Feng Mingqi couldn't help but let out a snort, "Defile? The Buddhist son is willing to be defiled by you."
Chi Ming immediately glared at him.
Feng Mingqi silently shut his mouth and stopped speaking.
Chi Ming snorted indignantly, descended to the entrance of Changqing Temple, and bumped into a monk in a blue kasaya standing there.
"Oh, I never expected the patriarch of the Youming clan to grace our temple with his presence." The monk adjusted his blue kasaya, smiled at Qi Yu and the others as he spoke, then bowed to Qi Yu and Si Qing, finally fixing his gaze on Chi Ming.
Chi Ming was somewhat surprised, "Monk, why are you looking at me like that? Do I look strange? We all came together, why are you staring at me specifically?"
"Because the dark aura on you is too strong," the monk said with a smile. "I'm not saying you're not welcome, I'm just wondering if you'll get hurt after you go in. After all, Changqing Temple is full of Buddha statues. I'm worried you might suffer severe harm if you just walk in like this."
Chi Ming was speechless.
This monk was indeed telling the truth.
As the patriarch of the Youming clan, her Youming aura was extremely dense, like a pool of cool water to the light of Buddha.
And that light of Buddha, to her, was like scalding hot water.
However, even so, Chi Ming felt that with her current cultivation, she could still resist it, not to mention that Qi Yu and Si Qing were by her side.
Qi Yu and Si Qing exchanged a glance and floated down from the clouds.
Qi Yu looked at the monk in the blue kasaya before him, "Buddhist son of Changqing Temple, why aren't you going in, but standing here?"
"I was just sharing some insights about the Heart Sutra with several pilgrims," the Buddhist son said, looking at Qi Yu without excessive deference.
Qi Yu nodded. He actually found this lack of excessive politeness quite agreeable.
The Buddhist son stepped aside, inviting them in to sit.
Qi Yu walked in first. When he reached Chi Ming, he paused and gently patted his senior sister's shoulder.
Chi Ming didn't understand why Qi Yu did that at first, but when she realized she felt no discomfort after entering Changqing Temple, she suddenly understood. It must have been Qi Yu who had shielded the Buddhist temple's light of Buddha to prevent her from being harmed.
Chi Ming looked at Qi Yu, apologized in a very small voice, and explained, "Actually, with my cultivation, even if I walked into a temple now, I wouldn't feel particularly uncomfortable. At most, my Dharma would be slightly weakened, but I don't come to places like this every day. As long as I cultivate properly afterwards, I'll recover in about a month or two."
Qi Yu patted Chi Ming's head, "That being said, it still takes a month or two, which is too long. It's no trouble for me to help my friend out. Besides, you're only being kept out of the Buddhist temple due to your race, which isn't going against the will of heaven. It's not a big deal."
Chi Ming looked touched.
Si Qing cleared his throat from behind, squeezed between them, and snorted,
"Exactly, exactly, it's not a big deal. I can do such small things too. Don't bother my sister next time, just bother me directly."
Hearing this, Chi Ming couldn't help but pout, "Can you stop looking at me like I'm your rival every time? I'm not going to steal your sister."
"Hmph, you never know," Si Qing raised his chin. "What did you say to my sister? I want you to tell me too. I absolutely won't allow you to exclude me."
Everyone else wore a look of disdain.
Only Qi Yu was laughing heartily.
Feng Mingqi protested to Qi Yu, "Heavenly Dao, can you control your brother? Look at this child, he's become such a clingy pest."
Everyone nodded in agreement and collectively condemned Si Qing's possessive behavior towards his sister.
Si Qing, instead of reflecting, took pride in it. "You should treat us fairly. How you treat me should be how you treat my sister, and how you treat my sister should be how you treat me. If you treated us fairly, how could you think I'm my sister's little shadow?"
Sui You looked at Si Qing, wanting to tease him further. The Buddhist son beside them had been watching them chat back and forth with a smile. As he watched, he finally couldn't help but speak,
"You all have such good relationships."
The Buddhist son wasn't just making a casual remark; he was serious.
Feng Mingqi was stunned for a moment.
Sui You looked at the Buddhist son with some confusion, "Perhaps it's because we all come from the same sect."
The Buddhist son immediately smiled.
This was truly incredible.
The current Heavenly Dao and the patriarchs of several clans were from the same sect.
If others outside knew about this, they would be incredibly jealous.
"Speaking of which, Buddhist son, the tea in your Changqing Temple has a very unique fragrant aroma," Yue Zhiyin took another sip of his tea, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he drank. "In all my years, this is the first time I've tasted tea with such a flavor."
Saying it had a jasmine-like fragrance didn't seem quite right.
It was an indescribable grassy scent, with a hint of bitterness, but not too strong.
The Buddhist son looked at Yue Zhiyin, "This is Changqing's unique Four Seasons Tea, made from all the flowers and grasses from the summit of Changqing Mountain, after being stir-fried and refined."
Yue Zhiyin's face showed surprise. The flowers and grasses on Changqing Mountain could be described as thousands of types. Among these thousands, only a little over a hundred could be stir-fried into tea leaves.
Furthermore, because their maturity times and flavors were different, the stir-frying process was not simple and had to be done separately.
Yue Zhiyin was somewhat impressed.
The Buddhist son stood up, took a storage pouch from the side, and took out several bottles of tea in jade bottles, handing them over. "I see you all seem to like it very much. Since that's the case, why not accept them?"
Qi Yu nodded and accepted them without hesitation.
The tea from Changqing Temple was quite famous. Ordinary people couldn't buy it even if they wanted to. Even regular pilgrims who came to offer incense had to see if they had a connection with the Buddha.
If there was no connection, the Buddhist son wouldn't give it.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Qi Yu thought to himself as he put away his portion of tea. He then saw that Si Qing also had a jar in his hand and casually took it, "Give it here."
Si Qing's hand was empty. He looked down, then at Qi Yu, and as if accustomed to it, spread his hands and sighed.
Qi Yu happily put both jars of tea into his storage pouch.
The Buddhist son watched this scene with curiosity, as if recalling something, and asked, "By the way, I heard before that Heavenly Dao, are you and Dharma siblings?"
"Pfft," Si Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud.