Lingting looked intently and saw a painting on the table. The brushstrokes were simple and scrawled, outlining the appearance of an old and ruined temple. It was almost exactly the same as what she had just said.
Especially the Buddha statues in the temple.
Because she was rummaging around the Buddha statue for rags, she was deeply impressed by it, and when describing it, she focused on the Buddha statue.
And the Buddha statue in this painting is exactly what she said.
Lingting asked in surprise: "Could it be that all the Buddha statues in temples look like this?"
Tuantuan said: "At least the ones I've seen are all different."
Due to differences in customs and culture, the gods and Buddhas worshiped and enshrined in various places are different. As far as Dayan is concerned, no two temples will have the same Buddha statues unless someone deliberately does so.
Lingting looked at it carefully: "Where did this painting come from? Is there any mystery?"
Tuantuan's eyes flashed: "This is the scene in my mother's dream."
Lingting showed a puzzled expression.
Tuantuan explained: "Not long after I came to Kyoto, my mother had nightmares frequently at night. I saw her drinking some soothing medicine, so I asked her about it. I asked an artist to draw it based on her dreams."
Every time Chu Qingwan woke up from a dream, he couldn't completely remember everything in his dream. He asked for ten days in a row before he could restore this picture.
Lingting suddenly realized: "So, on the same day five years ago, Master and King Qi were in the same ruined temple."
They nodded and curled their lips: "In other words, Uncle Mo is our biological father!"
Lingting connected all the clues one by one, checked all the details, and agreed: "It should be good."
Tuantuan happily put away the painting and urged her to take a bath, while he wanted to return to Prince Qi's Mansion with the good news and tell his younger brothers and sisters.
Chu Qingwan was still in the front hall. Seeing his brisk steps, she couldn't help but ask: "You are so happy, what good thing did Lingting tell you?"
Tuantuan thought for a while, but did not tell her the truth for the time being, and said mysteriously: "What a great thing!"
Chu Qingwan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh? What is it?"
Tuan Tuan remained silent, smiled and waved to her, then disappeared out the door in the blink of an eye.
Chu Qingwan was absent-mindedly thinking about Chu Qi and did not pursue him to ask.
Not long after, Lingting finished packing and came out and asked her: "Master, how are you thinking about it?"
Chu Qingwan showed no emotion on his face: "I can take action, but I won't go to the Chu Mansion for treatment. You tell them that if they want me to save him, they will send him to the place designated by me."
It is true that he does not want to get involved with the Chu family, but Chu Qi is not only the son of Chu Huaian and his wife, he is also the grandson of the old man.
Judging from the old man's attitude towards her, Chu Xiao and the three milk dumplings, it was clear that he cared deeply for his younger generations.
If Chu Qi died because of her rejection and asked the old man to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man, he might not be able to withstand such a blow at such an old age.
However, the people from the Chu family looked down upon her with cold looks every time they met her. She looked upset, so she would not choose to go to the house for treatment.
Lingting was not surprised by her decision: "Okay, I will convey Master's wishes later."
Chu Qingwan hummed a single note in reply and stood up to leave.
Lingting followed step by step: "Master, where are you going?"
Chu Qingwan pointed to the opposite side: "Prince Qi's Mansion."
Lingting smiled flatteringly: "Take me with you."
While there, her master's reputation spread far and wide, and countless young talents did not mind her having children and were vying to marry her, but she dismissed them all.
Lingting was very curious as to what kind of celestial figure King Qi was, who had plucked the moon five years ago.
Chu Qingwan was confused: "What are we taking you to do?"
Lingting said in a serious tone: "King Qi's leg, even the imperial doctor is helpless, but the master asserts that he can help him stand up. It is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo. The disciple wants to learn from a close distance to avoid losing the master's face in the future."
Chu Qingwan didn't believe a word he said and walked away.
Lingting hurriedly chased after her: "Master, believe me! I am really dedicated to learning and have absolutely no other thoughts... Ouch——"
Chu Qingwan suddenly stopped and she bumped into him without stopping. The two of them almost fell together.
Lingting rubbed her nose and pursed her lips pitifully: "Master..."
Chu Qingwan stared at her and thought of something for a moment, so he took her to Prince Qi's Mansion.