After spending the whole night passing letters to Ye Xiaochuan Feihe, it was almost dawn when Yun Qiyou practiced cross-legged and entered a state of concentration.
She didn't know how long she had been in meditation, but her ears suddenly twitched, and she suddenly opened her eyes, only to see a little nun skipping towards her carrying a basket.
Upon closer inspection, the little nun turned out to be the green shadow from Shuiyue Temple.
Seeing that it was Qingying, Yun Qiyou relaxed his guard.
Qingying waved to Yun Qiyou from afar and said, "Fairy Yun, I'm here to bring you a meal."
Qingying is really a little girl who keeps her word. When Yun Qiyou left Shuiyue Temple last night, she said she would bring food to Yun Qiyou today, and she actually came.
The vegetarian meal is very simple, but the cooking is exquisite. This little girl's cooking skills are extraordinary. Yun Qiyou feels that she can compete with Ye Xiaochuan. Green vegetables and radish seem to be ordinary vegetarian dishes, but after she cooks them, they have a unique flavor.
The steamed buckwheat noodles and steamed buns are good, Suigetsuan is not very far away, and the food is still steaming.
Yun Qiyou said thank you to Qingying and began to eat the vegetarian meal slowly. Qingying was a self-made cook. Yun Qiyou seldom spoke. She always chattered non-stop by herself.
Also ask about the world outside Yunqiyou Mountain.
Yun Qiyou said with some surprise: "You have never left Shuiyue Temple?"
Qingying said: "Of course I have left, but the farthest I have ever been is to a town outside Mount Wutai. I thought Master said there are bad people outside and wouldn't let me go outside to play."
Yun Qiyou nodded gently and said: "Yes, there are many bad people outside, and the world is very chaotic now. You should stay in Wutai Mountain to practice Zen and worship Buddha."
Qingying's mood seemed a little gloomy, and she seemed to want to go see the beautiful world outside.
She stopped talking when she was in a bad mood, and walked around the bodhi tree alone. After a few circles, the little girl's mood improved again, and she ran around chasing a butterfly, exactly like a little girl.
She doesn't have the ideological awareness that a nun who practices Buddhism with her hair should have at all.
After Yun Qiyou finished eating, he put all the dishes and chopsticks into the basket Qingying brought. At this time, Qingying finally caught the poor butterfly.
I saw the butterfly fluttering its wings in Qingying's palm, but it was still unable to fly. It kept fluttering in Qingying's palm, as if there was a mysterious force imprisoning it in Qingying's white little palm.
With Yun Qiyou's sharp eyesight, he could immediately see that this Qingying's cultivation level was probably not trivial.
I once again lamented the hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Mount Wutai.
Since coming to Wutai Mountain, she finally understood what it means to have a world outside the sky and a world outside the world.
Those masters of cultivation who are famous all over the world are not necessarily the best in the world.
Real masters do not like to compete for fame and fortune. They all like to be hermits, devote themselves to meditation and enlightenment, and live in mountains and islands all year round. Therefore, the power of casual practitioners in the world is extremely terrifying.
Qingying had a childish heart and played tricks on the butterfly for a while. After getting tired of playing with it, she let the butterfly fly. Just in time, Yun Qiyou had finished her meal and was jumping over.
Sitting cross-legged next to Yun Qiyou, blinking at Yun Qiyou with big bright eyes, she asked curiously: "Fairy Yun, how long do you plan to stay here?"
Yun Qiyou shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but besides here, I don't know where to go."
Qingying said: "You can go to Mr. Ye Xiaochuan. You are both the last of seven generations of enemies. You should stay together until you are old. Why are you the only one who comes to Mount Wutai? Where is Mr. Ye?"
Yun Qiyou said: "He went to southern Xinjiang to find a cave and will not return to Central Earth in a short time."
Qingying asked curiously: "Southern Xinjiang? Cave? Could it be that Mr. Ye is looking for the Wushan Jade Slip Cave?"
Yun Qiyou was startled, looked at Qingying in surprise, and said: "How do you know?" Qingying said with a smile: "There are two important places in the world, namely the swords in the northern Xinjiang and the jade slips in the southern Xinjiang. I heard
It is said that the catastrophe of the world is coming. The swords from Northern Xinjiang have been continuously transported to the battlefields of Middle-earth in the past two years. Now Mr. Ye is going to find some cave in Southern Xinjiang. I will naturally think about it.
It’s the Jade Slip Cave in Southern Xinjiang.”
Yun Qiyou said: "You know a lot, you know all the secrets of the world."
Qingying smiled and said: "I heard what Master Yi Nian said."
Yun Qiyou looked at Qingying. This little girl was wearing simple but patched monk clothes, but her aura could not be concealed.
Especially the huge snail-like seashell hanging around his waist makes this aura stand out from the inside out.
Seeing Yun Qiyou staring at the seashell on her waist, Qingying immediately became happy, just like a little girl showing off her toy to her friends.
She stretched out her hand to untie the seashell and said happily: "It's very beautiful. I like it the most. Listen, there is the sound of the waves of the sea."
She handed the seashell to Yun Qiyou and asked Yun Qiyou to put it to her ear.
Yun Qiyou smiled bitterly in her heart. She was very familiar with the sound of the sea. She had seen huge waves of tens to hundreds of feet countless times, and she had stayed in the Underworld Sea for a long time.
As for shells, there are even more. There are countless in the world, and many of them are as big as Qingying’s hand, and they are much more beautiful. There are not only pure white ones, but also colorful ones.
Seeing Qingying looking at him expectantly, in order not to disappoint the little girl, Yun Qiyou still stretched out his hand to see the shell, put the big mouth on his ear, and sure enough, he could hear the whirring sound.
This is not the sound of waves, but a tinnitus-like sound that is heard when human ears are blocked by the periphery.
Qingying said proudly: "It sounds great, it can not only hear the sound of the waves, it also has other uses."
Yun Qiyou handed her the sea shell and asked casually: "Oh, can you hear anything else?"
Unexpectedly, Qingying seemed to be even more proud. She danced and said: "This shell of mine can also play music. If you don't believe me, I will play it for you!" This shell is like a huge white snail, arranged in a spiral shape, twisting and turning.
One end is very thin, and the other end is similar to a trumpet. As long as you cut a small opening in the very thin section and install a thin air whistle, you can actually blow a whine sound, but without a flute, the suona type can be transformed into a whistle.
Change a lot of tones.
Yun Qiyou had seen in the South China Sea that many fishermen had musical instruments made of large shells hung around their waists. They were mainly used to transmit sound at sea. What they blew out was a kind of long and short sound, which could not form a beautiful rhythm. Sure enough,
, Qingying put the big shell to her mouth, puffed up her cheeks and blew into it. The sound it made was very deep, Qingying's face turned red from suppressing it, but the sound was not much louder than a fart, which made Yun Qiyou want to laugh but
I didn't dare to laugh, I felt like I could see a bit of Ye Xiaochuan in this little girl.
