Qing Hui left Yuan He's wing and was about to find Jin Ling and the others to return to the palace when suddenly bursts of thunder rang out in the sky.
Qing Hui was suddenly startled and his eyelids twitched.
Inexplicably, I remembered the thunderous thunder that split the sky and covered the earth in Lingzhou.
It’s already winter weather, how can there be thunder?
Could it be that something happened again?
She picked up her skirt, raised her legs and ran down the mountain.
She was very familiar with the road to Qiyue Temple. She did not take the main entrance, but went directly around the back mountain and quickly went down the mountain. As soon as she reached the foot of the mountain, hailstones the size of eggs began to fall in the sky.
It crashed down, and Qing Hui hurriedly hid under a thatched shed.
But this flimsy thatched hut could not withstand the hail that was like falling beads. It lasted less than half a quarter of an hour before it was on the verge of collapse.
Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, Qing Hui was about to grit her teeth and run out, when she saw a carriage speeding down the path in front of her.
The horse was hit by the hail and jumped a little bit out of control. The driver probably saw Qing Hua and stopped in front of her.
"Female donor, come up here and hide. Let's go to the front and find a place to hide. The horse won't be able to bear it anymore." The voice that spoke was clear and clear, like that of a young man.
Qing Hui covered his face and climbed up, only to see that he was actually a young monk. He looked about the same age as Song Yunting.
It turned out to be a monk.
"Thank you very much, little master. Just put me down somewhere in front where you can hide."
Qing Hui is a little demon who still has a little respect for gods and Buddhas.
Her father often brainwashed her, saying that those who were monks talked about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact they loved to accept little monsters like her who had no ability. They called them "duhua", but in fact they just roasted them and ate them.
And those Taoist priests who specialize in catching ghosts and collecting demons are not good people.
Qing Hui worshiped Yuan He, but he was not a Taoist priest.
What I learned was not the art of catching ghosts and collecting demons.
The master asked her if she wanted to learn the art of divination, and she was eager to try it.
The result is that she has no talent at all in this area.
I gave up after less than three days.
Even if you think about it, you can't become a Taoist priest.
Of course, it was true that she didn't like the monk. After all, Qi Wan was the so-called sacred monk from Mount Xumi who was invited to change her heart.
While driving the horse to continue running forward, Xiao Sengmi thoughtfully helped Qing Hui open the car curtain.
When I got into the green cypress tree, I was greeted by a blast of sandalwood scent.
Sitting in the carriage was a kind-hearted monk who looked like a god.
Apart from Lian Xueyin and her master Yuan He, she had never seen anyone with such an refined temperament and stunning appearance.
Still a monk.
Especially the red point between the eyebrows, it looks like there is a kind of divine compassion.
Qing Hui didn't understand the meaning of Zen in the past, but as soon as this monk sat here, he gave people the feeling of an enlightened monk.
But the monk had his eyes closed, and when she came in, he didn't even see his eyelids move.
He kept chasing a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Master." Qing Hui sat down on the side and looked around at the interior of the carriage. The decoration was quite simple. The monk was wearing white washed monk clothes and sitting cross-legged on a futon.
"Amitabha," the monk said in a deep, ethereal voice.
Qing Hui looked at him curiously.
But he never opened his eyes.
Could it be that he is a blind man?
Qing Hui thought so and didn't have the time to ask. They were just on the way anyway and she didn't want to get to know them.
Qing Hui was playing with the wet corner of his clothes when he suddenly heard the monk with his eyes closed say,
"Have you ever heard that the earth will quake with thunder in the winter? When war breaks out, plague will occur."