Quick Wear Beauty

Chapter 3 A glimmer of hope

"Quick! Quick! Feed the pill quickly. This is the ninth-grade resurrection pill! There are other pills, try them all!" The pill master Mu Sheng's hand holding the medicine bottle was unsteady.

Huo Xuan, the great elder of the Wanjian Sect, hugged the frail and embarrassed woman tightly, feeding her pills and infusing her with spiritual power, but to no avail.

"Qing'er, don't scare me!" Huo Xuan looked at the woman in despair. He had never shed tears before, but now, seeing his beloved woman dying, his heart was broken! They had only known each other for a thousand years, and she was about to leave him! His eyes were red, and he wished he was the one who died!

Qingli opened her eyes with difficulty, looked at the familiar people around her, and thought about her life.

From a princess in the mortal world to the great master of the Tianlan Sect in the world of cultivation, she had experienced so much. Even though she had experienced many separations and deaths in the past thousand years, when she was about to disappear, a feeling of reluctance and sadness still lingered in her heart.

"We must part ways one day. Thank you for accompanying me for nearly a thousand years. I should... I can't do it anymore. I have to go first. I hope you are all well and can achieve immortality soon. Forget me, and don't be affected by my failure to overcome the tribulation. Cultivating immortality is to go against the will of heaven. Only by moving forward courageously can you pursue the great way."

"I don't allow it! Qing'er, how can you bear to leave me alone in the Floating Cloud Continent?" Huo Xuan said in pain.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Xuan, I can't accompany you. Fortunately, we didn't form a covenant, otherwise, you would have to die with Qing'er. Qing'er couldn't bear to leave you. You must live well. Qing'er is waiting for you to ascend to immortality."

Qingli's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and she comforted Huo Xuan who was holding her.

The Buddhist disciple transferred his merits to Qingli, but Qingli refused and she interrupted his secret method.

"Jinghui, it's useless. Your merits are hard-earned, don't waste them. Qingli... Thank you..."

Qingli’s last consciousness was the sound of Sanskrit and the wailing of the crowd.

She wondered if Jinghui was reciting the Amitabha Sutra to him.

Did he forget? She was no longer an ordinary person. Once she embarked on the path of immortal cultivation, she would never be reincarnated again...

"Ding—after a narrow escape from death, good times have come. Conditions are ripe, binding successful!"

Jinghui, who was reciting Buddhist scriptures, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a barely noticeable light in the sky. He did not close his eyes again until the light disappeared for a long time.

It seems that the person with great luck and unpredictable fate that the master once mentioned is Qingli.

He looked at the people around him who were mourning for her, and there was more compassion in his eyes.

He kept chanting scriptures with the Buddhist practitioners until he sensed that his master, the abbot of Bodhi Temple, had passed away. Only then did his eyes show more sorrow and relief.

Back then, she was the legitimate princess of the Great Chu Kingdom, and he was the adopted son of the Imperial Preceptor. They had been engaged since childhood, but unfortunately, fate was unpredictable. Decades later, they met again, and she had become a stunningly beautiful woman and a capable monk, and he had entered the Bodhi Temple and become a Buddhist disciple.

After today's separation, we may never meet again in this life. However, as long as she still has a glimmer of hope, it doesn't matter even if they never meet again in this life!

Now that his master has passed away, he needs to take over the position of abbot and will rarely leave Bodhi Temple again in his lifetime.

The love affairs in the world eventually become a thing of the past and dissipate like smoke.

The transparent soul stood in the distance, looking at the heartbroken man holding her, then carefully looked at the Buddhist disciple Jinghui who had noticed her, and finally took a look at the Floating Cloud Continent where she had lived for nearly a thousand years. Finally, before the soul dissipated, she decided to leave.

"Let's go, system..."

"Okay, host."

A new journey is about to begin...