PNB What was the original intention behind Chapter 1352?
What was the original intention behind Chapter 1352?
Ye Feng was trying hard to recall what his original intention was.
But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember.
Just like the dreams filled in on QQ's security screen, the dreams of youth, ten years later, the answers are already forgotten.
Time is a cruel mistress; it can change a person's appearance.
Reality is a heavy burden; in order to keep moving forward, people have to constantly discard some things in reality.
They have dreams, and they still have their original aspirations.
Seeing Ye Feng standing in front of the fortune-telling table in a daze, a young man in line behind him couldn't wait any longer.
"Young master, are you done yet? We've been waiting for so long."
The voice behind him pulled Ye Feng back to reality from his daze.
Ye Feng accepted the fortune slip handed to him by the old nun who was interpreting the slips.
He glanced at it with a somewhat complicated expression, then said, "Thank you, nun. This is for your donation."
Ye Feng took out a silver note from his pocket, and without even looking at the denomination, put it directly into the wooden box on the table.
When he turned around, he saw Yun Shuang'er standing not far away, quietly watching him.
Ye Feng immediately gave an awkward smile and said, "Shuang'er, don't listen to this old nun's nonsense. I, Ye Feng, have always been loyal to my feelings. How could there be a peach blossom forest or any 'three thousand weak waters'?"
He thought Yun Shuang'er was angry because she had heard what the old nun who interpreted the divination slips had said, so he quickly tried to explain.
Yun Shuang'er said nothing, turned around and walked out of the Guanyin Hall.
Ye Feng quickly chased after him.
"Shuang'er, didn't you draw a fortune stick?"
Yun Shuang'er gently shook her head and said, "No. I am a Taoist disciple and do not believe in Buddhism or such things."
"Huh? Good that you don't believe me, good that you don't believe me either, I don't believe me either."
At this moment, Miao Xiaorou and the other two girls walked over.
Miao Xiaorou chuckled, "Xiaofeng, Shuang'er, you're out? I have some hilarious joke to tell you! We heard that a man and a woman threw nearly ten thousand copper coins into the wishing well, and they didn't get a single one in! Hahaha... It's so funny! Even if two men were together, it's impossible for them to not get any coins in!"
Yue Yinling said, "Let alone two men, even a marriage between a person and a pig has a better chance than that of those two young men and women. Xiao Feng, you were outside the hall the whole time, did you see which two unlucky guys they were?"
Yun Shuang'er's lips twitched slightly.
Ye Feng's face was as red as a pig's liver.
Seeing their expressions, Shangguan Lan frowned and said, "It can't be...it can't be you, can it?"
Ye Feng immediately retorted, "How could that be? My fate with Shuang'er is ordained by heaven. I don't believe in such things."
As for those two guys, I saw them earlier; they left before you came out.
No one doubted Ye Feng's words.
After all, people said it was a girl who threw money into the wishing well.
They all knew Yun Shuang'er's personality; she would never do something so childish in public.
Shangguan Lan asked, "Xiao Feng, did you draw a fortune stick at the Guanyin Temple?"
“I begged for it. Here, this is what I begged for.”
Ye Feng casually handed the fortune slip to Shangguan Lan.
The three girls immediately craned their necks to look.
Miao Xiaorou read: "Butterflies flutter through the fragrant thickets, spring breezes sweep across crimson robes, moonlit terraces turn back again and again, who can understand the unspoken understanding between us... Well done, Xiaofeng, your luck with romance is quite strong."
Yue Yinling and Shangguan Lan also looked at Ye Feng with amusement.
The three of them are not illiterate like Ye Feng.
There's no need for the old nun to interpret the fortune slips in plain language; a glance at the text is enough to understand its meaning.
Ye Feng chuckled and said, "That's right. I, Ye Feng, am a romantic young man. It's only natural that I have a lot of romantic luck! However, I think it's all a lie. Right now, I only have Shuang'er and Tian Qi, at most two peach blossoms. I'm still far from the peach blossom forest."
Miao Xiaorou said, "Why are there two flowers? Have you forgotten Shangguan?"
"Xiaorou, what nonsense are you talking about..."
Shangguan Lan blushed.
Yue Yinling laughed and said, "Shangguan, you're such a grown man, why are you still shy!"
Seeing Miao Xiaorou and Yue Yinling teasing him and Shangguan, Ye Feng said, "Even with Shangguan, I'm not enough for a peach blossom grove. Sister Yinling, Sister Xiaorou, would you be interested in becoming a bright peach blossom in my peach blossom garden? Don't worry, I, Ye Feng, am always gentle with women and would never do anything cruel to destroy them. I guarantee you'll be plump and healthy..."
"You little brat, you want a beating, don't you?!"
Miao Xiaorou and Yue Yinling immediately chased after Ye Feng.
Ye Feng's cultivation has improved considerably, making him as slippery as an eel.
The two women not only failed to hit Ye Feng, but the boy also groped their buttocks several times.
This caused the two women to gasp in surprise.
This prompted Sanzhi'er, who had been hiding inside Ye Feng's clothes, to peek out and watch this grand spectacle of dragons playing with phoenixes.
Yun Shuang'er remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the commotion among the others, as if she were preoccupied with other matters.
After playing around for a while, the five of them left Qianchen Temple and continued to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jiuhua Mountain.
As she walked, Yun Shuang'er couldn't help but turn back and glance at Qianchen Nunnery.
No one noticed that she was clutching a fortune slip in her hand.
She drew a fortune stick at the Guanyin Temple, but did not ask the old nun to interpret it.
She is afraid.
They were worried that the fortune they had drawn was not good.
To the southwest of Qianchen Temple, there is a rather precipitous mountain peak.
The path up the mountain is extremely difficult to traverse, and although there are temples and monasteries on the mountain, no pilgrims come here.
However, there is a temple on this mountain peak that is extremely famous in the human cultivation world.
It was Zen Moon Temple that possessed a peerless expert at the Heavenly Realm.
However, there are currently two experts at the Heavenly Realm in Zen Moon Temple.
Besides the nun Jinghui, Li Ruoxi is also here.
A few days ago, Li Ruoxi was particularly depressed because the operation in Jizhou failed and she lost one of her special envoys.
She is now facing multiple pressures from the Yunhai Sect, the Buddhist sect, and the Demonic Sect, and her feelings are very complicated.
Just then, Li Ruoxi invited her to Zen Yue Nunnery for tea and philosophical discussions, so she came over.
Several days have passed, and Li Ruoxi has not yet left.
At this moment, on a sheer cliff, there are more than a dozen houses built on the precipice.
There is also a suspended stone pavilion above the house.
Inside the stone pavilion, Li Ruoxi stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the rolling sea of clouds before her.
The nun Jinghui, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, was sitting on a stone bench in the stone pavilion, brewing tea.
Her movements were gentle and skillful, suggesting she was a tea lover.
Jinghui looked up at Li Ruoxi's back and said slowly, "Ruoxi, you've been here for several days now, and instead of calming down, you've become increasingly anxious. With your level of cultivation, is there anything you can't let go of?"
Li Ruoxi said, "You already know the origin of my divine consciousness that night at the Star Gazing Tower in the capital. I carry too many secrets on my shoulders, so how can I just let them go?"