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Night falls, and the moonlight shrouds the garden of the Ni Chang mansion in a serene silence. Ni Chang stands by the window, her eyes revealing deep curiosity. Her gaze falls upon an ancient temple near the mansion, sparking a desire for exploration in her heart.
Ye Ran quietly watches Ni Chang from the side, and seeing the turbulent waves in her eyes, he softly asks, "Miss, what are you thinking?" His voice is unusually gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night.
Ni Chang Turned around, her eyes shimmering with anticipation: "I've always been curious about that ancient temple. Tonight, I want to go and explore it. Would you be willing to accompany me?" Her voice was filled with anticipation.
Ye Ran Smiled slightly, a hint of playfulness in his eyes: "Exploring the ancient temple at night? Sounds quite interesting. Let's go, I'll accompany you."
Two people lightly dressed and quietly left the mansion, heading towards the direction of the ancient temple. In the night, the silhouette of the ancient temple appeared particularly deep and mysterious, with the shadows of the trees lengthening in the moonlight, adding a sense of mystery to the night journey.
Upon reaching the ancient temple, Ni Chang couldn't help but slow down her steps, her eyes revealing a sense of awe for the ancient temple. The stone lions in front of the temple appeared simple and solemn in the moonlight, as if warning the visitors of the night.
Ye Ran noticed Ni Chang's hesitation and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, although this place is ancient, it also holds many stories." His voice carried a hint of encouragement.
Upon hearing Ye Ran's words, Ni Chang's fear lessened slightly. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and together with Ye Ran, pushed open the doors of the ancient temple.
Inside the ancient temple, the lights were sparse, and the Buddha statues appeared solemn and mysterious in the dim light. Ni Chang's gaze wandered around the temple, her face showing a strong interest in Buddhist studies and history. She softly asked, "This ancient temple must have many untold stories, right?"
Ye Ran listened quietly nearby, his eyes revealing a hint of admiration. He replied, "Every ancient temple has its own past, some bear witness to wars, while others hold the sediment of history. This place is no exception."
Ni Chang listened to Ye Ran's words, her curiosity deepening in her eyes. She walked gently to a Buddha statue and observed it carefully. She said to Ye Ran, "The carving technique of this Buddha statue is very delicate, and every detail reveals the craftsman's dedication."
Ye Ran walked to Ni Chang's side, his gaze also falling on the Buddha statue. His voice carried a hint of solemnity, "Indeed, these Buddha statues are not only works of art, but also symbols of faith."
Ni Chang nodded, her eyes shimmering with a profound understanding and respect for Buddhist studies. She said to Ye Ran, "I always feel that Buddhist studies contain many profound wisdom, which can be quite inspiring for life."
Upon hearing Ni Chang's words, Ye Ran's eyes showed a hint of agreement. He said, "Indeed, many thoughts in Buddhist studies also provide considerable enlightenment for us martial artists."
The moonlight is like water, gently shining on the stone path. Ni Chang and Ye Ran sit in a corner of the temple, surrounded by silence, only occasionally interrupted by the sound of the wind and rustling leaves.
Ni Chang is dressed in an elegant long dress, her face showing a hint of weariness, but her eyes shimmer with light. She begins to talk about Buddhist studies, her voice soft and rhythmic: "Ran, do you know that Buddhist studies emphasize the tranquility of the mind and the purification of the inner self?"
Ye Ran quietly listened, a hint of a roguish smile on his lips, but his eyes revealed a serious expression. He responded, "A calm heart can perceive the world. Martial arts are the same, not just about external strength, but more about inner cultivation and insight into the world."
Ni Chang, intrigued by Ye Ran's words, asked curiously, "So what unique insights do you have about martial arts?"
Ye Ran After a moment of contemplation, he slowly said, "Martial arts is not just the practice of techniques, but also a refinement of life. Every sword swing is not only an attack on the enemy, but also a tempering of one's own inner self."
Ni Chang After listening, her eyes showed deep contemplation, and she softly said, "I see, martial arts and Buddhist studies, seemingly different, yet ultimately lead to the same goal."
The conversation between the two slowly unfolds in this quiet night, as they exchange their own understanding and insights.
Moonlight penetrates through the temple window, casting onto the two, elongating their shadows. The gentle night breeze brings a hint of coolness. Ni Chang leans against the pillar, his face full of admiration for the profound wisdom in Ye Ran's words.
Ye Ran stood quietly beside her, listening to Ni Chang's words, gaining a deeper understanding of this proud yet innocent young lady. A previously unseen wave of emotion rose in his heart.
