Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Zhao Qing did not stay in the Sutra Pavilion for too long.

After chatting with his aunt about the recent situation in the temple, he accompanied Si He out of the Sutra Pavilion, leaving Qinghuan alone with her biological mother.

Daoxin is not in the temple at the moment, but his vast soul must be able to sense every move here.

However, Zhao Qing didn't care too much about it. Apart from the secret of the panel, there was nothing else that was inconvenient to mention.

Besides, Dao Xin had been instructed by the Blood Robe Tower Master. Even if he knew he was carrying a fragment of the Heavenly Dao, he wouldn't necessarily take any action...

He was now somewhat curious about Li Qingci's affairs.

Let a mortal woman use the immortal treasure, that unknown spiritual tea should be something from the Bodhi lineage.

Among the various veins in Yujing, exchanging them would require considerable contributions.

But the temple is full of orphans and disabled people who have been taken in by Daoxuan over the years. People like Qingci who have received special care may not be isolated cases.

Zhao Qing and Si He kept communicating with each other as they strolled around the temple, intending to learn more about the situation in this ancient temple, just as a tour.

……

In the scripture hall deep in the temple, only a mother and daughter were left.

The beautiful woman casually leaned against the bookshelf, picked up a scripture and flipped through it. It wasn't that she was obsessed with Zen, but she had simply stayed in the scripture pavilion for too long...

Normally I can't do anything except pick up a few scriptures, write and draw, and help keep accounts for the temple. I can get into it after a while.

The broken faceless statue stood there, its head reaching the dome, as if looking down at the two of them.

"Why don't I see those two women?" the beautiful woman asked softly.

Gu Qinghuan carefully arranged the bookshelves to make the scripture pavilion look more tidy.

She smiled and said, "Shuyue and Xiaoyi are both in Songshan and didn't come with us."

That's it...

Li Qingci unconsciously flipped through the withered book, raising an eyebrow: "That Si He, is she his new woman?"

Hearing this, Qinghuan was speechless.

After a moment's thought, she replied, "No."

"When Xiaoyi and I were training in Dan County, we were disciples of the Dancao Workshop. Master Shuyue and Sihe were training in the Zaofang."

"We have known each other for nearly ten years."

The woman nodded slightly, and then became worried about Zhao Qing's family affairs. After all, Qinghuan was the only thing she was worried about.

"So, you are the fourth child in the family?"

Qing Huan put down what he was doing, leaned over to the beautiful woman, climbed onto her shoulder and whispered, "My master was worried that I was too worried, so he brought me back."

Li Qingci closed his eyes slightly. It seemed that Qinghuan was not suffering too much at home...

She laughed and scolded: "If they don't take you back, why don't you come back on your own?"

Gu Qinghuan looked into her sister's eyes quietly, and after a long moment she chuckled, "You look younger."

She took out a bronze mirror from her spirit ring and placed it in front of the two of them to reflect themselves. After briefly examining the person in the mirror with her phoenix eyes, she revealed a rare expression of a sweet and innocent girl: "Isn't this because I'm back?"

"I will stay in the temple with you this time. Let the master go back to Songshan first."

Li Qingci looked at his daughter in surprise: "Hey!?"

"Gu Qinghuan."

She looked up with disdain and called out, then looked at her sister in the mirror and asked, "What's wrong? Have you changed your gender?"

"You're not going to be someone's dog anymore?"

Qing Huan picked up the bronze mirror with a smile and held it in front of the beautiful woman's face, allowing her to take a closer look at her appearance.

"I've never asked for anything from my master. This time I'm back and I'm staying a little longer so he won't worry about me."

The beautiful woman snorted softly and said nothing.

She took the bronze mirror and tilted her head slightly to reflect the image. Qing Huan's bronze mirror was much clearer than the iron lump in the temple...

After a long while, Li Qingci smiled foolishly at the mirror and said, "If I go back to the teahouse now, how many men will line up to torment me?"

"Sister, with your plump and lazy face, I'm afraid you will be tortured to death by a man." Qinghuan pressed her sister's shoulders and neck and said lightly.

After hearing her daughter's rebellious words, the beautiful woman seemed even more delighted.

There is no woman who doesn't want to be younger and tighter, especially since she has been a prostitute in the county for half her life.

She just thought Qinghuan's words were just a way to cheer herself up.

Li Qingci had previously refused the Zhuyan Pill because he was worried that Qinghuan would suffer at home if he took Zhao Qing's things...

She glanced sideways at her daughter, who was only thirteen years younger than her, and sighed with a smile, "It's a pity that the bald man in the temple doesn't have that ability."

"What do you think if I find you another father?"

Qing Huan's phoenix eyes fluttered, knowing that he was joking, and she also replied with a smile: "Sister, it's still easy to marry."

"Pooh!"

"Don't disgust me. Stay here for two days and then get out of here. Since I'm spoiling you, just stay here and keep me company."

"I'm staying in the temple. I'm not going anywhere."

