Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 140 Senior Sister's Dignity and Little Joys

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On the other side, the top floor of Biyunxuan.

Chen Anran watched as Huiming carefully folded the newly bought clothes one by one and put them into the guest room wardrobe. Although his movements still had the rigidity of a monk, he was much more composed than when he first arrived, when he was at a loss.

"Master," Huiming said respectfully, turning around after putting away the last piece of clothing, "would this humble monk like to grow his hair out?"

Looking at his bald head and casual clothes in the mirror, he felt that he looked somewhat out of place.

"Whatever you want." Chen Anran sat down on the living room sofa without looking up, flipping through a philosophy book by Wei Qingyi in her hand. "Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents, and they will all return to dust; they are all appearances. Your heart is set on Buddhism, so why be so fixated on whether you have black hair or not?"

Upon hearing this, Huiming seemed to ponder for a moment, then bowed and said, "I will follow the Master's teachings; it was I who was attached to appearances."

He touched his bald head, seemingly at peace. Since the sage said that one shouldn't be attached to appearances and material things, then it's better to remain as they are, so that he can always remind himself of where he came from and where he has come from.

Just then, a soft click came from the fingerprint lock opening at the door, and Wei Qingyi pushed the door open and entered.

Wei Qingyi walked in, hanging her plain canvas bag on the coat rack in the entryway with her usual slow and gentle movements. After changing into her slippers, she looked up and met Chen Anran's gaze, as well as Huiming standing respectfully to the side.

"Senior sister is back," Chen Anran said.

"Fairy Wei." Huiming clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

Wei Qingyi responded, her lips curving into a softer smile than usual. Though still aloof, a faint hint of joy flickered in the depths of her eyes, like a small fish swimming silently beneath a frozen lake.

Her gaze swept over the refreshed Huiming, and she nodded. "This outfit suits you very well."

Huiming hurriedly said, "Thank you, Fairy Wei. It was the Immortal who led this humble monk to arrange it."

After changing into her slippers, Wei Qingyi turned and walked towards the living room, her steps lighter than usual. She raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and as her fingertips brushed against her earlobe, she unconsciously hummed a tuneless melody.

Chen Anran looked up from between the pages of the book, his gaze lingering on her face for two seconds.

Wei Qingyi walked to the sofa and sat down, only then realizing her actions. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She cleared her throat, suppressing her excitement, and casually mentioned, "I went to school today to handle course selection matters and encountered some interesting things."

"Oh?" Chen Anran raised an eyebrow, put down her book, and looked at Wei Qingyi with interest. "What interesting thing could make Senior Sister so...happy?"

Wei Qingyi gripped the sofa fabric with her fingertips, avoiding his gaze, "When I was choosing courses, I ran into a professor from the department who said that the legal case analysis I submitted last time was selected as an outstanding example for the year."

Wei Qingyi didn't want to tell Chen Anran that she was working outside to earn money again. If she did, her junior brother would definitely help her again.

As for Wei Qingyi, as a senior sister, she also has the dignity of a senior sister. How can she rely on her junior brother for everything? What kind of senior sister would she be?

Wei Qingyi added, "Also, the librarian said that the catalog of ancient books I helped organize before solved many of their search problems, so he specially reserved a newly reproduced copy of the laws from the Daqian period for me."

This world has the Three Pure Ones and the legend of Journey to the West, but its history is completely different from Chen Anran's original world. The Great Qian period was a dynasty in this world three thousand years ago.

Chen Anran looked up at the barely concealed smile in her eyes. Wei Qingyi was always composed, and even after achieving considerable success in the Yunyin Sect, he rarely showed such outward emotions. He put down the book in his hand. "A copy of the laws from the Daqian era? That's quite rare."

"Hmm." Wei Qingyi nodded, took out the thread-bound manuscript from the canvas bag. The cover was made of simple blue cloth, and the corners still carried a faint scent of ink. "The administrator said that this is a unique copy, which records many cases of conflicts between folk sacrifices and laws during the Daqian period. I think this can help me clarify the issue of 'the boundary between secular order and the intervention of the cultivation world'."

Chen Anran smiled bitterly to himself. It seemed that Wei Qingyi had not given up on how to maintain world order after the spiritual power recovered in the future.

Huiming stood to the side, hands clasped together, a respectful expression on his face: "Benefactor Wei's studies are progressing diligently, truly a model for juniors. Although I am not well-versed in the law, I know that clear boundaries are essential for steady and long-term progress. I believe this copy will surely help you resolve your confusion."

Wei Qingyi looked at Huiming and nodded, "Cultivation and scholarship have something in common."

Chen Anran watched the two talking, then turned her gaze to the copy in Wei Qingyi's hand, and then to the lingering smile in her eyes. Suddenly, she spoke up: "Since you've gotten something good, how about adding a dish tonight?"

Wei Qingyi was taken aback for a moment, then a slight smile curved her lips: "Okay. But you'll have to go buy the ingredients. I walked quite a bit at school this afternoon and I'm a little tired."

"Anything is fine, just something light."

As Wei Qingyi spoke, she opened the Qing Dynasty law copybook, her fingertips resting on the yellowed pages, her eyes focused yet with a hint of pleasure.

Seeing her serious expression, Chen Anran turned and left.

Seeing Chen Anran leave, Huiming said to Wei Qingyi, "Fairy Wei, shall I go to the kitchen and prepare the vegetables?"

Wei Qingyi looked up and smiled, "Thank you for your trouble, Master Huiming."

Huiming responded and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Wei Qingyi was left alone in the living room. She looked down at the copy in her hand, and the smile on her lips deepened.

After filming is finished and we have the money, besides investing in cultivation schools, we can even use some of it to support our sect. Now, it won't be just our junior brother supporting our Yunyin Sect anymore.

We can make a few more movies in the next few years, and then we'll have everything we need.

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Chen Anran went downstairs to the nearby fresh food supermarket. He wandered among the neatly arranged shelves, his eyes scanning the dazzling array of goods, but his mind was on Wei Qingyi's appearance just now. She rarely showed her emotions so openly, and although she thought she hid it well, how could he not sense that subtle joy?

"Order..." Chen Anran repeated Wei Qingyi's words in a low voice, picked up a box of pretty-looking soft tofu, and weighed some fresh shrimp. "Senior Sister is really obsessed with this."

Back on the top floor of Biyun Pavilion, the aroma of rice wafted from the kitchen. Huiming was busy in the kitchen, carefully pouring the rice-rinsing water into the sink with meticulous movements, as if performing some kind of ritual.

Wei Qingyi was still sitting on the living room sofa reading the law copy when she heard the door open and looked up.

"I bought tofu and shrimp. How about making a shrimp and tofu soup, and stir-frying some seasonal vegetables?" Chen Anran said while changing her shoes.

"Okay." Wei Qingyi nodded, her gaze returning to the pages of the book, but she didn't seem as focused as before.

Chen Anran carried the ingredients into the kitchen, and Huiming quickly made way for him, saying respectfully, "Master, is there anything this humble monk can do for you?"