Free Web NovelChapter 1290: Chapter 1284
Looking at the seven-colored Buddhist beads, Xin Lin couldn’t help but sigh again.
Oh well, when Monk Fengxi returns, she’ll honestly confess.
Looking at the sky, the third watch had already passed.
Monk Fengxi hadn’t returned yet.
"Feng Xi hasn’t run into trouble, has he?"
Xin Lin was a bit worried.
She thought about it, and following the old path, she climbed over the wall of Taichang Temple again.
After leaving Taichang Temple, Xin Lin turned back.
She looked at the rack on the desk with the seven-colored Buddhist beads, tucked them into her bosom, and climbed out again.
After leaving Taichang Temple, Xin Lin made an instantaneous movement to a main road in the city.
Coming back from the Imperial Palace, this was the path she had to take.
At this hour, even the once-bustling Taoyao Pavilion was closed, only the voice of the night watchman occasionally floated from distant alleys.
Although Feng Xi didn’t guarantee he could persuade the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship, Xin Lin had quite a bit of confidence in him. Things Feng Xi promised were always accomplished.
Xin Lin waited for a moment.
Then she heard the sound of a carriage from afar.
It’s returning, Xin Lin rejoiced.
But just as she thought the carriage would arrive soon, it suddenly fell silent.
"What’s going on?"
Xin Lin was slightly taken aback.
She looked ahead, but there was no sign of a carriage, and more than that, a damp mist rose over the avenue.
Mist...
Xin Lin’s brow furrowed slightly.
This mist seemed familiar.
Her eyes deepened.
This mist was the Enchanting...
Someone was ambushing the carriage.
Xin Lin realized something; it looked like Shi Fei and the others were in trouble.
Xin Lin looked forward, the carriage seemed to have vanished, carried away by the Mist of Enchantment to who knows where.
The mist was cold and damp, and being within it, Xin Lin soon became entirely chilled.
"Stay calm, Feng Xi is certainly with the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship, and Shi Fei won’t be in trouble either."
Xin Lin didn’t know if the attackers were people of the Empress Feng or Long Qingxuan.
The fact that there was an ambush proved that Feng Xi must have successfully convinced the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship, who in turn convinced Emperor Longteng.
"Feng Xi, you absolutely mustn’t be in trouble."
Xin Lin softly prayed.
The intruders were not just ordinary troublemakers, very troublesome indeed.
This mist formed by the Enchanting Curse was far more potent than Xin Lin’s.
Evidently, the opponent’s strength was much greater than Xin Lin’s.
The mist made the street look almost identical everywhere, and Xin Lin looked around; every alley seemed pretty much the same.
The carriage had turned into an unknown alley.
As Xin Lin was searching without results, the string of Buddha beads in her bosom suddenly moved.
Surprised, Xin Lin took out the beads.
Only now did she see that the beads were emanating a glow of red light.
"Are you trying to guide me? Can you find Feng Xi?"
The red light flickered again on the beads.
Xin Lin was delighted, it seemed these Buddhist beads were indeed spirited.
She had heard stories that treasures, once they were with their owner for a long time, could become spiritual.
Xin Lin held the beads and started to navigate through the alleys.
Meanwhile, a carriage quietly ceased to move at a three-way intersection.
Originally, there was only one passage here, but with the appearance of the mist, two more paths suddenly emerged.
Inside the carriage sat Shi Fei.
In front of the carriage, Feng Xi pondered while looking forward at the appearing mist and the two sudden forked paths.
The path back to Taichang Temple had been altered; this fog was unusual.
"Master Fengxi, have we arrived at Taichang Temple?"
Shi Fei heard the carriage had stopped and thought they had arrived at Taichang Temple, she was about to lift the curtain.
~ Feng Xi, who was trapped, floated by, reminding benefactors of all sizes to make offerings of a monthly ticket and recommendation tickets ~
