Free Web NovelChapter 1285: Chapter 1279
Xin Lin had visited Monk Fengxi’s residence before, and after a few trips, she knew the way well. Plus, the Taichang Temple was not a heavily guarded palace, so she climbed right in.
The small courtyard was very quiet, with only some unknown insects chirping non-stop.
"Feng Xi, Feng Xi?"
Xin Lin called out twice in the courtyard.
Soon, the door of a side room opened, and Monk Fengxi appeared in a snow-white monk’s robe.
To sum up, Feng Xi and Xin Lin had met a few times, but the two got along quite harmoniously.
Upon seeing Xin Lin, Feng Xi joined his hands in salutation.
"Master Xin, it’s been a while."
"Feng Xi, good to see you. I came to visit you."
Xin Lin bounded a few steps to stand in front of Feng Xi.
Feng Xi glanced at Xin Lin, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Master Xin, your complexion looks good recently, and your cultivation has improved. Congratulations!"
"You can see that?"
Xin Lin touched her face. Her cultivation was not something ordinary people could see.
After all, her Five Meridians were unique; those bean sprouts along with two newly formed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Veins, even Long Qingxuan might not clearly discern her cultivation, but Monk Fengxi could see it at a glance?
"Forgive my impudence, but your aura has grown much thicker, and your eyes have become much more spirited. However, it’s late at night, and we are of different genders, Master Xin, what brings you to Feng Xi?"
Feng Xi asked with a smile.
He stood at the door; Xin Lin then noticed that although Monk Feng Xi looked tender-skinned, he was quite tall, blocking the doorway tightly.
This monk, could he guess she was here to ask for a favor?
Xin Lin blinked.
"I came to invite you to eat buns; I made a new flavor of vegetarian buns."
With that, she pulled out a paper-wrapped package like a magician, inside it held steaming buns.
Feng Xi could only smile helplessly at her words.
Who eats buns at such late hours?
However, Feng Xi had a good temper, generally not refusing people, especially when it was Xin Lin.
He thought for a moment, stepping aside halfway.
Xin Lin seized the opportunity and slipped inside.
Inside the side room, there was nothing but a meditation mat, an oil lamp, and a bamboo table with a sheet of white paper, a calligraphy brush, and an inkstone.
On the white paper, the word "Zen" was written.
Xin Lin casually tossed the paper-wrapped package to Feng Xi; Feng Xi had no choice but to unwrap it and brewed a pot of tea.
He turned around just in time to see Xin Lin holding up a pen, about to write beside the word "Zen."
"Master Xin, hold on."
Xin Lin glanced at Feng Xi.
"Feng Xi, are you afraid I’ll ruin your calligraphy?"
Feng Xi smiled wryly.
"Master Xin, this ink and paper are somewhat special, the character is what I wrote for someone, it’s for warding off disturbances at home. Recently, Landlord Zhou’s house in the outskirts is haunted, troubling him from sleeping well. He asked me to write a character to seek peace of mind."
At Taichang Temple, usually, they handled some blessings and religious rites.
However, there were some pilgrims who returned seeking true ink and calligraphy works.
Having cultivated to Feng Xi’s level, even ink and brush strokes are extraordinary.
This Landlord Zhou is an old pilgrim at Taichang Temple, often donating money for religious events. He had repeatedly begged Monk Fengxi for calligraphy, but Feng Xi always refused.
This time, when Landlord Zhou came again, Feng Xi was reluctant to go and feared he would be pursued, so he planned on writing a character to settle the matter.
"Your writing is nice, but hanging it for warding off disturbances is useless. Besides, Landlord Zhou’s house isn’t really haunted, so what’s the use of writing Zen?"
Xin Lin said, crumpling the paper into a ball and tossing it aside.
