However, Xie Yuqing was indeed cold enough that Yan Shuanghua's words were of no use. When she was taken away, Yun bixue's consciousness came to the space between Xie Yuqing's brows and followed him into the temple.
Xie Yuqing walked into Qingling temple and sat quietly on the side, listening to the monks recite the Scriptures.
Between Xie Yuqing's brows, Yun bixue felt as if she was bathed in the sound of Sanskrit. Her body and mind became clear, and she felt as if everything was empty.
In fact, she could not tell if it was real or fake, whether it was a dream or reality.
The truth and falsehood seemed to only be related to the thoughts in one's heart.
After everyone finished reading, Xie Yuqing also got up and left.
Yun bixue was puzzled. Did he come to Qingling temple just to listen to the chanting of Sutras?
