The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 468 Giving and Giving

[There are about 2500 words to add more tonight...]

When Jingyi walked into the meditation room with her bundle in her hands, Miaoyu had already received a report from the fat nun, so she stopped meditating cross-legged at this time, and just walked around in the room like ants in a hot pot, shaking the cloud that flung the big black sleeves. Satin is generally floating.

Seeing Jingyi push the door open, she subconsciously took half a step forward, opened her mouth to speak but stopped.

Jingyi subconsciously avoided her gaze, and said evasively: "I led Uncle Jiao to the main hall, and he said...he said he would wait for senior sister for a quarter of an hour."

Miaoyu gritted her teeth when she heard the words, and was about to walk out sullenly.

Now that she has lost her body to Jiao Shun, what she is struggling with right now is whether to 'open the door to welcome guests' in front of the Buddha, and not to cut off contact with Jiao Shun from now on.

Just now, he didn't come out to greet him immediately, but it was just because he couldn't save face.

Now that he heard that Jiao Shun had set a deadline, he immediately thought of all the things he had encountered before, and knew that if he went against his will, he might have another tribulation, so he couldn't care less about being ashamed for a while.

Besides, even if we meet face to face, it may not be necessary to do it in front of the Buddha...

"Sister!"

Miaoyu was walking out deceiving herself, when Jingyi suddenly stopped her again, handed the bundle in her hand forward, and said falteringly: "This, this..."

"What's in here?"

Seeing that she couldn't say a whole sentence for a long time, Miaoyu couldn't help frowning and asked: "What else are you hiding from me?"

Jingyi opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak, so she took half a step forward and lifted the burden in front of Miaoyu.

Seeing this, Miaoyu untied it suspiciously and took a look, then her complexion suddenly changed, she retreated two steps as if she saw a scourge, feeling ashamed and angry in her heart, her swollen ears were completely red, biting The teeth questioned word by word: "He, how dare he?!"

Jingyi was speechless and could only continue to remain silent.

After a long while, Miaoyu finally suppressed the turmoil of her breath, and then asked knowingly with the last hope: "Where did this thing come from?"

Jingyi couldn't stay silent anymore, so she could only put her chin on her collarbone and murmured, "It was given by Uncle Jiao, and he said that he would only wait for a quarter of an hour after giving it."

Since then, Miaoyu has no more hope, walked to the futon in a daze, and sat down on it like a puppet with broken strings, her face that was originally flushed with shame and anger also lost a little bit of blood.

Jingyi waited for a while, and saw that she was sitting on the futon as if she had lost her soul, and there was no more to say, so she couldn't help reminding: "Senior sister, he is still waiting in the main hall..."

Miaoyu interrupted her by raising her hand, and then flung her sleeves weakly in the direction of the door.

Jingyi knew that this meant letting her go out, she wanted to say something more, but she didn't know what to say, so she let out a long sigh, turned and walked outside.

When she reached the door, she stopped suddenly, bit her lower lip and looked back at her young lady, then quietly put the bundle on the ground, then left the meditation room, and closed the door from the outside.

The sound of the door closing seemed to wake Miaoyu awake.

She raised her head slightly, and her beautiful eyes immediately fixed on the little burden, and the pale and dull melon seed face gradually became mixed.

I regretted it for a while, regretted that after I was kicked out by the Rongguo Mansion, I didn't listen to Jingyi and went back to my hometown in Jiangnan. Otherwise, how could I have fallen into such a situation?
Momentary hate, hate that Jiao Shun pressed on with the design step by step, refused to give up after getting his own body, insisted on pulling off the last layer of fig leaf, naked humiliation!
Momentary resentment, resentment for the Buddha and Bodhisattva who arbitrarily accepted his own incense, but sat back and watched himself get into trouble again and again!
I was afraid for a while, afraid that if Jiao Shun didn't succeed, he would come up with new tricks to humiliate himself—even if he didn't use new tricks, he would just drive himself from this monastery back to that nameless temple...

