Chapter 125: Princess Carry
Perhaps sensing a change in Qiao Wan's expression, Li Pan asked, "What are you thinking?"
Qiao Wan didn't hide anything. In fact, not only did she not hide anything, but she also carefully asked, "I always feel like... Miaofa seems to have some opinions about me."
The man under the light, whose brows and eyes seemed stern during the day, softened inexplicably under the dim yellow light.
Since she had already decided to join Buping College and become the head of Buping College, of course, she needed to give the same level of trust to the other party. She didn't have to reveal all her secrets, but at least she needed to have open and honest communication. Qiao Wan thought to herself.
She admitted that her actions after falling into demonic cultivation were indeed a bit impolite. However, upon careful consideration, she felt that something seemed off. It didn't seem like the senior was angry because of this matter.
As for other reasons, Qiao Wan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a logical explanation.
Li Pan's face suddenly changed.looked at her deeply, his eyes a bit strange: "I think it's better for you to ask the Venerable One yourself."
After saying that, he tucked the Hanqing Scroll into his arms and floated away.
Before leaving, as if thinking of something, he stopped and turned back, saying, "Rest well. Tomorrow morning, I need to discuss something with you."
Qiao Wan quickly stood up, nodded, and saw Li Pan out of the door. She then returned to the room and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Since this was tantamount to prying into others' privacy, Qiao Wan usually tried to avoid or minimize entering dreams. She wasn't sure if it was because her divine consciousness had broken through the infant stage, but this time, when she entered the dream, Qiao Wan could clearly feel that her divine consciousness fluctuated more steadily than before.
If she guessed correctly, Miaofa senior should have forcefully come out of seclusion this time to block any rumors and support the Great Hall of Light. The first debate just ended now, and it's very likely that he will calm down again and continue to struggle against his inner demons.
As it turned out, her guess was right.
Once she entered the dream, as far as she could see, there was a familiar endless plain, and a fiery red sunset slowly descended from the top of the Bodhi tree.
Looking down, Qiao Wan glanced at her hands, which were covered in scars and calluses.
These were her big hands.
Being a woman, her consciousness naturally regained her original appearance when she appeared in the dream.
There was no familiar figure with a navy blue silhouette under the tree. Qiao Wan familiarly headed towards the beach, but hesitated when she was almost there.
She completely dared not approach ORZ.
From a distance, you could see the ocean, all blood-red, with waves crashing onto the shore. Every now and then, something like a broken arm or leg would wash up. A Buddhist sat cross-legged on the beach, seemingly healing. They wore a blue robe, stained with blood. The sleeves of their robe hung down, with fresh blood dripping and seeping into the soft sand beneath them.
Before Qiao Wan could even prepare an introduction, the Buddhist on the beach had already noticed her standing there.
Or perhaps, from the moment Qiao Wan quietly slipped into the dreamland of his consciousness, he had already noticed.
Miaofa spoke coldly, "If you've come, then come. Why are you just standing there?"
Caught off guard, Qiao Wan blushed slightly and approached, bowing respectfully. "Senior."
At the same time, she discreetly observed Miaofa's changing expression. The Buddhist still had beautiful eyebrows furrowed, but their face didn't look as displeased as it did on Lotus Seat Peak before.
Even so, her attitude was not very friendly: "Why are you here?"
Qiao Wan stood up straight, trying to make her expression look sincere: "I was a bit worried and wanted to come and see the senior."
After speaking, she quietly lifted her eyelashes, anxiously waiting for Miaofa's reaction.
When she looked up, she happened to meet his indigo eyes head-on.
Caught in the act, Qiao Wan instantly tensed her muscles.
Surprisingly, Miaofa only glanced at her before looking away and closing his eyes.
Qiao Wan was shocked as she’s noticed the blood flowing beneath Miaofa's blue robe, staining it red.
"Are you injured, senior?"
"It's a minor injury," the Buddhist replied coldly and awkwardly.
Qiao Wan followed the trail of blood back until she focused on Miaofa's ankle. Her eyebrows twitched, unable to resist making a comment, "That doesn't really look like a minor injury."
Miaofa had a deep cut on his ankle, and you could see the white bone, which was very scary.
The sea breeze brought a strong smell of blood, and corpses kept washing up on the shore.
No wonder Qiao Wan didn't see him under the Bodhi tree, she thought, it seemed like he couldn't walk.
Just then, in the distance, there was faint thunder over the sea, and another wave of demons came back.
The monk opened his eyes instantly, a cold light shined from them. He was about to stand up and fight.
Qiao Wan's mouth twitched, and she pressed her hand against the person in front of her who was like Ma Huaizhen. It was hard to feel at ease with such an elder. Maybe it was because of his injury that she unexpectedly pressed him down.
The monk immediately raised his eyebrows and yelled, "What are you doing?"
Qiao Wan reluctantly drew her sword and said, "Since you, elder, are so injured, let me, as the younger one, do it."
Finished talking, Qiao Wan swiftly left and made her way through the sea of blood, coming face to face with the demon army.
Knowing that Miaofa was still watching, Qiao Wan kicked away an octopus monster in front of her, channeling her energy into her palm.
"Radiant Light!"
With the radiance of Buddha, she smashed the octopus monster in front of her, showing that she had indeed studied diligently and devoted herself to Buddhism!
