bookbashuk Chapter 912 The Little Nun Going Down the Mountain 54
Chapter 912 The Little Nun Going Down the Mountain 54
Acai's fingertips brushed across the mirror-like calm pool of water gently like a spring breeze, and tiny ripples appeared on the surface of the pool.
She looked intently into the pool, and the reflection slowly condensed into a human shape, as if a wonderful magic was being performed.
The clone's eyelashes trembled slightly, and at that moment, Ah Cai suddenly felt a gorgeous glass light flash before her eyes. The light was bright and dazzling, like a dream.
She knew in her heart that this was the ending rhyme of her usual spell, which carried a unique charm.
"Remember to feed the Snow Soul Flowers to the butterflies in the back mountain on the 15th of every month." Ah Cai said softly, her voice as clear and pleasant as a mountain spring.
She transformed a wisp of her spiritual consciousness into a fluorescent butterfly, which flashed with charming light and gently landed on the clone's brow.
When her fingertips touched the other person's forehead, a wonderful feeling came over her heart.
The touch was exactly the same as my own, as if I was touching another me.
Even the cinnabar mole hidden in the hair was exactly the same, which made Ah Cai feel a little surprised.
At this time, Acai watched the last companion enter the [Home] light gate.
The clone was currently sitting on the stone platform, carefully reading the notes left by Ah Cai.
At this moment, a muffled humming sound like thunder came from the sky. The sound was low and powerful, as if the rules of heaven were cruising in the distance.
Ah Cai's eyes became determined, she pinched out some magic formulas with her fingertips, and the dark patterns of the twenty-four solar terms embroidered on the hem of her clothes suddenly lit up, shining like stars.
The skill of [Spring Breeze and Rain] slowly spread out along her hair and gathered into a thumb-sized cloud in her palm.
When the first drop of rain fell from the clouds, Acai saw the clone looking up at the sky, with the corners of his lips raised in the same curve as his own.
When the spiritual rain first fell, the camel caravans in the Mobei desert were trapped in the wind and sand.
The wind and sand were howling, as if they were going to swallow everything.
However, the sound of camel bells was suddenly replaced by the crisp sound of dripping water. The sound was like the sound of nature, bringing hope to people.
The old man driving the cart caught the raindrops with his rough palms. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the cracks between his palm lines were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A relieved smile appeared on his face, and his heart was filled with gratitude for this sudden spiritual rain.
Thousands of miles away in the water alleys of Jiangnan, an embroiderer suffering from a cold put down the embroidery frame in her hand.
She had been suffering from cold for many years and was very weak, but when the rain soaked through her clothes, she felt a warmth rising from her chest.
The warmth gradually spread throughout her body, and her cough that had lasted for many years was relieved a lot.
She closed her eyes, feeling this rare comfort, her heart filled with gratitude for this spiritual rain.
And in the deep mountains of Shu, the ginkgo tree that had been dead for thirty years underwent a miraculous change the moment the rain touched the roots.
The gnarled branches suddenly broke out into new green, and the leaves were condensed with gold foil-like edges, as if showing people the tenacity and magic of life.
These scenes amazed the people around. They all prayed to the sky and thanked God for his gift.
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Xuming Mountain and Xuming Temple
The spiritual energy of Xu Ming Mountain is three times denser than that of the mortal world. It seems like a paradise.
The master of Fusheng Temple gently stroked the bronze incense burner on the altar with his fingertips. The incense ash suddenly gathered into a sweet rain and flowed slowly along the edge of the burner. The scene was like a dream.
The lines on the sleeves of the ancestor's portrait rippled gently, and his originally closed eyes seemed to have a faint light flowing through them.
The viewer clearly saw a hint of smile flash across the eyes in the portrait, as if approving of this unexpected gift.
In the medicine field, Qinglan was being chased by his junior sister.
It turned out that he had picked the wrong resurrection grass just now, and was now holding a muddy medicine basket and hiding behind the hundred-year-old ginseng king.
When the spiritual rain suddenly arrived, the junior sister's scolding suddenly stopped, and she looked at the changes in the medicine field in surprise.
I saw that the intoxicating orchid in the medicine field was sprouting branches at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a colorful halo on the top of the flower bud, which was a sign that it was about to form a spiritual crystal.
This scene stunned both Junior Sister and Qinglan; they couldn't believe their eyes.
"Brother, look!"
The little junior sister excitedly pulled Fuyun's sleeve and shook it. The raindrops on her hair suddenly turned into spots of light and drilled into her eyebrows.
This sudden change surprised and delighted the two men. They quickly sat down cross-legged and felt this wonderful power.
The thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum at the edge of the medicinal field suddenly stretched out its vines and gently placed two Polygonum multiflorum fruits with a milky aroma on their knees.
This was a vision that was not even recorded in the ancient books, which made them feel awe for this spiritual rain.
The tortoise shell in the side hall felt hot in the palm of the temple master's hand. The hexagrams between the tortoise patterns were always chaotic, with only a point of golden light in the center that was as bright as the sun.
The master of the temple was full of doubts. He didn't know what this hexagram meant.
When he adjusted the yarrow stalks for the third time, the tortoise shell suddenly emitted a clear phoenix cry. A golden light flashed across the altar and condensed into a half-line of writing in front of the portrait of the ancestor: "The blue phoenix has arrived, bringing rain. There is no need to ask when it will return."
Senior Sister Fuxia stared at the line of words and suddenly chuckled.
She recalled the little girl who loved to drink her homemade spirit wine more than ten years ago. When she was drunk, she used this "spring breeze and rain" trick to make moss grow on the bluestone bricks of the martial arts field.
Thinking of this, her heart was filled with joy.
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Ah Cai leaned on the edge of the void crack, looking at the replica below who was directing the puppets to build the spiritual rain altar.
After swallowing three bottles of [Top-Grade Spirit Gathering Pills] in succession, the moment her energy level recovered, she saw the last mark she left in this plane: at the foot of a distant mountain, several children were chasing fluorescent butterflies awakened by the spiritual rain.
The butterfly's wings sparkled with beautiful light, and the children's laughter echoed in the air.
The path of the butterfly's wings looked very much like the star map she left in the Tong family's secret room, which made her feel inexplicably warm.
"Next time I'll bring you some glass candy from the Western Regions." A Cai said silently in the direction of the clone.
Her eyes were full of tenderness and expectation, as if she was making an agreement with another self about a beautiful future.
His fingertips slid across the crack in space, and the dark patterns of the solar terms on the hem of his clothes gradually disappeared as his figure became ethereal.
At this moment, the bell of Xu Ming Temple rang. The bell sounded melodious and profound, mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees after the spiritual rain, sealing this gift across dimensions forever in this world that was about to usher in a prosperous era.
This spiritual rain, like a joyful feast, brought endless surprises and hope to people.
In this vibrant world, people feel the magic and beauty of nature, as well as the warmth and care for each other.
Whether it is the camel caravans in the deserts of Mobei, the embroiderers in the water lanes of Jiangnan, the ginkgo trees in the deep mountains of Shu, or the Fu Sheng Temple in Xu Ming Mountain, they all ushered in new vitality and hope in this spiritual rain.