Chapter 282 The Beauty Sleeping by the Tree

Commander Qin follows Lin Luoran down the revolving steps. The veteran commander has seen much of life. He is much more of a calmer than Lin Luoran about the soul wood.

However, Commander Qin can’t keep calm about meeting the crazy Taoist.

The crazy Taoist is his ancestor but looks younger than him in appearance. Commander Qin does not dare to call the crazy Taoist ancestor without permission.

Lin Luoran takes Baojia in her arms and goes down to the end. Then she finds out that the crazy Taoist and Liu Zheng have already dug a large horizontal hole in the center of the soul wood. Broken timbers are all over the place.

Noticing how big the tree hole is, Lin Luoran is shocked, “Master, are you going to let Bao Jia… lay in there?”

It is kind of a strange feeling to put a person in a living tree. What’s more, when the tree gash is closed, how can Baojia breathe? And how can she get food? It makes Lin Luoran full of wonder. The crazy Taoist does not get angry at her words but laughs,

“She is not only the only child of the Qin but also Jiang. I will never hurt her. Boy Qin, how about you, any question?”

Lin Luoran’s face turns red. Commander Qin replies quickly, “It’s all up to you, master.”

Both Baojia’s grandfather and great-great-grandfather think so. In this way, Lin Luoran has nothing to say but carefully puts Baojia in the tree cave under the crazy Taoist’s guidance. The tree hole is so large that a man can almost stand in it. Lin Luoran puts down Baojia in the tree hole. Thinking that she can’t meet her friends any more for a long time, she is reluctant to leave Baojia.

Baojia’s hair is very long. Lin Luoran remembers the snow sword she had just made a few days ago. Merged with snow, it will be more powerful. Even not, it is still enough for her to fight on usual occasions. When she first knew about Baojia’s Taoist root, she wanted to give her the flying sword of the Water. At that time, to encourage Baojia to learn spell sooner, she did not immediately give her the “gift” she had promised. But after the trip to the desert, Baojia has been in deep slumber… Lin Luoran combs Baojia’s hair and helps her to wear a hairpin with phoenix. The sword will be a belated gift. But it can be a surprise when Baojia wakes up. So maybe it is also nice?

The crazy Taoist touches his greasy beard and glances at everyone’s faces. The next second, for the first time, Lin Luoran sees the cultivator’s spell with her own two eyes. Without dazzling light or many gestures, he just lifts his right hand lightly, and then the broken timbers begin to spin up.

More precisely, only parts of them are spinning, like some jigsaw puzzles under his control. They are used to patch the tree. And then the next moment, the big hole, which is enough for people to bend in, disappeared in front of them.

There are still some cracks. The crazy Taoist trans.m.u.tes the rest of the wood into green liquid and then fills the gaps.

From the outside, no one can see that there is a big hollow that can hide a person in the middle of this huge soul wood.

Lin Luoran uses spiritual mind to check it. The soul wood is worthy of its t.i.tle. Baojia is completely hidden.

“Master, all is done, right?” Lin Luoran looks at the soul wood which looks exactly the same as the original. What kind of spell is this? How does it do this?

The crazy Taoist shakes his head, “Let’s go up first.”

Commander Qin goes first, and after him is Liu Zheng. Lin Luoran is still reluctant to leave. Halfway down the stone ladder, the crazy Taoist stops.

“Lin, do you want to learn how to plant magic circles? Today I will show you for free. Watch!”

The crazy Taoist is going to plant magic circles! Not only Lin Luoran, even Liu Zheng hasn’t got the chance to learn it. The two stare at him without blinking.

The crazy Taoist moves his fingers, and then lots of blue stones emerge from the ground they stand on and the walls around them. Under the control of the crazy Taoist, these blue stones go up into the sky slowly.

Lin Luoran’s breathing has speeded up. She can’t be more familiar with these stones: they are reiki-gathering stones! However, these reiki-gathering stones in the crazy Taoist’s hands are better than the one she found, no matter in color or texture. The crazy Taoist is not going to put up a magic circle with reiki-gathering stones as the circle core but as nodes. How luxury it is!

These reiki-gathering stones are as big as basketb.a.l.l.s, and they rotate in orbits like stars. The crazy Taoist concentrates on controlling them. From time to time, he slightly adjusts their movements.

Lin Luoran tries her best to memorize those orbital routes and the position of these reiki-gathering stones which are the lines and nodes of the magic circle.

More importantly, this is a brand-new magic circle for Lin Luoran. It almost has nothing to do with the attack and defense she has learnt.

Liu Zheng is also watching at the beginning. But soon he feels dizzy and the lines and nodes in his brain are messed up. Now he knows part of the reasons why the crazy Taoist doesn’t ask him to learn it. Maybe he does not have enough personal ability. The only thing he can do is closing his eyes to digest the part he has memorized. He can not understand them now. If he continues to look at it, he will hurt himself.

This magic circle is more complicated than the protection circle and the Water Attack circle. Lin Luoran holds on longer than Liu Zheng and remembers the main part of it. But she still feels a pain in her brain.

“I can’t watch it anymore.” Lin Luoran has to give up, and it’s almost the end of it.