Once she had finished cleaning up the waves of enemies in front of her, Qiao Wan sheathed her sword, shook off the bits of flesh on her body, and walked up to Miaofa.
Sitting around here was not productive, so Qiao Wan looked at the nearby Bodhi tree and said, "Senior, let me help you over there to rest."
Unexpectedly, the Buddhist in front of her coldly refused, "No need!"
Not only did he refuse, but he also stood up with deep, visible wounds.
The wounds caused by the inner demons were not as easy to heal as they are in reality.
Qiao Wan watched Mioafa step on the ground and noticed that he slightly wrinkled his brow. Despite this, he still struggled to move forward
Stretching her hand, Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment and then saw Miaofa suddenly stumble.
Just the moment before the monk fell, Qiao Wan dashed forward and quickly caught him in her arms, embracing him tightly.
The scent of sandalwood and lotus flowers fell into her arms together.
Qiao Wan instinctively looked down and saw the disheveled clothes and the broad chest due to the chaotic battle.
Learning from her previous mistakes, Qiao Wan quickly looked away, not daring to look at for too long.
But it was too late. As soon as she moved her gaze, she came face to face with Miaofa's dark face.
The monk had a broad and powerful chest, and he was being held in her arms like a young girl.
Princess carry.
Realizing this, Qiao Wan stiffened instantly.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense and frozen.
Qiao Wan, being a young girl with a slender appearance and a pink hairband, was embracing a disciple much older than her. She could feel their skin touching, their chests softly rising and falling, and the roughness of their hands. A gentle warmth seeped through their clothes, making Qiao Wan feel both warm and awkward. Miaofa, frozen in surprise, also feeling the warmth.
Without hesitation, Qiao Wan held Miaofa tightly and quickly walked to a Bodhi tree. Then, she gently placed the Buddha within its shade.
Under Miaofa's sharp and potentially dangerous gaze, Qiao Wan pretended to remain calm and said, "Please have a seat, senior."
Bathing in the Buddha's gaze, Qiao Wan appeared honest and sincere.
Perhaps due to the strangeness of being embraced by a young girl, Miaofa fell silent and closed his eyes for the moment.
Realizing her mistake, Qiao Wan changed the subject and asked with concern, "How about your inner demons, senior?"
"These inner demons do not pose a significant threat to me," replied Miaofa calmly.
After thinking for a moment, Qiao Wan looked conflicted and sat down as well. "I'm really sorry about what happened at Dingren Peak before."
As she spoke, Qiao Wan's face turned red and she couldn't help but recall the past, which made her feel like banging her head on the ground.
"Your actions are not worth my anger," Miaofa said calmly.
A gust of sea breeze, mixed with a hint of blood, blew against their faces.
Qiao Wan looked up.
But as she lifted her eyes, she suddenly froze in place.
It wasn't an illusion.
With a "swish," Qiao Wan's whole body became stiff and cold. Through those deep blue eyes, she seemed to see another Miaofa.
To call it Miaofa would be inaccurate; she could only make out a faint figure.
The skin was dark and bluish, the face was fierce with three eyes, and the body had six arms. The extra four hands held human brains, hearts, tongues, and eyes. Though the appearance remained enchanting, the dark blue hair was adorned with bloodstained skulls, each with a menacing expression.
In an instant, the Buddhist in front of her slowly closed their eyes, with a slight stiffness.
When they opened their eyes again, their gaze was clear and their appearance was majestic and magnificent. It seemed like the blurry figure from before was just her imagination.
"Elder..."
Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment, although she was curious, she didn't ask.
Everyone has their own secrets that they don't want to speak of. The image she just saw should be the inner demon that Miaofa has been suppressing day and night. But what kind of inner demon would have such a vicious appearance?
With such a cruel inner demon, her recent troubles didn't seem worth it for Miaofa to worry about, but perhaps this also meant that forcefully leaving seclusion would have even more severe repercussions for Venerable One.
But just as these thoughts were spinning in her mind, Qiao Wan immediately felt a sudden change in the atmosphere around her!
Uh-oh!
Qiao Wan's mind suddenly rang with an alarm bell, and her whole body quickly went into a state of readiness. In that moment of the approaching danger, she instinctively rolled on the ground, but she was still caught off guard and pressed down under the Bodhi tree.
A wave of blood smell came rushing towards her!
His blue hair, fell down on her face, causing a bit of itchiness.
In Qiao Wan's eyes, she clearly saw Miaofa, with his green, savage face and dark skin. He had three vertical eyes on his forehead, wide open in anger.
The blood-stained skull instantly caught her eye, each one looking like a twisted, grotesque smile.
As she breathes out, the strong smell of blood almost fills her entire nostrils, causing Qiao Wan to freeze in place.
The Buddhist figure is very close, she can even feel the slow and powerful breath, as if the Grim Reaper is staring down at her from above.
As a wave of indescribable fear rose uncontrollably from the depths of her heart, Qiao Wan felt her teeth begin to chatter for the first time in that moment of contact with the other person. She wanted to resist, but realized she couldn't. Fear almost completely surrounded her.
This was cruelty.
The person in front of her, or rather, the evil god, was simply synonymous with cruelty and brutality.
Since she had crossed over into this world of cultivation, this was the first time she had encountered such extreme bloodshed and cruelty.
A hand gently touched her eyelids, slid down to her lips, paused for a moment, and then slowly and forcefully entered her mouth, capturing her soft tongue.
Another hand covered her chest.