Gu Qinghuan turned around and went to help her sister tidy up the small bedroom. As she did so, she said, "Those scriptures seem quite interesting. You can take a look at them when you have some free time."

Knowing that the abbot of the temple was a well-traveled person and had taken good care of her sister, Qing Huan no longer mentioned asking her to practice cultivation, nor did she leave any elixirs.

So as not to disrupt Dao Xin's arrangements.

The precious spiritual tea of ​​the Bodhi lineage is far more valuable than ordinary elixirs and skills. Although I don’t know what use it has for mortals to drink, it is definitely not arranged randomly.

The beautiful woman rushed into the bedroom and slapped her sister on the butt.

"I can watch whatever I want, but you're the one who's meddling in my affairs!"

Qing Huan chuckled: "Then don't watch it."

"Humph!"

"That tea is not ordinary, right?" Li Qingci asked suddenly, which startled Qinghuan.

She considered her words carefully: "It's a medicinal herb that can be used to make pills."

"is it?"

The beautiful woman asked, then added, "When I was boiling water this morning, I ran into Xiao Huiguang. He said you guys went to see the abbot first."

"What are you three monks doing with that old donkey?"

"He's also a cultivator, right?"

In an instant, a flash of enlightenment appeared in Gu Qinghuan's eyes.

There is actually such a thing... My sister knew I was coming a long time ago.

Then why did the sister call Huiguang first when she knocked on the door just now?

Gu Qinghuan: ...

She instantly understood that her sister had tricked her.

Li Qingci smiled and pressed her onto the small couch, then used it as a cushion to gently lean on, saying lightly, "Still want to fool me? Didn't I teach you how to weigh yourself?"

The beautiful woman was silent for a moment, then continued, "I've always felt something was wrong with that bitter tea. I always have a burning sensation in my heart."

"After drinking, I always want to rest quietly for a while, thinking about the men over the years, thinking about your dead father, and thinking about the flood in Jiaoping County that year."

"Qing Huan..."

"If I had just left you behind, would you have been better off?"

She leaned over and brushed Qinghuan's hair, then took out a withered booklet from under the pillow.

"It is written in the book that all appearances are false."

"I asked Lao Lu, who was kind enough to say that all kinds of suffering are self-torture. Without moral principles, the lowliness of prostitutes wouldn't exist."

"If there were no worldly desires, there would be no difference between life and death. Living beings fear death only because they still have a lingering attachment to the world."

"If one can find the true self, all the past will be but half a dream..."

Gu Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly. He looked at the scroll in the beautiful woman's hand and was silent for a long time before he spoke softly, "I don't understand either."

The beautiful woman smiled wistfully.

“I’ve read a lot of these books.”

"Some of it makes sense, some of it is nonsense..."

“Seeing all appearances as non-appearances, leaving behind the illusions of the mundane world, exhausting the world’s Tiantai realm.”

"When all the shadows are stripped away, the sun returns. Beneath the exquisite rock, the Saha world breaks apart into red dust and sand."

"Hui Guang often came to accompany me and told me that everything is empty, illusory, and mindful."

Li Qingci looked at his daughter and shook his head slowly.

"I understand all this."

"I never thought prostitutes were lowly, nor did I fear life or death..."

"I'm relieved that you've found a home."

"I'll just treat this half of my life as a nightmare. I don't care about ethics, life and death, greed anymore."

The woman was stunned and said, "But..."

"But I'm completely devoted to him. I'm willing to bear a child for him even though I can't afford to eat. Why would he leave?"

"Gu Qinghuan, do you think it's because I committed too many sins in my previous life?"

She pinched Qing Huan's neck fiercely and said quietly, "You little bitch, you have a good man."

The woman's beautiful face gradually turned red, but she stared at her sister motionlessly.

Although my sister rarely mentions the man named Gu, it is a lifelong knot in her heart.

If she really didn't care, she might have drowned in the flood in Jiaoping County long ago.

After an unknown amount of time, the beautiful woman let go of her hand and quietly looked at Qinghuan, whose face was blushing.

"Just follow Zhao Qing and don't come to see me."

"I am a whore who has been bullied. I am not worthy of being your mother."

"A few years ago, I thought that when you found a man, I would marry you and follow you. Even if no one wanted you, I would still be there."

She laughed in surprise: "But if I wash it every day, my body will no longer be clean..."

The faceless statue stands there, his Zen robes fluttering, and the autumn wind rolls up the scriptures.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes were sparkling as he leaned silently in the woman's arms.

……

At the hour of Si, the sun shines brightly.

The wooden door of the White Horse Temple was open, and pilgrims came to Heyang Mountain one after another and went to the main hall to offer incense and worship Buddha.

Wisps of smoke drifted away and the sound of bells echoed endlessly.

Zhao Qing and Si He walked side by side, and for a moment they forgot Dao Xin's cultivation strength, and just thought that this was just an ordinary ancient temple.

An old man stood silently in front of the main hall, watching the figures kneeling before the statue.

Some people chanted scriptures in a low voice, while others kowtowed in silence.

Benedict.

Benedict.

Benedict.

