Outside the wide-open carved window lattice is a clear lake. On the lake are scattered green round lotus leaves and several white water lilies that are about to bloom.
Inside the carved window lattice is a dark brown wooden table. The wood has clear texture and smooth surface, which can almost illuminate people.
On the wooden table is a small black bowl. The bowl is filled with clear water. On the water is a snow-white water lily, and under the water lily lies a lotus leaf.
It echoes the lake light and lotus scenery outside the window, which is very elegant and exquisite.
In addition to the small black bowls, there are also two snow-white enamel tea cups on the wooden table, painted with elegant pear branches, with many pear blossoms in bloom, showing a light yellow and dots of green.
On both sides of the wooden case, a figure sat.
"Almsgiver Chu, I wonder what the relationship is like between our ancestors and the founder of our sect? Why did you come here today?" Master Jingshui smiled warmly and sat behind the wooden desk, with his back straight and his hands naturally placed on the table. In front of him, he slowly turned the rosary beads.
Lingchu looked very calm and said with a smile, "My ancestors and the founder of your sect were close friends of life and death. I came here today to fulfill my ancestor's last wish."
"Last wish?" Master Qingshui's eyes flashed. Looking at the donor Chu in front of him, he was not very old. He could still know the ancestor's last wish. Either it was passed down from generation to generation, or his ancestor was also a Nascent Soul. monk.
It's just that the ancestor has died for so many years, so what's the point of finding him now?
Master Qingshui lowered his eyes and smiled, twisting the round beads on his fingertips one after another, making a subtle clicking sound, which was very soothing and regular, and made people feel calm after hearing it.
"I wonder what the benefactor's ancestors have left behind? The ancestors have fallen away a long time ago, and they have not left any relics of their legacy. As time goes by, I am afraid that the benefactor will return empty-handed." Master Qingshui raised his eyes again, and the look in his eyes returned to its original state. The calmness and gentleness.
This is telling Lingchu that there are no treasures left by the founder of the sect in Wuwangzhai, and there are no opportunities worthy of her efforts to find. It would be a pity if Lingchu came to deceive people. .
However, Lingchu didn't ask for treasures or opportunities, he just came to ask for an answer.
This answer requires no other.
"The ancestors asked me to come here, not asking for treasures, not asking about opportunities, just... looking for an answer." Lingchu looked directly at Master Qingshui, as clear as the clear and transparent lake outside the window. Under the blue sky, it is incredibly clear.
Be magnanimous and fearless.
Master Qingshui has lived for nearly three hundred years, but he still has some ability to judge people. When he looked into the eyes of the female cultivator in Qingshang across from him, he couldn't see any falsehood in them.
Or, the other party is really cunning.
Or, the other party really didn't lie.
Immediately afterwards, Master Qingshui began to think divergently, looking for an answer? The disciples of Wuwangzhai will never marry and only accept women. This rule was set by the founder of the sect. Could it be...
"Ahem," Master Jingshui suddenly coughed twice. His eyes had always been calm and gentle. For the first time, there was an uproar. Even the speed of rolling the rosary beads in his hand increased a little faster. "I don't know who the donor is." Ancestor, are you a man or a woman?"
Lingchu looked at Master Qingshui's eyes that suddenly brightened a little, and the eager look in his eyes, and he understood something in an instant. He pursed his lips and smiled softly, his eyes were a little wandering, but the look on his face was very serious. He said, "The ancestors were born as boys."
This sentence is worth a thousand words.
In an instant, in the nearly three hundred years of her life, Master Qingshui felt so unstable for the first time. Her mind was filled with waves, and she couldn't help but think of her master, who was the direct disciple of the ancestor of the sect. What the head of Wuwangzhai once said to her.
Qingshui Zhenren’s master once carried the young Qingshui Zhenren to worship the ancestor’s spiritual throne. Then, with a sad look on his face, he said to the then young Qingshui Zhenren, “Your master’s life was full of ups and downs. I have loved and hated for half my life, but in the end I only have regrets.”
After saying that, he let out a long sigh.
At that time, the young Master Qingshui looked at the portrait and the spiritual tablet hanging high in the Patriarch Hall, with a look of confusion and curiosity on his face, and he didn't understand anything.
Later, as I got older, I gradually came up with some guesses and interpretations.
However, until now, Master Qingshui is not sure what her master regretted when he said he regretted it.
And the person who could give her the answer is no longer in this world.
Perhaps, this question will never have an answer.
This is a question that Master Qingshui will involuntarily think of every time he sees the spiritual tablets and portraits in the Patriarch Hall. But today, Master Qingshui inexplicably feels that maybe there is an answer to this question.
Maybe this is the answer that the donor Chu in front of him is looking for.
"I am Wuwangzhai, so I am naturally willing to help the donor find an answer." Master Qingshui looked at Lingchu with sincere and hot eyes. Without waiting for Lingchu's reply, he suddenly changed the subject, "It's just that we also happen to have someone in our sect. I want the donor to lend a helping hand."
Sure enough, everyone was a monk in the realm of the golden elixir, and I was only a monk in the early stage of the golden elixir. The Master Qingshui in front of me, no matter how amiable and easy to talk to, was not someone who was willing to suffer.
After all, who can be careless?
Those who are truly selfless are saints, not ordinary people. However, monks are also ordinary people.
Lingchu had already expected that the matter would not be solved so easily. After all, she wanted to see the spiritual tablet of the ancestor of a sect. Generally speaking, the ancestor of each sect needed to be enshrined.
Moreover, worship must be done with great caution and respect. Even if you are a monk in your own sect, not everyone is qualified to worship the ancestor.
Especially, that was the founder of the sect.
In the Sanqing Dao Sect, the main hall where the founder is enshrined is not accessible to ordinary disciples, let alone outside monks.
It's already a good thing that he wasn't kicked out directly.
Thinking about it, one of the reasons is that Wuwangzhai is indeed not a big sect. If a Jindan monk came to the Sanqing Tao Sect and said he wanted to see the spiritual tablet of the founder of the Sanqing Tao Sect, I'm afraid it would be difficult to escape intact.
Secondly, it must be because Wuwangzhai is indeed a semi-monastic sect, and they follow the precepts of kindness, and being kind to others accounts for the most part.
"If it's something I can do within my power, it's my duty to do it." Lingchu said cheerfully. It's just a transaction. She has long been used to it. If she agreed without saying a word, she would still feel strange.
Hearing this, the smile on Master Qingshui's face slowly widened.
