Phi-Fic Chapter 236 Si He is my father!
Chapter 236 Si He is my father!
Chapter 236 Si He is my father!
White Dew, Lanjiang River.
A light boat rises and falls in the turbulent river.
Zhao Qing leaned on the bow of the boat, occasionally placing spiritual marks and continuing to experiment with new uses of the art of communicating with the dead.
After some time of practice, he was now able to lay down thirty marks, which were connected to each other every hundred feet, and it was no problem for his spiritual consciousness to spread over twenty miles.
Even though he had been away from the Tianshui County wharf for more than an hour, he could still clearly sense the merchants and peddlers coming and going on the wharf.
Although it is only directional perception, it is sufficient for him now.
As long as you make sufficient preparations in advance, it is equivalent to having many more eyes than ordinary monks...
At present, he has only figured out two uses.
The first one is like installing surveillance. The spiritual imprint can last for several days and can detect movements far away.
The second method is to use the spiritual mark to control objects...Flying a sword three thousand feet, but if used against an enemy, more skilled control is required.
Before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in my Niwan Palace.
His spiritual consciousness was exhausted again and he needed to rest and recover.
During this period, he seemed to have returned to the days of the Danta Trial, tossing his spiritual consciousness every day and exploring various wonderful uses.
Beside him, Qinghuan sat cross-legged quietly, her watery eyes gazing at the master beside her.
She was originally kneeling beside him, but Zhao Qing forced her to change her position.
There were only the two of them going out this time, accompanying Qinghuan to visit Gu Qingci at the White Horse Temple on Heyang Mountain.
Zhao Qing took Qinghuan into his arms and gently stroked her swan neck and beautiful jaw.
He pulled the woman over, her slender legs slowly stretched out, and a hint of spring flashed between her eyebrows.
Qinghuan always said that she would go back to Tianshui alone, but in the past two years she has been staying with Zhao Qing and has no intention of going out.
There was no other way, Zhao Qing could only force her to come back.
After all, if Gu Qingci didn't practice cultivation, he wouldn't live for many more years. If he didn't take Qinghuan to see her more often... she would inevitably feel depressed in the future.
And the way to bring her back by force is very simple.
Just say "Come with me to Tianshui" and this woman will follow you silently.
Qinghuan is a quiet person at home. She never speaks out her thoughts, so people can only guess what she thinks.
However, Zhao Qing already knew her very well, so it wasn't too difficult for her to guess.
It was nothing more than wanting me to stay with her quietly for a while, or wanting to go to Tianshui to see her sister, or wanting to hear some useful words praising her.
...At least, that's what Zhao Qing thought.
Only Qinghuan herself knows what is in her mind.
Silently, a warm and moist touch came over the fingers.
A panel appeared before my eyes.
【Gu Qinghuan】
【Sharing Weal and Woe】
[Water Spiritual Root Qualification: 15]
[Obtain Wood Spiritual Root Qualification: 15]
[Fire Spiritual Root Qualification: 15]
The woman's phoenix eyes trembled slightly, and her crimson lips gently sucked Zhao Qing's fingers, and she just smiled as they looked at each other.
An autumn tide rose on the river surface, surging forward.
However, it was blocked by the condensed spiritual power and only turned into tiny drops of water falling on the boat.
Zhao Qing looked down at the charming and humble face in his arms, and rubbed Qinghuan's forehead lovingly.
The progress of his three spiritual roots improved rapidly, all thanks to Qinghuan's silent efforts.
Only Qinghuan can smoothly perform the task of automatic grain production.
It is difficult for Shuyue and Xiaoyi to find out their fetishes... Sihe is more like a bystander, and will randomly drop rewards when they are making love.
Zhao Qing teased the woman's red lips for a moment, then caressed her eyes and held her tightly in his arms.
After feeling the warm palm caressing her face, Qinghuan never opened her eyes again. Even though the desire in her heart could no longer be suppressed, she was used to sinking in this state.
Feeling the obedient body in his arms, Zhao Qing even had the illusion that it was a puppet.
That day, my aunt asked him how he had turned Qinghuan into this.
Zhao Qing had a lot of grievances to express.
This has nothing to do with him, he is completely a victim...
It was Qinghuan that was eroding his mind bit by bit and changing his habits.
Nowadays, Zhao Qing's various hobbies have been completely distorted by Qinghuan.
But he clearly didn't do anything. He just let Qinghuan call him master, and then he became like this.
Zhao Qing also slowly closed his eyes, letting the boat sway in the river.
He pressed Qing Huan's delicate head against his chest and said softly, "Xiao Yi asked me privately how I turned you into this."
The woman nodded slightly and said nothing.
Zhao Qing added: "I told her that it was you who was changing me."
Gu Qinghuan remained silent, her eyes slightly closed, quietly listening to her master's heartbeat.
The man's chuckle came from my ear, traveling along my sternum into my ears like the beating of a drum.