The young monks slowly beat the wooden fish...

Zhao Qing stood not far away, watching the scene in the hall, and could vaguely hear the pilgrims' pleading and whispering.

Si He's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, revealing her thoughts.

"This abbot named Chengyuan is also practicing the path of Bodhi."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly and remained silent.

In the White Horse Temple, Li Qingci was not the only one who received the care of Daoxin.

There were already three people who were noticed by the two of them alone.

The rosary in the hand of the young novice monk Hui Guang is condensed from the incense of Shintoism, not the incense from the White Horse Temple, but the incense of the Bodhi walker himself.

The temple's abbot, Chengyuan, was an outsider, listening to the world's sorrow and coldness in front of the main hall.

Si He believes that this is also a unique way to cultivate the mind.

However, when they learned about Huiguang's life experience, they discovered something more subtle.

The pilgrims outside the temple happened to be talking to each other, and someone recognized the busy young monk Hui Guang.

The little guy was originally a nobleman from Zhuling County, Tianshui Commandery.

He is the grandson of the county magistrate.

However, when he was just seven years old, his family suffered a misfortune.

It wasn't complicated. A group of prisoners worked together to break out of the county jail, slaughtered all the men in the county magistrate's family, and humiliated and killed all the women...

The only child left was castrated by the death row prisoner and thrown into a brothel to be humiliated.

The magistrate of Zhuling County and his entire family, including twenty-six servants, were wiped out.

This caused a huge sensation at the time, and everyone in Tianshui County knew about it. Some people even made a special trip to the brothel to see the freak.

Later, the abbot of the White Horse Temple learned about this, and there was a little novice monk on Heyang Mountain.

Si He said softly, "He wiped out Miao Jian's sect and continued Hui Guang's half-lineage..."

Zhao Qing remained silent.

He vaguely realized that most of the people who were taken care of by Dao Xin were in a miserable state.

Rather than passing on the opportunity to become an immortal, it would be more accurate to say that it gave Huiguang some compensation on behalf of worldly principles and laws.

The Bodhi lineage traveled the world seven hundred years ago.

A deserted temple deep in Heyang Mountain.

A thirteen-year-old girl who struggled to survive with her younger sister in the flood in Jiaoping County.

The magistrate of Zhuling County and his family were left half-dead after being wantonly bullied.

As for the old host Chengyuan's life experience, no one mentioned it and they had no way of knowing.

But I don’t want to listen to it anymore.

Si He tilted her beautiful eyes slightly: "This incarnation of incense has become much weaker after leaving the White Horse Temple. It will dissipate directly after leaving Heyang Mountain."

Zhao Qing whispered, "Are you planning to stay here?"

The white-haired woman nodded slightly. "I asked the old man for a room. It's a good opportunity to see what he's been doing and learn some secrets I didn't know before."

Zhao Qing understood the situation and said slowly, "It's a good opportunity for Qinghuan to stay in the Sutra Pavilion for a few days. I will then take her back to Songshan."

It would be better for Si He to stay here, as he is just an incarnation of incense and can learn a lot from Dao Xin.

The woman chuckled: "I will guard Qinghuan's mother for her, and let Qinghuan go to Shouyun Mountain to accompany me in the future."

There was a rustling sound of chaotic footsteps outside the temple.

The monks who had gone down the mountain to distribute porridge had returned. Two by two, they carried large wooden barrels on their shoulders and filed in through the temple gate to prepare the lunch.

The old monk with a calm expression walked at the end, his turbid eyes swept towards Zhao Qing and the others, and he walked slowly towards them.

Dao Xin clasped his hands together, leaned forward, and whispered, "Senior."

Zhao Qing consciously stepped aside. At his age, he was not worthy of such a gift.

Si He nodded gently and said with a smile: "With so many people, can you save them all?"

Dao Xin was slightly startled: "The old monk saved himself."

The white-haired woman seemed to be lost in thought, her beautiful eyes scanning the pilgrims coming and going.

"Is it okay to borrow the incense offerings your temple has accumulated over the years?"

The old monk shook his head and sighed, "Senior, please do as you please. These incense sticks are of little use to my practice."

"I will prepare a meditation room for you, senior. I will decorate it a little bit after Qingci calls the craftsmen."

Si He was silent for a moment.

Suddenly asked: "Do you have spirit stones?"

Daoxin:......

The old monk looked at the white-haired fairy who was as ethereal as a god in front of him, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Si He smiled and said, "I will teach you some of the secret techniques of the Shanhai Realm. It will be beneficial for you to learn by analogy."

Dao Xin pondered for a moment, then looked down at his cloth shoes. "If you have any questions about this world, I will be happy to answer them."

"it is good!"

Si He stretched out her hand and said, "I'll lend you some money and pay you back later."

She naturally wouldn't mistake the guy in front of her for an old man, and the letter's appearance was just to cover up some abnormalities...

Dao Xin looked puzzled and glanced at Zhao Qing.

"One million spirit stones?"

Si He raised her beautiful eyes: "Top grade?"