Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Qingwei Xuannu Sect, located in Qingwei Mountain in Zhongzhou, is a branch of Taoism. Although all its disciples are female practitioners, it has been passed down for more than a thousand years. The core of its Taoist practice is to forget emotions! Forget all the emotions in the world and understand the way of heaven and earth. It is famous in the world of cultivation for its swordsmanship and mysterious methods. Although its number is not as large as that of the Ji family in Zhongzhou, its prestige in the world of cultivation is equal to that of the Ji family in Zhongzhou. Moreover, for thousands of years, it has advanced and retreated with the Ji family in Zhongzhou. This is also one of the reasons why the Ji family in Zhongzhou has not fallen for thousands of years. It is said that the ancestor of the Ji family has a deep connection with the founder of Qingwei Xuannu Sect, but the specific reason is unknown!

Thirteen years ago, when the Xuantian Pavilion was rumored in the cultivation world, the leader of the Qingwei Xuannu Sect opened a treasure box in the ancestral hall in the back mountain. It was the legacy left by the founder of the sect to future generations. The Qingwei Xuannu Sect leader passed down from generation to generation: "Xuantian Pavilion appears, and the legacy is about to begin!" What the legacy specifically says is unknown; a year later, the Qingwei Xuannu Sect made a marriage contract with the Ji family in Zhongzhou, and betrothed the Qingwei Xuannu Sect Saint, who was only ten years old at the time, to Ji Yinan, the son of Ji Qingfeng, the head of the Ji family in Zhongzhou. This caused an uproar in Zhongzhou and even in the cultivation world at that time. The Qingwei Xuannu Sect, which took forgetting love as the basis of cultivation, was going to marry someone! At that time, there was a lot of discussion in the cultivation world in Zhongzhou, but the strange thing was that the Ji family in Zhongzhou and the Qingwei Xuannu Sect did not explain to the outside world. The internal statement of the Qingwei Xuannu Sect was that it was only for the inheritance of the thousand-year Taoism.

Now, thirteen years have passed, Ji Yinan has become the leader of the younger generation in Zhongzhou, and it is said that he has cultivated the Saint Emperor Art to the peak, and the Saint of Qingwei Xuannu Sect, Huang Xiyi, has also reached the prime of her life and is about to get married. There are rumors that the Ji family and Qingwei Xuannu Sect are already negotiating a marriage, but outsiders do not know.

While Shen Yichen was still going upstream to find the way, the Holy Maiden of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect came to the Fuchen Temple.

"The younger generation disciple of Qingwei Xuannv Sect, Huang Xiyi, is ordered by my master to seek to become a disciple of Zen Master Wuwang"!

Huang Xiyi bowed slightly outside the Fuchen Temple and transmitted the message inside.

After a long time, a young monk came to the door, "Amitabha, please come in, my master is in the main hall!"

Huang Xiyi walked slowly and gracefully to the main hall of Fuchen Temple. An old monk with white hair and beard was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes slightly closed and Buddhist beads in his hands. His whole body was shrouded in a faint golden light.

Huang Xiyi knelt down three times before bowing to the Buddha statue, then stood up and bowed to the old monk, saying:

"I am here to pay a visit to the Zen Master at the order of my master!"

The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

"The junior disciple of Qingwei Xuannv Sect, Huang Xiyi, has been ordered by my master to pay a visit to the Zen master!"

The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

"I, the Saint of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect, Huang Xiyi, was ordered by my master, Master Wangqing, to pay a visit to the Zen Master!"

The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing this, Huang Xiyi stood respectfully beside him and stopped talking.

About half an incense stick of time later, a Buddhist bead in the old monk's bracelet flashed with golden light, and then he fixed on the bead, opened his eyes, and looked at Huang Xiyi in front of him.

"Are you here for the Qingwei Xuanyu Sword?"

"I was ordered by my master to go to Lingxu Mountain to find the Qingwei Xuanyu Sword, the most precious treasure of our sect!"

Huang Xiyi answered respectfully.

"Since you are going to Lingxu Mountain, why do you come to my Fuchen Temple?" Zen Master Wuwang suddenly spoke in a heavier tone, with a sharp look in his eyes! Logically speaking, such a high monk should have long since given up all thoughts of greed, anger, and delusion!

Huang Xiyi was stunned and stood there. Noticing the sharp look in Master Wuwang's eyes, she was startled: "Master really didn't tell me why I came to Fuchen Temple to visit the Zen Master!"

Huang Xiyi didn't know how to answer.

"Since you are here, you should stay overnight in Fuchen Temple. After bathing, come to the main hall every hour at midnight, thirteen hours and three o'clock in the morning to burn incense and kneel down to atone for your past sins"!

