My Lady Always Lacks Ambition
Chapter 148 - 147: The Unique Way Your Temple Sends Messages

Chapter 148: Chapter 147: The Unique Way Your Temple Sends Messages

Qingping Temple had just opened its doors to welcome believers when two distinguished guests arrived first.

After respectfully offering a stick of incense to the Grandmaster, Qi Qian then turned to the middle-aged Daoist by his side and asked, "Daoist Qingyuan, may I inquire if Master Chi Yuan is present?"

Daoist Qingyuan clasped his hands and bowed deeply, replying warmly, "Good people are truly kind, but it is unfortunate that our temple master is currently traveling."

Qi Qian continued, "It does not matter if the temple master is absent. In fact, we have come seeking medical help. Could you please introduce us to Master Buqiu?"

Daoist Qingyuan looked towards Yu Changkong, who still stood impassively in front of the Grandmaster. His eyes never shifted their gaze, only his eyelids twitched occasionally as if he couldn’t focus properly.

Remembering his entrance into the hall, always having a servant lightly supporting his arm, it was clear he suffered from an eye condition.

However, compared to his eye condition, this man’s visage was truly sorrowful. Though born of nobility, his parents had both passed away, and his demise appeared unnatural. Moreover, his aura intertwined with conflicting elements of good and evil, vastly complex.

Daoist Qingyuan glanced again at Qi Qian’s official parents, lowered his eyelids, and internally muttered, "Does the close proximity to ink turn one stationary?"

People who are blind often have heightened senses, feeling Daoist Qingyuan’s scrutiny, Yu Changkong turned his head, his features soft yet stark.

"Daoist, we have come from afar, sincerely seeking medical help. Please introduce us," Uncle Qian stepped forward, clasped his hands towards Daoist Qingyuan, his face earnest, saying, "If Master Buqiu can cure our family head’s eye ailment, we are willing to commission a golden statue for the Grandmaster."

Daoist Qingyuan’s eyes lit up: a golden statue?

He looked at the Grandmaster, and it seemed as if the old master’s mouth had even curved into a smile. Look at the incense burner, the incense is burning faster, could it be excitement?

He diverted his gaze, cleared his throat, and said, "Blessings to the Infinite, Master Buqiu...sister is currently in cultivation, and I am not sure when she will emerge, I dare not decide for her. Perhaps the good people here would rest at our guesthouse while I send a message to inquire?"

Qi Qian: "She’s not in the temple?"

"That’s correct."

"Sending a message would be too slow. Why doesn’t Daoist Qingyuan tell us where she is, and I will send someone to fetch her quickly?" suggested Qi Qian.

Daoist Qingyuan smiled, "It won’t be slow."

Right there, he pulled out a piece of yellow paper, wrote a few words on it, then folded it into a paper crane. Chanting a spell and forming a mantra with his fingers, the paper crane suddenly flapped and moved, circled around the life-sized statue of the Grandmaster, and flew out before everyone’s eyes.

"Alive, is it alive?" Sifang stammered in astonishment, "Master, a paper crane flew out alive."

My goodness, this was too astonishing. It was clearly just a piece of folded paper, but the Daoist uttered some spell, and right before their very eyes, it came to life and flew away!

Qi Qian and the others felt as if they had opened a door to amazement. This was too mystical.

Seeing the admiration and awe in everyone’s eyes, Daoist Qingyuan felt a bit proud. He had shown this skill to attract more believers to the temple for the sake of incense faith.

Uncle Qian, with a solemn expression, clasped his hands towards Daoist Qingyuan, "Daoist, your magic skills are profound."

And this is not even the temple master, so how profound must the magic skills of Qingping Temple master and Master Buqiu be?

He suddenly felt a glimmer of hope; many years ago, that high monk Hui Yun who had attained Dao had predicted a turnaround with the young master’s eye condition at the age of twenty. Could this be the place?

Daoist Qingyuan modestly shook his head, "It’s just a minor magic skill. It took me a long time to learn even this much."

