Xia Wenjin took it, suspiciously scrutinizing the box, then scrutinizing him: "Are you trying to bribe ?"
Mo Qingfeng rolled his eyes, his body half leaning, elbow on the ground, hand supporting his shiny head, rolling his eyes upwards at a forty-five-degree angle, and said, "You little girl, just because you are a person of fate, this old monk... cough cough, that’s why I’m giving you a big gift. If you put it that way, then it’s aningless."
Xia Wenjin opened it, a dicinal aroma wafted out, and inside was just a single pill.
She was surprised: "This is the big gift you ntioned?"
Mo Qingfeng almost jumped up, saying: "Don’t you know what’s good for you? Don’t you know your body is poisoned? This poison usually doesn’t affect anything, but once a year or so, it flares up, and when it flares up, you die. This pill can detoxify the poison in your body, and you don’t even thank ?"
Xia Wenjin raised an eyebrow. The last ti Huangfu Jingchen gave her such a pill, she didn’t think much of it, and as he said, nothing usually affected her, making her almost forget.
She shook her head and laughed: "I can’t accept a reward without any rit. You are so kind-hearted, I don’t believe it!"
Mo Qingfeng pursed his lips: "Believe it or not!"
Xia Wenjin pushed the small box back, laughing: "Is this why you predicted my early death?"
Mo Qingfeng rolled his eyes again: "What do you an I predicted your early death? You were destined to have an early death."
"Didn’t you say you didn’t inherit the Stargazing thod? Just spouting nonsense to scare people, is that okay?"
Mo Qingfeng really jumped up this ti, annoyed: "I didn’t inherit it because I couldn’t foresee five hundred years ahead, or behind, and couldn’t predict the rise and fall of empires, but with just a little phrenology and palmistry, can I be wrong?"
Xia Wenjin’s eyes turned slightly deeper, "So, I really will die young then?"
Mo Qingfeng glanced sideways at her: "Dying young isn’t all bad. Fifteen years later, won’t you be a little girl again?"
"Che!" Xia Wenjin didn’t argue with him, but instead laughed: "I thought you were predicting two early deaths in a row just to attract attention, turns out it’s not true."
"Aren’t you afraid?"
"If it’s truly destined, what’s the use of fear?" Xia Wenjin laughed.
Mo Qingfeng looked deeply at her, not knowing what he was thinking, but instead comforted her: "Actually, you don’t need to despair. Although your fate is such, you know, a person’s fate is not set in stone, and often there will be opportunities to change one’s destiny. If you seize them, your fate changes; if not, you follow the original path."
"Who said I was despairing?" Xia Wenjin laughed: "Life and death are dictated by fate, wealth and poverty are in the heavens, haven’t you heard that saying?"
Mo Qingfeng drawled, "I have heard it." He pointed to the small box: "Do you really not want this dicine?"
Xia Wenjin said: "Why would you give the antidote?"
"Monks are compassionate, seeing you poisoned, and having the dicine to cure you, of course, I’ll give it to you."
Xia Wenjin sneered: "You’re not a monk."
Mo Qingfeng probably also found this reason far-fetched, chuckled, scratched his head, and said: "You’re right, what if you’re really the person I’m looking for, so before asking my master, of course, I don’t want you to die."
"So that’s it!" Xia Wenjin took the small box in her hand, "Then thank you very much!"
Mo Qingfeng rolled his eyes again.
Xia Wenjin collected the small box, her eyes spun, and she curiously said: "How did you use so kind of hypnotic trick? Previously, I asked Master Ming Cheng, and he actually said your Buddhist Law is profound!"
Mo Qingfeng imdiately jumped as if insulted and angrily said: "What do you an hypnotic trick? Do you think it was easy for to pose as this monk? My master taught , whatever you do, you must excel at it, or you can’t succeed at anything. To truly act like a monk, I spent seven months without sleep, having thoroughly read, morized, and recited every Buddhist scripture in a temple. I tell you, even the Abbott of Bodhi Temple might not know more scriptures than I do!"
Xia Wenjin was surprised, then dubious. Seven months, morizing all the scriptures? She mocked, "Do you think there are only a hundred or so scriptures in the world?"
Mo Qingfeng shot her a sideways glance, looking at her as if she were an idiot: "Ignorant, are there only a hundred books in Bodhi Temple’s Scripture Pavilion?"
Xia Wenjin was shocked this ti and said: "You read the scriptures from Bodhi Temple?"
"What else?" Mo Qingfeng was pleased: "Otherwise, how could I make that old monk Ming Cheng admire ?"
Xia Wenjin said: "You must be bragging, Bodhi Temple’s Scripture Pavilion has at least ten thousand volus, seven months, even if you read every day, that’s forty-seven books a day, morizing forty-seven books a day, that’s an enormous claim." Normal books are hard enough to morize, let alone scriptures that are convoluted and difficult to read, let alone morize?
Mo Qingfeng scoffed: "Read thoroughly, morize, recite, three words! Also, look it up, photographic mory?"
Xia Wenjin: "..."
Seeing Mo Qingfeng’s proud deanor, she decided to drop the topic and said: "I thought about it all night, you must have a purpose in coming to Shian Temple. What is it?"
Mo Qingfeng still gave her a sidelong glance: "Are we that close?"
"Speak clearly!"
Mo Qingfeng snorted, and said: "I don’t know either. My master said, act according to my true heart. I wanted to co, so I did."
Xia Wenjin: "..."
Huangfu Jingchen saw Xia Wenjin going to see Kong Chan and decided to follow her instructions, returning to the ditation room to wait for her before discussing the next step.
However, as he walked back along the path to the ditation room, he was also noting his surroundings.
This Shian Temple had a strong incense aroma, nurous incense guests, and everything seed normal.
But the won he saw last night left a bad impression in his heart, even though today during the lottery session, listening to the Buddhist chants, the high monks behaved appropriately, and the incense guests were devoutly bowing. He still couldn’t shake off his suspicions.
On the way, he also encountered several little monks and young monks of the temple and occasionally stopped to talk with them, moving neither fast nor slow.
He gathered all the information he heard and saw in his mind and still didn’t find anything amiss, also questioning whether he was perhaps overthinking it?
As he was passing by the corridor and about to reach the ditation room where they were staying, a person walked toward him, stopping right in front of Huangfu Jingchen, blocking his path. It was the sa black-clad woman from under the tree before.
Huangfu Jingchen wasn’t interested and was about to go around her when she looked directly at him and said coldly, "What’s your na?"
Huangfu Jingchen raised his eyes slightly, frowning: "I don’t know you!"
The black-clad woman raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, showing a clear and beautiful smile, and said: "But I know you, and you owe a favor!"
Huangfu Jingchen said: "When did I owe you a favor?"
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