Huang Xiyi was completely stunned, thinking: "What is going on? Master just asked me to come and pay respect to the Zen master, why do I have to bathe, burn incense, and kneel down to atone for my sins! I haven't done anything wrong!"

Seeing Zen Master Wuwang closing his eyes and twisting the branches again, there was no room for discussion on this matter.

"Did Master make a mistake when he was young?" Huang Xiyi thought quickly in her heart. She really couldn't think of a reason. Thinking that it might be Master's fault, she bowed and said:

"Junior will follow the master's words!"

"Know clearly," Zen Master Wuwang called softly with his eyes closed;

"Disciple is here!" replied the young monk who led Huang Xiyi here.

"Take the female donor to the guest room and treat her well!"

"Yes"

"Female donor, please follow me!" The young monk led Huang Xiyi to the guest room.

Not long after, a young monk named Mingzhi was seen walking towards the stream carrying a bucket of water.

As he walked, he said: "Didn't Master say that women are just skeletons? Why do you want to let a woman stay overnight? And why do you want her to take a bath and burn incense?"

"Oh, I have to fetch water a few more times!"

If Shen Yichen heard this, he would definitely laugh out loud. He would never have thought that the young monk who seriously scolded him for robbery would also have such greedy, angry and foolish thoughts in his daily life.

Probably when the young monk was carrying water for the sixth time, he met Shen Yichen who was coming from afar.

"Master, can we hurry up? Look at the sky, there are lightning and thunder, it's going to rain heavily!"

Shen Yichen followed the young monk and didn't dare to say anything in his heart. He was frightened by the two loud thunders and didn't dare to leave the young monk for a step. He followed closely behind him.

"The Buddha said, one flower is a world, one leaf is a Tathagata; I say, one wind is an enlightenment, one rain is a practice! Donor, the wind and rain may be a test from the Buddha!" ​​As soon as the young monk finished speaking, heavy rain came in an instant.

If Shen Yichen knew about the young monk's complaints about carrying water, he would definitely say at this moment: "You are a hypocritical monk, you are shameless!"

The heavy rain soaked the two of them in an instant! Their clothes were soaked!

"Master, we have met twice, but I don't know your Buddhist name yet." Shen Yichen asked while wiping the rain off his face with his hand.

Seeing that the monk was neither hurried nor anxious, he did not dare to curse, nor did he dare to walk quickly, for there was no telling if there would be more lightning and thunder.

"My name is Mingzhi!" Mingzhi said as he thought to himself: "If you hadn't come, I would have run back to the temple! How come I ran into you again? I met the Red-Powdered Skeleton one foot and you followed me right after. What bad luck! What bad luck!"

What would Shen Yichen think if he knew what Mingzhi was thinking?

As they were talking, the two were almost at the entrance of Fuchen Temple. Shen Yichen looked up at Fuchen Temple. The Fuchen Temple in the rain had a unique scenery.

The three houses with blue bricks, black tiles and horse-head walls were grey and hazy in the heavy rain. The rain hit the walls, alternating between dry and wet, and white and grey. The surrounding grass was dense, and became even more green and translucent under the heavy rain. In a flash, the three words "Fuchen Temple" came into view, and the two of them walked into the temple in small steps.

Mingzhi turned and walked towards the side room on the right, Shen Yichen didn't know where to go. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the main hall first and worship the Buddha before making a decision. So he covered his eyebrows with his hands and lowered his head and walked forward!

"Ah! What are you doing?"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

A man and a woman spoke at the same time.

It turned out that Shen Yichen lowered his head and walked towards the main hall. When he passed by the lotus pond, he bumped into someone. When he looked up, he saw:

The woman was wearing a white veil and a light yellow gauze dress. Her legs below the calf were wet with rain. She was holding a flower umbrella and had a pair of emerald green jade rings on her ears. Her eyebrows were curved and slightly wrinkled, making her look more shy. Her phoenix eyes were looking at Shen Yichen angrily!

"It's her," Shen Yichen thought. It turned out that this woman was the one Shen Yichen saw downstairs of Zuiying Tower.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Shen Yichen apologized while covering his eyebrows with his hands. There was no other way as the rain was too heavy and he couldn't open his eyes without covering his eyes. He didn't expect that there would be someone standing on the road next to the lotus pond in the heavy rain.

Huang Xiyi looked at Shen Yichen who was soaked all over, and her anger disappeared. She said, "It was an unintentional act in the rain:

The word "it doesn't matter" hasn't been uttered yet!

"A-choo!" Shen Yichen on the opposite side sneezed towards her. It turned out that Shen Yichen had stayed in the rain for too long and couldn't help but sneeze!

Huang Xiyi felt some water stains on the veil, but they were not rain!

"Shameless!" After saying that, he hurried towards the guest room.

Shen Yichen was stunned for a moment, thinking: "I don't want to either. Who can control sneezing?"

Quickly ran into the main hall!