"Si He said you were training me."
The woman closed her eyes and responded softly, "Master, don't you like it?"
Zhao Qing: ...
Qing Huan opened her eyes, raised her slender neck and looked at him. "If Sister is still unwilling to practice cultivation, when her lifespan ends, Qing Huan will wear the chains and guard the master for the rest of her life."
what! ?
Come again?
Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, Zhao Qing wanted to push her into the river immediately and punish her on the spot.
But we're almost at Heyang Mountain. Even if we want to bully someone's daughter, we can't do it in front of her, right?
Qing Huan felt the powerful energy and blood surge from the man before her, and spoke softly, "Qing Huan still has to be the master's spearman, and her hands and feet cannot be bound."
She held Zhao Qing's hand and placed it between her neck, a smile flashing in her phoenix eyes.
Zhao Qing understood what she meant, took a deep breath and shook his head.
Qinghuan is also a human being, how could you treat her like that?
He said in a deep voice: "No."
"Um……"
The woman nodded softly, then put her white wrists together and slowly raised them above her head.
Zhao Qing was shocked.
I feel that it is still too difficult for me to have a heart-to-heart talk with Qinghuan like this.
He originally wanted to enlighten Qinghuan, so he abandoned the spiritual boat and bought a small boat at the dock. The two of them snuggled together and floated towards Heyang Mountain.
But obviously, he failed.
Gu Qinghuan said softly, "Master, don't worry about Qinghuan."
"Qing Huan returned to Songshan and studied spear techniques diligently, staying by his master's side every day."
Seeing that Zhao Qing's expression had softened a little, she smiled and dipped her delicate head into the river. Her dark black hair floated in the water, and the fish and gravel at the bottom of the river were clearly visible.
……
Nothing to say for a day.
The next day, early in the morning.
Zhao Qing held Qinghuan's slender hand tightly and came to the ancient temple deep in Heyang Mountain.
It should have arrived yesterday, but Zhao Qing couldn't help it. He gave in to his heart and quietly accompanied Qinghuan for a day.
The woman next to him was wearing a white dress and had a sweet smile on her face.
There was no trace of the delicate posture she had shown on the river yesterday.
Zhao Qing pinched Qinghuan's wrist and looked up at the broken plaque of the ancient temple.
White Horse Temple.
Gu Qingci became a monk here.
There was a person who once walked in Yujing here, Daoxin, the sixth walker of the Bodhi lineage seven hundred years ago!
This Daoxin had reached the Nascent Soul stage seven hundred years ago, and now he is probably at the Spiritualization stage or even higher.
But Zhao Qing didn't care too much about it. There were so many strange people in this world, and their cultivation level had nothing to do with him.
They will not bully me. To be honest, they are all disciples of Yujing.
If the old monk is willing to say a few words, he will accompany him. If he doesn't want to pay attention to him, that's even better.
Anyway, he came here to look for someone.
"Qinghuan, go knock on the door." The woman tried to break free from his wrist, but failed.
Zhao Qing took a deep breath, pulled Qinghuan forward two steps, and knocked on the closed temple door.
thump.
thump.
thump.
The rusty door knocker hit the door panel, stirring up some wood chips and dust... This door is too broken.
Soon, the sound of quick footsteps was heard in the temple.
Although the spiritual sense cannot detect, just by listening to the footsteps, one can tell that it should be a young man with no cultivation.
Zhao Qing slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He was also a little afraid that he would bump into the Bodhi Walker when he knocked on the door.
Although there was no grudge between them, he was still a little nervous when meeting a strange boss.
Crunch.
The dilapidated wooden door was opened, and a young monk clasped his hands together to greet them: "Who are you...?"
Zhao Qing remained silent, leaving the chance to speak to Qinghuan.
Although Qinghuan doesn't speak in front of her, she is definitely not a fool. Her level is no lower than that of her aunt.
Gu Qinghuan clasped his hands together naturally: "Qinghuan greets the young master."
"I wonder if Gu Qingci is practicing in this White Horse Temple?"
Gu Qingci?
The little monk suddenly remembered something, and looked up and down at the woman in front of him with his big eyes, and then looked at Zhao Qing.
"Please follow me, the abbot has been waiting for a long time."
Abbot?
Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and watched the little monk turn around and leave. He pulled Qinghuan to follow behind him.
The bald man had difficulty speaking, but the abbot had been waiting for a long time... It must be the Taoist believer.
When he thought of this, his mind gradually tensed up.
On the contrary, Qinghuan looked calm, broke free from his arms, turned around and closed the temple door.
At this moment, the two most important people in her life were in the temple, so there was nothing to worry about. Whether Daoxin was in the Nascent Soul stage or the Incarnation stage had nothing to do with her.
The woman glanced up at her master, and seeing his slightly serious expression, she scratched his palm with her small hand.
Zhao Qing looked at her and relaxed a little.