Unlike someone abnormal, who was naturally talented, so much so that the temple master often scolded him by pulling his ears, saying, ’Look at her, then look at you, are you learning nonsense?’

Woohoo, could he even compare to an abnormal person?

Certainly not!

Thinking back to those years when he was utterly outclassed in his studies and training by that abnormal person, Daoist Qingyuan felt like weeping a bucket of bitter tears.

"Is this enough? Will Master Buqiu really receive it?"

"Just wait, there will soon be a response," smiled Daoist Qingyuan. "Shall we move to the guesthouse to wait?"

A golden statue, the Grandmaster had heard it too—she wouldn’t hesitate, otherwise the Grandmaster might get upset.

Qin Liuxi had sneezed several times early this morning, causing Qi Huang to chase after her, draping her in a cloak and insisting on taking her pulse.

"Don’t fuss, I’m not chilled." Qin Liuxi waved her hand, as if sensing something, and pushed open the window. A paper crane landed on the windowsill. She picked it up and unfolded it.

Someone is seeking medical help, promising to construct a golden statue of the Grandmaster, come quickly.

This is a message from Qing Yuan.

Constructing a golden statue, that’s a grand gesture!

Before Qin Liuxi’s eyes appeared a golden statue of life-size proportion, glittering. Ow, her eyes hurt, dazzled.

"Ask Brother Cheng to prepare the carriage, to the Daoist Temple."

Qi Huang gave an "Ah": "Now?"

"Yep, now. The Grandmaster must be getting anxious!" Qin Liuxi took another piece of yellow paper, cut a small paper figure, and wrote two words on it.

Wait.

The paper figure was crudely cut, its head even had a broom-like haircut, and with a pen, she dotted two eyes. Then, chanting a spell, her slender fingers began to maneuver the mantra, touching the little paper person.

That paper figure, which was lying flat on the table, suddenly stood up and even bowed to Qin Liuxi, turning around.

"Off you go." Qin Liuxi flicked its broom-like head.

The little paper figure hopped off the table, looking back three steps at a time, and soon disappeared out the door.

Qingping Temple.

Qing Yuan brought Qi Qian and others some mountain tea and vegetarian snacks, explaining, "These were made with the help of cooks from the village below the mountain. The taste is passable."

Uncle Qian asked, "It seems like there are not many Daoists in your temple."

"Actually, our Qingping Temple only reopened ten years ago; it was abandoned before that. As for people, besides the temple master, there’s Master Buqiu, then me, two little Taoists, and an old Taoist who hangs a shingle for divination. Indeed, not many Daoists, and we are still recruiting. However, we do have a few laymen, but they are not ordinarily in the temple."

"I see."

Sifang placed the tea and snacks in front of Yu Changkong, saying, "Young Master, these buns are quite good, you should try some."

"Alright."

Qi Qian was somewhat impatient, asking, "Do you know when Master Buqiu will reply?"

"It should be soon," Qing Yuan said with a smile. Just as he finished speaking, his brows lifted, "Here it comes."

Everyone instantly looked up, "Where is it coming from?"

There was no sight of that paper crane.

Just as Yu Changkong took a bite of the bun, he suddenly stiffened.

His hand swept towards his leg, touched something, his hand numbed and he shrank back, his whole body froze, "What the hell is this thing!"

Everyone looked over.

Thud.

The bun in Sifang’s hand dropped onto the table.

On the leg of Yu Changkong, dressed in black silk pants, a little paper figure was clinging to his pant leg, grunting as it climbed upwards, its broom-like head swinging.

It’s such an effort to climb, and he even swept me off, oh!

"That’s the reply from Brother Buqiu," Qing Yuan pointed at the little paper figure and explained with a laugh.

Uncle Qian chuckled awkwardly, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and dryly said, "This method of delivering messages in your temple is quite unique."

If someone had told him before that paper figures could move, he would have spat in their face, but now...

Indeed, live long enough and you’ll see everything!