Ever since Xie Xun and her had exchanged souls, Master Miao Yun had instructed her to stay at Xiangguo Temple for two days whenever she had a chance. She even specifically had a courtyard built around this ancient bodhi tree.
She didn't believe in ghosts or gods, but the mysterious and bizarre phenomenon of soul exchange had instilled a measure of reverence in her heart.
Xiangguo Temple was where Fengyu felt most at ease, away from the clamor of the world. Sitting by the windowsill, she watched Qiuxiang and Chunlu busying themselves in the courtyard, while she painted several designs for hair ornaments, including a silver Phoenix Tassel Diagram. Still, she thought the golden version looked better and mused about having Linlang Pavilion produce both styles to see which sold better.
"Miss, most of the pilgrims have left. Shall we head to the main hall?" Chunlu asked after washing her hands clean. Fengyu nodded, and Chunlu took the cloak and helped Fengyu put it on.
