Qing Hui left Yuan He's wing and was about to find Jin Ling and the others to return to the palace, when bursts of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
Qing Hui was suddenly startled and his eyelids jumped.
Inexplicably, I am reminded of the 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.
The sound came crashing down, and Qing Hui hurriedly hid under a thatched shed.
But this flimsy thatched shed couldn't withstand the hail that was like falling beads. It lasted less than half a quarter of an hour before it was crumbling.
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 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 so much, little master. Just go to the front and put me down where you can hide."
Qing Hua 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" in the euphemistic name, 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 Hua worships Yuan He, but he is not a Taoist priest.
What I learned is 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 is true that she doesn't like the monk. After all, Qi Wan is 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 Hu open the car curtain.
When I got into the green cypress, I was greeted by a blast of sandalwood.
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 the monk sat here, he gave people the feeling of an enlightened monk.
It's just that the monk had his eyes closed, and when she came in, he didn't even see his eyelids move.
He keeps 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 washed white monk clothes and sitting cross-legged on a futon.
"Amitabha," the monk's voice was ethereal and low.
Qing Hu looked at him curiously.
But I saw that 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. It was just a stop by and she didn't want to get to know them.
Qing Hua played with the wet corner of his clothes, and suddenly heard the monk who had closed his eyes say,
"Have you ever heard, donor, that thunder in the sky will cause the earth to tremble. When war breaks out, plague will occur."
Chapter completed!