The Young Matriarch

Chapter 494: Chapter 494: How Can a Tree Make a Sound? Chapter 494: Chapter 494: How Can a Tree Make a Sound? Who is Bai Chuwei? She is the Little Fairy that his third uncle is always thinking about. She just needs to say one word, and his third uncle would definitely listen to her.

A sullen voice came from beside him, “Duan Xingye, your chance to be beaten has also come.”

Duan Xingye shrank his neck and hurriedly begged for mercy.

The group bought tickets and entered. Lingyin Temple was quite large, with a history of over a thousand years. There were three main halls, and behind them were the monks’ meditation rooms, scripture towers, and other buildings.

Bai Chuwei said to Duan Feihan, “Hanhan, why don’t you and Duan Xingye go to meet Duan Xiuqi? We won’t go; we’ll just wander around here.”

Duan Feihan nodded, having guessed beforehand that Bai Chuwei would not want to meet Duan Xiuqi, and led Duan Xingye toward the inside.

The number of tourists coming to Lingyin Temple for a visit wasn’t small, it was just that because it was still early morning, there weren’t many people.

Bai Chuwei walked on the bluestone path, looking at the characteristic buildings and said with some emotion, “It has been many years since I last visited.”

Back when Lingyin Temple was built, she had also visited. She hadn’t expected that so many years would pass in the blink of an eye.

As they strolled, they came under a large tree where many people checked in. This tree, lush and robust, was six to seven meters around the waist, and looking up, it stood over twenty meters tall; the closest branches to people were hung with red silk ribbons used for making wishes.

Under the tree, there was a delicate-looking little monk sweeping the ground, and as he swept, he said, “Our tree is called the ‘Phoenix Divine Tree’. According to records in the temple books, it grew suddenly from seedling in the soil, and this tree can make sounds. Moreover, those sounds strung together are like singing, so it is called the Divine Tree.”

Bai Chuwei and the others listened on the side. She gently tugged at the corners of her lips, suddenly recalling the other day when she went to Qingque in the clouds and accidentally knocked off a tree branch.

That tree branch, similar to this Spiritual Tree, rooted upon landing; however, nowadays, it probably wouldn’t be able to grow due to the lack of Spiritual Energy.

The tourists nearby instantly burst into laughter.

“Little monk, monks do not lie. If your mentor finds out you’re spouting nonsense to tourists, be careful or you might be punished and not allowed to eat lunch.”

“Haha, a tree that can voice and sing? How could it be possible?”

The sweeping little monk’s face flushed with earnestness, clutching his broom tightly and seriously declaring, “It’s true, my mentor said he had heard it himself, only the sounds stopped abruptly twenty years ago, I’m not lying.”

The more earnest he was, the more the surrounding tourists laughed.

“Liar!” Suddenly, a child’s tender voice emerged, somewhat aggressive.

Everyone looked up and was instantly frightened.

A small boy around seven or eight years old had somehow climbed up the Phoenix Divine Tree and sat on a branch, looking down at them from a superior position.

The little boy snapped off a small section of the branch and threw it down, “You liar, how could a tree possibly make noise?”

The little monk was so scared his heart nearly stopped, his face turning pale as he dropped the broom and hastily shouted, “Tourist, please don’t break the tree branches, this tree’s condition has been getting worse over the years, some parts don’t even sprout anymore, it will hurt. Please stop breaking them, be careful not to fall.”

Children of this age are truly mischievous; the more you tell them not to do something, the more they want to do it, and the boy sitting above kept insisting the little monk was a liar.

A ethereal and lazy voice gently rose in the crowd, “This tree does indeed have a voice.”