The crazy Taoist flicks, and then these reiki-gathering stones in orbits are shot into the ground, walls, or even the tops of caves close to the ground.

The crazy Taoist has begun to do the final step of planting magic circles, inception of spirit.

Two streams of Wakan pour out from his fingertips, one blue and one green. The crazy Taoist also belongs to both the Water and the Wood. Is this a coincidence? Or it’s because of the blood of the Baojia family, which the crazy Taoist calls as the blood of Jiuli Tribe? Maybe no one can solve these questions for her. The next moment, what happens disrupts her thoughts.

There is a fierce water rushing out from the mountainside. Lin Luoran thinks it is torrential flood. But the crazy Taoist shouts, “All of you, get out first!”

Time and tide wait for no man. No matter how many questions Lin Luoran has, she has to take Commander Qin and Liu Zheng out first. She just rushes out with the two men and then she feels the ground shaking violently. Is it an earthquake, or is there something wrong with the planting of the magic circle?

Lin Luoran has no time to think about it. In a flash, she flies in the sky taking Commander Qin and Liu Zheng.

The three of them are in the air, and they witness the collapse of the ancient Qingcheng Taoist Temple…

Lin Luoran is gloomy. If Hui Zhu knows that she breaks down these old houses of Qingcheng Taoist Temple, he would definitely break his promise and put up a desperate fight with her.

All are buried under the ruins: exquisite beams and blue bricks, flowers and trees taken good care of in the garden, and traces of life in Qingcheng Taoist Temple for hundreds of years…

Well, wearing other’s shoes, she will also get mad if someone ruins her home like this.

But where is the crazy Taoist?

Lin Luoran ignores the childish excitement of Commander Qin, and begins to worry about the crazy Taoist.

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In the alley diagonally opposite to the Temple of the the Marquis of Wu, a woman moved in a few days ago. She buys the store and now is preparing for the opening of a flower shop.

There are old houses everywhere in this area. The overall planning is to promote tourism. That’s the reason why these unprofitable old houses can survive from the hands of estate agents. There is also a small yard behind the shop on the first floor, which is enough for a family to move in.

Today the shop does not open yet. The hostess is conducting a delivery truck to move a flower tree, wrapped in plastic film, over the wall into the yard. Because it has been bundled up, the neighbors can not know which kind of tree it is. From the way its owner treating it, it should be a very expensive breed.

Owing to her good looking and pa.s.sion, the hostess becomes integrated with her neighbors just in a few days. Holding a gla.s.s of water in hand, another hostess selling Tibetan jewelry next to her asks curiously,

“Yang, what kind of tree is this? Is it expensive?”

The shopkeeper, Yang, shakes her head with a smile, “Not at all. It has been with me for many years. I don’t want to abandon it so I always take it with me when I move house.”

Some people love pets, some flowers, and some trees. It’s no big deal. So the other hostess just forgets it and invites Yang to have lunch with her.

“How could I? I have had two meals at your house, Sister Dong!” Speaking of two meals, the young Ms. Yang blushes, a little embarra.s.sed.

The hostess Dong, waves her hands, “What are you talking about! My son really likes your delicious Herb and Rib soup. I really want to learn it from you. That’s the deal. Just come to my house for lunch at noon.”

Yang can’t refuse it so she just says yes. After a while, the tree has been put in the yard. The mover asks her if she needs some men to help with planting the tree. Yang smiles and turns down the offer with dimpled cheeks, “All my neighbors are so nice and helpful, so I won’t bother you.”

The man gets it, “Then Miss Yang, please sign for it.”

She nods and takes over the pen. She signs her name “Yang Lisha” in the s.p.a.ce. The name is very common. Her handwriting is just like her, both very beautiful.

After the movers leave, Yang Lisa does not ask her neighbors to help her plant the tree. Instead, she moves some bonsai and flowers from the car and puts them in the yard. When she just finishes watering them, Dong asks her to join their lunch.

This girl is just in her early twenties, but she has a natural ability to put people at ease. The honey-lipped girl is very funny. Even the difficult in-laws of Dong like her so much that they keep putting food onto her plate.

After lunch, Dong asks her if she needs some help with planting the tree when Yang Lisa offers to clean up the dishes,

“The movers have already helped me with it. I can handle such trifle. Don’t worry, Sister Dong.”

In the afternoon, the business of the Tibetan jewelry store is so good that Dong totally forgets to take a look at Yang Lisa’s beloved tree. In the backyard of the flower shop, Yang Lisha cuts off the plastic film. She erects the huge Acacia tree and puts it in a large pit dug long ago with unbelievable strength.

She is so gentle that most buds in the tree haven’t fallen down.

The crown of the tree is like a cloud, almost covering the whole small yard.

The thick branches make it difficult for others to see everything in the courtyard. Yang Lisa covers the tree lightly with earth and waters it. She looks kind of tired.

“We are together again. Do you like our new home?”

She leans her face on the tree, looked like a cute and warm little girl, like the refreshing half-opened gladioli in this yard.

The spring sunshine is cozy. Maybe because home moving is really exhausting, she falls asleep soundly very soon.

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