Proud Feather

Chapter 15: Revisit
Feng Lingwei uttered a low cry: "A Ling!"

Tian Huier also looked anxious and stared at her closely.

Chu Ling didn't care and just looked at the monk.

Jinghui remained calm, chanted the Buddha's name, and calmly revealed the third lot.

"Buddhas and gods are all-knowing, fools talk and become confused; old men go to seek fortune-telling, it is better to keep to the old ways and wait for the right time."

"This is the last lot." Jinghui said softly, "Miss, there is no answer to this question."

Chu Ling was furious: "You still say you are not a liar?!"

When she got angry, Feng Lingwei and Tian Huier became nervous, one holding her hand and the other pulling her sleeve.

"A Ling, don't be angry..."

The monk remained calm and said, "This is the last lot, representing both an end and a new beginning. Miss, if you ask this question, there is naturally no answer. Miss, you cannot avenge this, so it is better not to ask."

"How can I not avenge myself?" Chu Ling said coldly, "I found my enemy and killed him, wouldn't that be revenge? You monk, are you not able to answer and are just talking nonsense?"

Jinghui still had a compassionate look on her face, and even looked at her with more sincerity: "Really? Is the person you want to pursue really the enemy in your mind?"

"An enemy is an enemy. There's no truth or falsehood. You..."

Jinghui smiled and interrupted her, "Young lady, you have too much anger and ignorance in your heart. This is not good. If you still want to ask this question, you might as well wait until you have thought it through."

After saying this, he closed the fortune stick and made a gesture: "Miss, if you are not satisfied with this answer, I will not accept the incense money. Please."

Chu Ling was furious and wanted to smash his stall, but Feng Lingwei and Tian Huier stopped him. The people in the queue behind him said, "Miss, you have finished interpreting your fortune. Please move aside and don't delay us!"

"Yes, yes! The master didn't even take your incense money, so why are you still refusing to pay?"

Chu Ling became even angrier.

Tian Huier advised: "A Ling, there are too many people here..."

Yes, there were so many people around, she couldn't reveal her identity. Chu Ling's chest heaved, and finally, she angrily flicked her sleeves and turned away.

She was angry and walked very fast. Soon she reached the Zen temple behind. Tian Huier had to jog to catch up with her: "Princess, don't be angry. He is just a foreign monk. Just don't listen to him."

"Who wants to listen to him!" It would have been fine if she hadn't said anything, but once she did, Chu Ling became even more angry. "Nonsense! My father is the emperor, what revenge can't he avenge? He's a monk, so he can't say anything nonsense!"

Finally, he glared at her and said, "It's all your fault! Why are you mentioning monks? You came out to relax but ended up getting so angry!"

Tian Huier's eyes turned red with grievance: "I, I..."

After saying that, Chu Ling didn't go to listen to any more lectures and just took Feng Lingwei away.

"Princess!" Tian Huier wanted to keep her, but she didn't dare to, and watched her get on the carriage.

That night, Chu Ling tossed and turned.

The next day, Feng Lingwei, who lived with her, was shocked: "A Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Ling frowned and said, "I'm going to Dahuai Temple" while being helped by the palace servants to wash and dress.

Feng Lingwei was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Chu Ling did not answer, but sent someone to tell his aunt and then went out.

"A Ling, wait for me!" Feng Lingwei hurriedly chased after him.

When they arrived at Dahuai Temple, the monk in charge of reception said that Jinghui had not read the fortune today and was practicing in the Zen temple.

Chu Ling said: "I don't care whether he can solve other people's fortunes or not, he has to solve mine anyway."

When the princess became overbearing, she would not listen to reason at all. The monk in charge of reception had no choice but to lead her to the back mountain.

The mountain behind Dahuai Temple was quiet and peaceful. After passing through a bamboo forest, Chu Ling saw a vegetable field in front of him. Jinghui was watering the vegetables there.

Feng Lingwei muttered, "This monk is different from yesterday!"

It was indeed different. Yesterday, Jinghui had the air of a sage, like a scholar, but today, dressed in coarse monk's robes, he seemed down-to-earth.

Hearing the guest monk's call, Jinghui turned around, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and then he walked over with a smile.

"Miss, you came here today, but you have thought it through."

Chu Ling's face showed neither annoyance nor a smile. He said calmly, "Don't worry about whether I want to understand clearly or not. Just make your words clear first."

Jinghui nodded, turned around and said a few words to the monk in charge of reception, then led them to the Zen temple where he was staying.

This small courtyard is right next to the vegetable field. It is more like a farmhouse than a Zen temple. It is clean and tidy, and has a natural beauty.

Jinghui asked them to sit in the hall for a while while he went to change his muddy coarse monk's robe.

"Amitabha!" After a while, Jinghui appeared in front of them with the demeanor of a master.

He sat down at the tea table and started to make tea.

Chu Ling looked over and saw that his hands holding the Buddhist beads were slender and delicate, not like someone who had been doing rough labor since childhood.

So she asked, "Master, what did you do before? I see calluses on your hands."

The young monk who was doing odd jobs nearby interrupted, "Brother Jinghui was originally a scholar, but his family suffered a disaster, so he became a monk."

"Oh." Feng Lingwei's expression relaxed slightly. A scholar, no wonder his demeanor and demeanor were so different.

Chu Ling suddenly sniffed and asked, "What's that smell? It smells so good!"

Jinghui was surprised and said with a smile: "Miss, your nose is really sharp. It is sandalwood, but it has a few more herbs than the one in front of the Bodhisattva."

The young monk nodded repeatedly: "Brother Jinghui's incense is very special. The abbot also likes it and said that he slept soundly."

"Oh!" Chu Ling stopped talking.

After the tea was ready, she asked the palace servants to leave, even sending Feng Lingwei away.

Feng Lingwei hesitated: "A Ling, can you do it alone?"

Chu Ling said, "With so many people outside, what could possibly happen to me? I just have a few words to ask the master, but I don't want anyone to hear them."

"Then don't be angry." Feng Lingwei whispered, "If he really offends you, let's ask the abbot to drive him away."

Chu Ling smiled and nodded: "I know, at this time, it's better to have less trouble than more."

Only then did Feng Lingwei feel relieved and left.

The door to the small hall was closed. Jinghui's expression remained normal as she handed over the brewed tea. "Miss, please."

Chu Ling ignored him and immediately changed his expression. He shouted, "You said the enemy I'm looking for isn't a real enemy. What do you mean?"

Jinghui smiled but did not answer, and continued to urge tea: "This tea is also made by me. Although it is not expensive, it has a unique flavor. Miss, you may want to try it."

Chu Ling didn't appreciate it: "Stop talking nonsense. You deliberately provoked me yesterday and left a message. Weren't you just waiting for me to come to you? Tell me, do you know who I am?!"

Jinghui slowly put down the teacup, wiped the tea stains from his hands, and said slowly, "Miss, you misunderstood. I did realize that you are not an ordinary person, but I said that because you are depressed and hurt. So it is best not to dwell on this grudge anymore."

Chu Ling raised his eyebrows: "Are you fooling me?!"

(End of this chapter)