There were no pilgrims in the temple, only monks busy coming and going. Although the divine sense could not be detected, the fluctuations of the spiritual energy around explained everything.
This White Horse Temple is full of ordinary monks, and there are no monks in sight.
Wisps of smoke were floating from the huge copper furnace. There was a vegetable patch beside the courtyard wall, and a little monk was picking vegetables there.
Under a thatched hut not far away, monks were walking slowly with wooden buckets in their arms. A fresh fragrance wafted over...that was their breakfast.
Just like an ordinary temple, it is self-sufficient.
clang!
clang!
clang!
The sound of the bell echoed repeatedly in the temple. Zhao Qing pulled Qinghuan and followed the little monk, and finally arrived at a meditation room deep in the temple.
A calm voice came through the dilapidated window pane. It was an old man.
"Come in, you two. Huiguang will go get some porridge and vegetables."
After the young monk left, Zhao Qing pushed open the narrow wooden door and walked into the dark Zen room. Gu Qinghuan followed closely behind him.
What you see is a small dark green bronze statue placed on a wooden table, and there are still standing incense sticks in the incense burner that have not yet burned out.
The Yin Hua in Zhao Qing's mind was shaking violently, and Si He seemed to have seen something incredible...
Zhao Qing was also a little confused. The dark blue bronze statue was not in human form, but a dragon head!
To be precise, it should be called the Dragon Head Statue.
Such an unlucky thing, Zhao Qing even thought that Bodhi and Xueyi were mortal enemies, but after taking a closer look, he found that this dragon head statue was completely different from the dragon carving inherited by Xueyi.
On the spiritual jade of the blood-stained robe, the eyes of the dragon head emitted a strange red light, and there was a faint tendency to connect with the stars.
However, this dark green dragon head image is extremely blurry, with a pair of huge dragon eyes closed, as if it is sleeping.
The four cushions were placed casually, as if they had been prepared long ago.
An old monk with a white beard sat cross-legged on one of the cushions, calmly looking at the man and woman in front of him.
Zhao Qing hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should call him Abbot... or Senior.
Soon, Dao Xin gave the two of them a way out.
"The two donors, please take a short rest. Huiguang has gone to serve the porridge."
Zhao Qing clasped his hands together awkwardly and said, "Thank you, Abbot."
Since the boss is willing to be the abbot, he has no choice.
He didn't sit down, but pulled Qinghuan over and whispered, "This is my humble wife Qinghuan. Her biological mother is practicing in the temple, and she wants to visit for a while..."
The old monk smiled kindly and nodded slightly: "Let Hui Guang take you there later."
Seeing that Zhao Qing and Gu Qinghuan hadn't taken their seats, he stood up and straightened his robe...
When Gu Qinghuan saw the scene in front of her, her eyes widened slowly. Even though she was calm and didn't care who Dao Xin was, she was shocked.
As for Zhao Qing, he just stood there in a daze.
In front of him, the old monk bowed respectfully and said, "Daoxin greets you, senior."
Zhao Qing: ...
If Si He hadn't made a move just now, he would have thought Qing Huan was the reincarnation of some big shot.
Damn it.
Si He's shadowy aura rose and fell in his mind, and he thought, "I don't know him."
Zhao Qing remained silent. It was obvious that he knew you.
The current situation is very tense. Zhao Qing accepted a generous gift from Master Bodhi on behalf of Si He, but Si He had no idea who he was.
At this moment, a phantom of a mountain appeared above Zhao Qing's head. It was the Tai'a Seal.
Si He's cold voice rang out: "Can I borrow the incense?"
The old monk nodded slightly, carefully took the dark green dragon head statue, put it aside temporarily, and then broke three incense sticks.
clang!
It was as if the vibrations of an ancient bell were transmitted through the soul, echoing endlessly in the Zen room.
Gu Qinghuan gradually relaxed her mind and returned to her normal state of looking at everyone the same... She only recognized Zhao Qing and Gu Qingci.
Zhao Qing didn't know that at this moment all the incense in the White Horse Temple was poured into the Tai'a Seal for Si He to use.
The bell rings and I wake up from a dream within a dream, clouds gather and disperse outside my body.
A slender hand gradually appeared under the small seal and pressed it back into Zhao Qing's life palace.
A misty figure like clouds came from nowhere and stood in front of Dao Xin.
The white-haired woman first looked back at Zhao Qing, gave him a look that said, "Don't worry, I'm here for you," and then said coldly, "Sit down."
……
The Zen room became even quieter. Zhao Qing and Qing Huan sat on the cushions, and the old monk Dao Xin also sat on the cushion.
Only Si He's shadow of the god picked up the dark green dragon head and played with it.
She asked doubtfully, "Have you seen the Nine Yin God?"
Zhao Qing silently embraced Qinghuan in his arms. With his father around, he was not worried at all.
What panel gold finger, Si He is my dad!
There was an earthquake. I stayed downstairs for half a day and didn’t sleep well.
More updates tomorrow.