Volume 2 ◆ Flourishing Talent VS Overlooking the World ◆ 037 Charcoal Grilled Fish

  Feng Mei Xue heard his words, her bright eyes lightly turned, and her light gaze fell gently on Mo Yan Hua's side profile.

  Snow-white jade-like fingers grasped a palm-sized purple-gold temple bell, and with a gentle shake, the clear and crisp sound of the bell echoed through the mountains.

  The thoughts that had been turning over in her mind finally came to a rest as she nodded lightly. A soft, melodious voice with a hint of coldness escaped from her beautifully curved lips.

  "Thank you!"

  "To me, you never have to say thanks!"

  Moyan Hua's gaze fell upon the majestic Purple Forbidden City, that lofty imperial palace, soaring into the sky, beneath its resplendent golden and jade exterior, how many countless corpses lay hidden, never to rest.

  If it weren't for her hand that reached out to him back then, he would probably have been strangled in the depths of the palace long ago, and there wouldn't be today's achievements.

  Feng Mei Xue seemed to understand and yet not understand, following his gaze to the distant end. With one hand supporting her cheek, she breathed in the familiar scent of cold plum blossoms in the night wind, lost in thought.

  The two of them stood there in the moonlight and starry sky, blowing wind, they never spoke a word, but the feeling was exceptionally harmonious.

  The osmanthus tree beside the jade steps is filled with longing thoughts. The moonlight shines on its leaves, and the fragrance of the flowers lingers at the tips of the leaves.

  A distant and mournful bell sound came from the mountain, as if there was a Buddhist chant that cleansed people's souls.

  "Yanhua, did you hear the bell on the mountain?"

  Feng Mei Xue listened intently to the bell sound that seemed to have a magical power, and turned her head towards the direction of the mountain.

  Mo Yanhua's heart skipped a beat when she heard her call out his name. Listening to her soft voice calling out his name, he felt as if he was going to get drunk, with a faintly intoxicating sense of satisfaction rising in his chest.

  "It's said that on the top of Xianzong Mountain, there is a temple called Fan Yin Temple. However, not many people have seen this temple. It's a legendary temple that only reveals itself to those who are destined!"

  "Have you seen the Mantra Temple? What does it look like?"

  Feng Mei Xue smiled slightly and stood up, wearing a silver-purple flowing dress that flowed down like water without a single wrinkle. The dark flower patterns emitted a soft luster under the moonlight, shining brightly and extremely eye-catching.

  "You'll know once you go up and take a look!"

  Moyan Hua also stood up, the purple gold palace bell around her waist making a pleasant sound. If one looked closely, they could see that the patterns engraved on the palace bell were full of Buddhist style, and inside the bell was a Buddha statue, solemn and kind.

  Two people walked up the road, the bright moonlight was like a soft and transparent cicada shell.

  Gradually, the number of Longing Trees dwindled until only one ancient Bodhi Tree was left, leaning against an old temple. The moonlight at the horizon slipped through the gaps between the branches and leaves, dripping into the Bodhi leaves drop by drop.

  No mystery as imagined, the ancient temple is solemn, with flying eaves and corners, green bricks and blue tiles, hidden under the shade of Bodhi trees, full of quiet flavor. The crimson gate quietly opens there, as if welcoming travelers from afar.

  "Is this the Mantra Temple? It doesn't look like anything special!"

  Feng Mei Xue took a glance at the temple and didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

  "Hehe, since you're here, go take a look inside!"

  Mo Yanhua looked at her eyes filled with disappointment and couldn't help but smile slightly. The Fan Yin Temple wasn't a place that just anyone could see, ordinary people didn't have the Buddhist fate, they couldn't enter this realm filled with Buddha's light.

  "Hmm!"

  Feng Mei Xue nodded and lifted her skirt to walk into the temple.

  The ancient temple is filled with the fragrance of incense. The winding path leads deep into the mountains, stone steps circling around, layer upon layer, the Zen house and flowers and trees are lush and verdant. What's strange is that there is no one else here, quiet but not dead silence, full of peaceful atmosphere.

  Walking in the temple, the low chanting voice, the shaking of the scripture tube, and the slow rhythm of knocking on the wooden fish, reverberating between the vermilion halls. However, not a single figure can be seen, yet the sound of Buddhist chanting can be heard faintly.

  "There is a pond here, it looks like it should be able to raise fat and delicious fish!"

  Feng Mei Xue stopped in front of a lotus pond, bent down, and gazed into the water. A golden light flowed at the bottom of her eyes. Even at night, she could still see clearly.

  "If Xue'er is hungry, then I'll catch a few fish for you to taste the freshness!"

  Moyan Hua saw her with interest, without saying a word, walked to the edge of the pool, and with a sweep of her snow-white sleeves, the calm water suddenly splashed up, and big fat fish were shocked out of the water by the powerful ripples. Large clusters of water flowers bloomed in the moonlight, radiating beautiful light, looking so beautiful.

  Phoenix didn't think that he would actually go and do it just because she casually mentioned it!

  When she saw the man wrapped in a clean white robe, with lively fish jumping around him, smiling brightly at her in the moonlight, her heart was like a hot lava flowing through, scorching her body to tremble slightly.

  "It's very cold at night, let's build a fire here and we'll warm up soon!"

  Mo Yan Hua caught her body trembling slightly, and thought she was frozen. Hurriedly picked off a few large leaves, wrapped the fish well and let her hold it. He himself went to find charcoal, and started a fire on the empty ground by the pool.

  "Alright, come quickly!"

  Feng Mei Xue sat beside the fire, watching Mo Yan Hua's slightly awkward movements as he handled the fish. A hint of inexplicable tenderness appeared on his face, and under Mo Yan Hua's astonished gaze, he took over the simple tool from Mo Yan Hua's hand, skillfully handling the fish with ease, placing it on a rack to roast over the charcoal fire.

  The fragrance of fish wafts through the air, making people's mouths water.

  Two people sat beside the bonfire, reaching out to grab the roasted fish and were about to start devouring it when they heard a compassionate and tolerant voice that echoed from their ears.

  "Amitabha Buddha, please take care of yourselves, two donors!"