Chapter 130 - 82: Several Good Men_2
"I am Ran Shiqi, pleased to meet you, Temple Master," Ran Yan inclined slightly. "The old nun has long heard of Miss Seventeen’s reputation; no need for formalities, please have a seat," the Temple Master gestured lightly with her hand for Ran Yan to sit on the cushion opposite her.
Ran Yan sighed inwardly. In ancient times, the speed of rumor spreading was no less than that of an era of advanced communication. In less than a month, even this tranquil nunnery had heard of her affairs.
After sitting down, Ran Yan could see clearly the aged nun before her, whose facial skin was as loose as pine bark, cheeks spotted with age spots, and gaunt as deadwood. One could clearly see the outline of her facial skeleton, with lip muscles beginning to atrophy, her mouth puckered inward, and eye sockets slightly sunken, eyes never opening from start to finish.
Wind-blown candle in its last age, the Temple Master’s appearance was the very embodiment of these words.
"In her early years, the old nun learned the Bone Touching Skill for a few days. If Miss Seventeen doesn’t mind, may the old nun have the honor of feeling your bones?" The Temple Master’s hoarse and aged voice trembled slightly with the frailty of old age, adding a hint of a plea to her calm voice, making this sudden topic seem less abrupt.
"Sure." Ran Yan had never witnessed bone touching herself, but she had been highly curious about it. After studying many related books, she still saw no connection between a person’s destiny and their bones.
The Temple Master gently placed her Buddhist prayer beads on the table and reached out, "Miss Seventeen, please give me your hand."