qi came in, she was writing with a brush. Every word she wrote was just like her, mechanical, indifferent, and absolutely rational.

"Is Lu Li in history? Weeds cover the blue 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 her lips into 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 Ziqing." She gently said three words and reached out her right hand. "Please sit down."

The two of them sat across from each other at the desk. The young girl served two cups of tea and left first.

"Please have some tea." Yue Ziqing seemed to be treating guests strictly according to some rules.

Mengqi picked up the lid of the tea and gently brushed it. He smelled the fragrance of the 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 made sure that there was no obvious poison in the tea. As for other things, he was not afraid since he had the chance and strength to crush the Samsara Talisman.

Yue Ziqing nodded. "Tea of Flowing Light."

Mengqi took a sip. The tea flowed down his throat like silk. The exhaustion of his body, the loss of essence and blood, and the discomfort of the "serious illness" melted away like the first snow under the scorching sun.

"It is not as good as the Recover Pellet, but it is better than the Hundred-herb Pellet. How extravagant it is …" Mengqi was secretly surprised.

Yue Ziqing just sat there, watching, motionless, like a statue of a female fairy. When Meng Qi finished his tea, she took a sip and asked straightforwardly, "Master Su, do you have a sacred object of Buddhism with you?"

"How?" Meng Qi secretly gasped. Was it because of the Buddha's Lamp that she invited him on board and served him good tea?

Seeing that Mengqi didn't answer, Yue Ziqing added, "It should be the Buddha's Lamp."

Mengqi frowned and quickly took off the Buddha's Lamp hanging on his chest. "Miss Yue, do you know it?"

"Sure enough." A happy smile appeared on Yue Ziqing's face. "In the past, my Ancestral Master 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 green lamp from his bosom. The flame of the lamp was as small as a bean, illuminating the area. It was warm and tranquil. "After the Grandmaster made the Buddha's Lamp, he used the remaining materials to make one for himself. Although it's not as good as yours, he made it casually. It's magical.

"No wonder …" Mengqi finally felt relieved. His Buddha's Lamp was broken, so it was normal that it did not sense it.

Yue Ziqing said to herself, "My grandmaster heard from Buddha that if Buddhism declined in the future, this lamp will illuminate the end of dharma and guide you to the truth. So please come on board and have a cup of tea to heal your injury."

"This lamp is really a big secret. No wonder Luohan still wants to guard it after turning into a corpse …" Mengqi thought and blurted out, "Is Miss Yue also a Buddhist?"

Yue Ziqing shook her head. "My grandmaster left Buddhism a long time ago."

She paused and asked, "Do you know which word is the essence of Buddhism?"

Meng Qi was, after all, a half-baked monk. He answered without hesitation, "Empty."

"Yes, everything is empty. Everything in the world is empty. Only by seeing through it can we let it go and transcend the sea of bitterness." Yue Ziqing's eyes were faintly shining. "Therefore, monks study Dharma, practice Buddha's Palm, and condense Dharmakaya in order to see through the illusion. But this is just the beginning. Since everything is empty, so is Dharma and Buddha's Palm. If you can't see through it and let it go, you will fall behind and only get Luohan's Fruit. In Buddhism, this is called 'Breaking the Law of Self'."

"She knows more about Dharma than me, a monk … She really has a deep relationship with Buddhism …" Mengqi was amazed.

Yue Ziqing changed the topic. "But my grandmaster doesn't think so. There is a reason behind every illusion, and every existence has its reason. If you can't find it and think it is an illusion, you will go astray."

"Master Su, you must have experienced illusion, but where did it come from? Spirit interferes with the senses and affects the soul. 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 all things. Cause and effect, karma, samsara, they 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."

"No wonder her grandmaster left Buddhism. Different ideas can't coexist …" Mengqi finally understood what was going on. To be honest, this idea was closer to Mengqi himself.

"Well, Master Su, please go back." Before Mengqi could speak, Yue Ziqing had already sent him off with 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 the sound of a zither, high and clear.

He turned around and saw a pavilion on the hill by the shore. In the hall sat a Childe in white. He wore a silk scarf on his head 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 at all.

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 Master 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 slightly.

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 happened 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 mode of action 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 quickly, I could also go to the Flower-viewing Garden quickly. It would be good if there were no problems, but if there were, I could go there in advance to disrupt their plan 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 a slight oversight would be like drawing water with a sieve. This kind of plan is the easiest to be foiled, so I was really surprised when I fell into the trap. Now it seems that there must be a very strong master following me …"

Mengqi analyzed himself, "And this trap only has three links, so I didn't have many doubts. It's reasonable for the people in the coffin shop to be killed, and no one would suspect it. Finding clues from the corpses is certainly unusual, but it's also normal. If there is another link and I find another clue, then I will definitely suspect it."

Wang Siyuan listened quietly and didn't comment. When Mengqi finished, he revealed 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, interlocking layout 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 layout. At this time, you need to jump out."

"So, when you see an ingenious and old-fashioned trap succeed, before you scoff at it in disbelief, think about it. What's the real plan behind it? Why did the opponent dare to design such an easy to see through plot and really succeed? "