Ni Chang and Ye Ran strolled through the ancient temple, which appeared even more tranquil and mysterious in the moonlight. They slowly made their way through the courtyard, surrounded by towering ancient trees, admiring the ancient and elegant architecture and sculptures in the temple.
Suddenly, a deep and gentle voice sounded in the night: "Visitors, what brings you to the temple at this late hour?" With these words, an old monk slowly emerged, his eyes revealing depth and wisdom.
Ni Chang was slightly surprised, then respectfully clasped his hands together and bowed, "May I ask who you are, venerable sir?"
The old monk's gaze fell on Ni Chang, with a calm expression: "I am the abbot of this temple, may I ask where the benefactor comes from?"
Ye Ran seemed pensive, observing the old monk's every move, and inwardly cautious. He replied frankly, "We are just curious and wanted to take a walk in this ancient temple."
The old monk nodded slightly, with an unfathomable light in his eyes: "Curiosity is inherent in all people. But since you have come to this place, it is fate. Please follow me." With that, he turned and led Ni Chang and Ye Ran towards the Buddha hall.
In the deep night of the ancient temple, silence and tranquility enveloped the entire space. The air was filled with incense, and wisps of smoke slowly drifted in the air, creating a distant and mysterious atmosphere. Following the old monk's instructions, Ni Chang and Ye Ran slowly sat on the cushions in front of the Buddha statue. As the old monk chanted softly, their hearts gradually calmed down.
Not long after, the old monk opened his eyes. His gaze was deep and calm as he looked at Ni Chang, and he slowly spoke words that made her heart tremble: "Young disciple, there is a thread of calamity on you, and you were supposed to encounter a fatal disaster."
Ni Chang's heart tightened suddenly, a hint of unease in her eyes, her hands unconsciously clenched. Her body trembled slightly, her face turning pale. Ye Ran immediately furrowed his brow, a flash of anger in his eyes as he bluntly retorted, "Old monk, you are just fear-mongering!"
The old monk shook his head, his expression still calm. There was a hint of profound meaning in his words: "Don't be angry, benefactor. What I said is not false. But because of your encounter with the little benefactor, her destiny has changed greatly."
Upon hearing this, Ni Chang couldn't help but look at Ye Ran, her eyes carrying a hint of reliance. Ye Ran's face remained serious, but the worry in her eyes became more apparent.
The old monk continued, "The two of you meeting is a fortunate coincidence. This fate will bring a turning point for the young benefactor. But the future path still needs to be walked by oneself."
Ni Chang's panic slightly eased, but she still felt uneasy. She asked softly, "Then how should I avoid this destined calamity?" Her voice carried a hint of confusion and plea for help.
The old monk closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Cultivate the mind, do good deeds, live with right mindfulness, and cherish the precious connections that come from the donors."
Ni Chang listened and a hint of understanding arose in her heart. A grateful smile appeared on her face as she said, "Thank you for your guidance, venerable monk. I will remember."
Ye Ran looked at Ni Chang's gradually calming expression, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A mischievous smile played at the corner of his mouth, but deep down, he made a firm decision that he would protect Ni Chang at all costs and not let her suffer any harm.
In the deep night of the ancient temple, the entire space was shrouded in silence. Ye Ran's gaze was firm and profound as he looked at Ni Chang, and his voice was deep and powerful, full of promise: "No matter what, I will be by your side, protecting you."
Ni Chang turned to look at Ye Ran, her eyes shimmering with gratitude, and softly responded, "Thank you, Ran." Her voice carried a hint of vulnerability and unease, but at the same time, it also held firm trust.
The old monk smiled, his eyes filled with compassion and wisdom, and slowly stood up, saying, "Good friends, our fate for tonight has come to an end. Please, go back." His voice carried a hint of profound and endless meaning.
Ni Chang and Ye Ran said their goodbyes, leaving the temple and walking out of the ancient monastery. They strolled along the stone path, their hearts seeming to draw closer in the silent dialogue of the night.
On the way back to the mansion, Ni Chang and Ye Ran each fell into contemplation. Ni Chang felt lost and worried about the future, but at the same time, she held onto a glimmer of hope. She softly said, "Ran, no matter what happens in the future, I believe that with you, everything will be alright."
Ye Ran looked at Ni Chang with a hint of tenderness in his eyes and replied with a playful smirk, "Of course, with me around, what do you have to fear?" Although his tone was light, his eyes conveyed a steadfast commitment.
As the night deepened, the mansion fell into a tranquil silence. Ni Chang and Ye Ran each retreated to their own rooms, lost in contemplation. Despite the challenges that fate may bring, they were ready to face them together, hand in hand, and weather every storm on their journey.
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