Bu Xingyi finished writing right behind Diwu Yuan, and seeing that Jiang Yuejing had already recited seven passages from memory, he curiously picked them up to read. Before he knew it, he entered a state of deep meditation, his whole being feeling as though it were situated within a boundless grassland, devoid of worldly bustle and emotional turbulence.
Jiang Yuejing paid no attention to them, entirely focused on her recitation, until she suddenly heard a cold snort from Bing Wuhen, followed by him muttering an insult calling her an idiot. Jiang Yuejing rubbed her nose, failing to understand how she had managed to provoke him yet again; unable to figure it out, she simply gave up trying and quickened her pace to continue transcribing the scriptures.
In less than half a day, sixty-four prayer flags had been produced. Jiang Yuejing rubbed her wrists and looked up to see Bu Xingyi and Diwu Yuan meditating. Just as she was about to accuse them of slacking off, Xiaopi tugged on her sleeve and asked, "What do your scriptures actually mean? Why is it that when they read them, they attain enlightenment and enter meditation, but when I read them, I just get a headache and want to sleep?"
Chapter 163