Qin Chuan was very curious. What kind of place could a woman find interesting and fun? He followed the woman with curiosity.
"What is it that you find fun? I'm really looking forward to it," Qin Chuan said.
"Um, maybe it's not very fun for you..." Fan Qingchen said
, taken aback. Qin Chuan thought about it and realized that women like her might have different feelings than normal people, so his initial curiosity had been dampened somewhat.
However, he was still very curious. At least this way, he could find out what she meant by "fun," and perhaps find a way to break down some of her defenses.
Hmm, a cave!
This was a very secluded cave. Because there was an array outside the cave, it was already hidden, and there was also an array, and a sophisticated one at that.
This made Qin Chuan even more curious. What kind of place was this? What was inside that she found interesting?
Hmm?
Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback when he entered. There were Buddha statues everywhere. The Buddha statues weren't very large, about the size of a normal person.
However, these Buddha statues were very solemn, lifelike, exquisite, and full of spirit, possessing a powerful Buddhist nature.
Qin Chuan hadn't expected that what she called "fun" was this place, but considering her dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, he understood. Perhaps only these things could interest her.
Fan Qingchen didn't stop, continuing to pull Qin Chuan forward, which puzzled him; it seemed this wasn't fun. They
walked further in, and the cave seemed to be a long corridor, lined with Buddha statues on both sides, stretching endlessly.
A quarter of an hour—a quarter of an hour! The two walked quite fast, indicating how deep the cave was and how many Buddha statues there were, perhaps thousands, even tens of thousands.
However, these statues were all the same size, not very large, until they reached the very back, where a few large Buddha statues appeared.
Qin Chuan's gaze had barely settled on those statues when Fan Qingchen gently tugged at him and pointed to a wall not far away.
Only then did Qin Chuan notice the wall covered in densely packed golden characters. At first glance, they looked like characters, but after a while, he realized he didn't recognize them.
That wasn't the strange part; the strange thing was that these characters were moving, like tadpoles, constantly shifting.
It might have been readable initially, but the constant movement was quite dazzling, leaving Qin Chuan bewildered.
This was truly amusing, and certainly entertaining for women. However, Qin Chuan didn't recognize the characters.
Even his Golden Divine Eyes were useless; he couldn't decipher them. For the first time, Qin Chuan found himself unable to see through or understand it.
"What is this?" Qin Chuan asked curiously.
"It's a special kind of Buddhist script, but it keeps changing. I've copied down a lot, but I still can't understand it; it doesn't form sentences," Fan Qingchen said. Fan
Qingchen didn't have special eyes; he could only memorize and copy down little by little. However, the script kept changing, resulting in repetitions in his copying.
Therefore, it had been a long time since he could understand it, as there were many characters, at least several thousand.
Hearing Fan Qingchen's words, Qin Chuan's face lit up. "I can memorize the characters for you, but the order is difficult."
Qin Chuan knew that the characters were in a random order; with so many characters in such a disordered state, it would be extremely difficult to straighten them out and form a coherent text.
But since he had nothing better to do, Qin Chuan decided to give it a try. He used his Golden Divine Eye to directly copy the images, not just one, but every single change.
He copied them dozens, even hundreds of times,
to see if he could discern any patterns.
After copying, Qin Chuan had to write them down, which was a real pain, as he had to write a lot.
That night, Qin Chuan naturally stayed in the stone hall. He had considered going outside since there was a wooden hut, but thinking he wouldn't find an opportunity to get closer to Fan Qingchen, he stubbornly stayed in the stone hall.
Of course, Fan Qingchen didn't let Qin Chuan go to the bedroom, but only to the living room. The living room wasn't large, and neither was the bedroom.
Although there was a door between them, the distance wasn't far; they could even clearly hear each other's breathing.
In fact, the distance was less than two meters, as they were only separated by a wall.
This wall was negligible for their cultivation levels; it was as if they were lying right next to each other.
"Are you asleep?" Qin Chuan asked with a smile.
"No, what's wrong?" Fan Qingchen said softly.
"Do you believe in fate?" Qin Chuan asked.
"I haven't thought about that."
"Then do you want to think about it now?"
"Okay!"
"I don't believe!"
Fan Qingchen said after a while.
"Why don't you believe?"
"Why should I believe?"
Qin Chuan felt a black line on his forehead, but he still smiled and said, "In this vast sea of people, so many people, countless memories, the way we are getting along now, don't you think that's fate?"
Fan Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, then wouldn't fate be everywhere in life? For example, this mountain, this stone palace, even what I eat, what I use, what I see, wouldn't all of that be fate?"
Qin Chuan was speechless. This was the first time he had met a woman like this. For most people, such a question would seem beautiful, but in Fan Qingchen's eyes, it was insignificant.
Qin Chuan shook his head and said, "You're right. Everything you encounter in life is fate. Don't you think so? After all, in this vast world, anything you meet is just a drop in the ocean compared to the whole universe. Don't you think it's amazing, so full of destiny?"
Fan Qingchen was silent for a while before speaking, "Even if it's fate, so what?"
"Don't you think we should cherish fate?"
"How can we cherish it!"
Qin Chuan smiled. He noticed things were slowly changing, but he didn't know if he could change it little by little, in his own way.
"For example, our meeting is fate. We should cherish it, nurture it, and bring us closer. Because our meeting is not uncommon, and being able to sleep together like this is a fate cultivated over thousands of years..."
Fan Qingchen rolled her eyes, looking incredibly beautiful, but Qin Chuan couldn't see it.
"Sleepy, go to sleep!" Fan Qingchen said softly.
Qin Chuan's initially positive mood faded. He said goodnight and could only choose to go to sleep.
The next day, Qin Chuan woke up very early. Before he even got up, Fan Qingchen had already come out. In the morning, she was dressed neatly, and her lazy expression made Qin Chuan pause in surprise.
Qin Chuan didn't even know how to describe her beauty. This woman's beauty was extraordinary, surpassing even the most fatal attraction.
"Good morning!" Fan Qingchen greeted him with a smile.
"Good morning!" Qin Chuan responded instinctively.