"You can bake it yourself, I have something else to do." Ling Chuxi casually threw him a hare that had been washed, peeled and stored in a space ring.
Ling Chuxi understood very well this newbie foodie who had never eaten anything decent in her life and couldn't hold back her mouth as soon as the fish smelled like meat.
"Where are you going?" Qi Tian asked after taking the hare.
"Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." Ling Chuxi replied.
"Zangjing Pavilion, the Great Transformation Heart Sutra is too mysterious for me to understand at all. I also want to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see the cultivation experience of the predecessors, and first improve my cultivation to the senior level." Qitian looked at his hand.
The hare on the bed touched his belly and said hesitantly.
"If you want to go, you can go by yourself. I'll go first." Ling Chuxi asked as she walked. She had already found a way to save Qing Jue and Yi Chen, but she didn't want to waste time having a barbecue with him.
"Wait for me, let's go together." Qi Tian quickly caught up.
"What, you're not hungry anymore, no barbecue?" Ling Chuxi asked, somewhat appreciating the self-control of this new foodie.
"I'll bake it quietly in the Sutra Pavilion later when no one is around," Qi Tian said.
Ling Chuxi broke out in a cold sweat. She really overestimated the self-control of this foodie. You can just hide in the yard and bake. There are only three people in the Zen Heart Hall anyway, so you are not afraid of being seen by outsiders. You actually want to go to the Sutra Pavilion.
If you roast it, you won’t be afraid of being beaten to death!
After leaving the courtyard, I happened to meet the outer disciples who guarded the mountain gate yesterday. They had just returned from a shift change with other disciples. When they heard that Ling Chuxi and the others were going to the Scripture Deposit Pavilion, they enthusiastically led them to the Scripture Deposit Pavilion.
"Qi Jun, you just came back from your shift. Why don't you go back to practice and go to the Sutra Pavilion?" A disciple guarding the Sutra Pavilion asked the outer disciple very familiarly.
"Senior Brother Zhou, these two senior brothers want to come to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion to see the cultivation methods left by their predecessors. I brought them here specially." Qi Jun replied.
"Senior brother? Are they the newly recruited outer disciples of some elder? Why haven't I heard of it? And you don't know the rules of this Sutra Pavilion. It's only open for one month every year. It's not the time yet.
Why did you bring them here? Go back and come back in half a year." Senior Brother Zhou waved his hand and said.
"Senior Brother Zhou, they are not outer disciples, but disciples that Elder Qiu just accepted at the Dao Discussion Conference." Qi Jun said.
"What, what are you talking about? Why didn't you say it earlier!" Senior Brother Zhou trembled with fright, and said to Ling Chuxi and Ling Chuxi with smiles on their faces, "Brothers, don't be offended, I... I don't know you.
You are a disciple of Elder Qiu. If you want to come to the Sutra Pavilion to say hello in the future, you can just come and pick you two up in person. Come on, come on, I will take you in right away."
Ling Chuxi didn't expect that Senior Brother Zhou would be so frightened this week. Speaking of it, he should be an inner disciple to be sent to guard the Sutra Pavilion. But when he heard the name of Elder Qiu, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
Not so neat anymore. It seems that my master's reputation, oh no, notoriety, in the Xuan Chan Master's Palace is really not small.
"No need to worry about Senior Brother Zhou, we can just go by ourselves." After all, they were all from the same sect. Ling Chuxi didn't want to be said to be a fox pretending to be a tiger, so she smiled politely at Senior Brother Zhou, and then entered the Scripture Collection Pavilion herself.
Senior Brother Zhou's complaining voice came from behind: "Qi Jun, why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had angered Elder Qiu by driving them away on impulse, wouldn't I be beaten?"