Thinking of the ruined temple that she hadn't been to for two days, Miaoyu shuddered unconsciously, the filthy fantasy in her mind had overflowed the gate of the temple, and there was nowhere to set foot in the courtyard.

Do not!
If she had to choose, she wouldn't even set foot in that alley!
But if you want to stay away from that ruined temple, you have to...

Miaoyu's eyes, blurred by fantasy, focused on the burden again. Although her shame and indignation had inexplicably weakened a lot, she really couldn't summon up the courage to wear those things on her body.

Just like that, time passed by.

Miaoyu felt as if she had been entangled for a century, and when Jingyi knocked on the door to remind her that a quarter of an hour had passed, she was suddenly shocked by how fast time had passed.

Is it too late?
Miaoyu's heart was full of uneasiness about the future, but she let out a sigh of relief—even if there would be a flood tomorrow, at least she didn't have to make a choice today.

However, at this moment, a conversation between the fat nun and Jingyi was heard outside the door.

"Why are you here again?"

"Senior Sister! Why hasn't this host come out to entertain guests?!"

The fat nun's voice was full of panic and eagerness: "The benevolent Mr. Jiao was about to leave just now, and we persuaded him with great difficulty! Senior sister, please ask the host to come forward, if not..."

Jingyi interrupted her, and scolded: "If not, what would happen? Are you in charge of this temple, or is the host in charge?!"

The fat nun said again: "The host is the master! But the host can take over the Muni Academy, thanks to the generosity of Uncle Jiao, how can he neglect him now?"

Although the elite soldiers and generals in this temple were all taken away by the old abbot, the ones left behind were either lazy or dull.

But this does not mean that no one can see through the truth of Miaoyu's entry into the Muni Temple. After all, the matter of keeping the outer room in the Taoist temple has existed since ancient times. There is no shortage of nuns and female crowns who specialize in physical alms!
Especially after seeing that the new host was quite repulsive to the Zhaihui, everyone put all their expectations on the big benefactor behind the new host.

Who would have thought that Miaoyu would not be seen behind closed doors when the great gold master came to the door!
This made all the nuns very anxious, if the temple really cut off their income, what would they do?

If you can’t recite the scriptures completely, don’t know how to manage accounts, can’t solve fortune-telling and fortune-telling, and can’t make alms for donations, if you want to place orders elsewhere, no one will ask for it.

As for returning to vulgarity, marrying too old, farming too tiring, working part-time... it is impossible to work part-time, and only in this temple can one survive.

So seeing that Jiao Shun was about to leave, the fat and thin nun who was the leader greeted him, and seven or eight bald-headed women joined the battle, stopping him in a daze.

And these two fat and thin nuns rushed to the meditation room to talk.

Listening to what they said, Jingyi seemed to have guessed something. She was flustered, but her face became colder, and she put her hips on her hips and scolded: "Why don't you give generously?! That's because the host doesn't want to be tainted with money. That's why I entrusted Uncle Jiao to act on his behalf, you all heard from hearsay..."

"Jingyi!"

At this time, Miaoyu's voice suddenly came from inside the door, Jingyi hurriedly stopped her mouth and turned her head to listen, and then she heard Miaoyu tremble again: "Let, let him wait a little longer."

Jingyi opened her mouth in shock, then hurriedly raised her hand to cover it, turned her head and scolded the fat nun: "Didn't you hear what the host said? Hurry up and report it to Uncle Jiao!"

The fat and thin nun got the letter, so she went happily.

Jingyi was stunned outside the door for a while, and subconsciously wanted to push the door to enter the meditation room, but found that the door had already been locked.

She found out more and more, so she was stunned outside the door again.

After another half an hour, Miaoyu pushed the door and came out, greeting with a delicate oval face: "Let's go, go to the Daxiong Palace."

As he spoke, he passed by Jingyi.

Jingyi looked at her back and hesitated to speak, but in the end she just sighed secretly and followed her step by step.

Along the way, although Miaoyu tried her best to pretend to be indifferent, but the closer she got to the Daxiong Palace, the heavier her steps became. It seemed that she had not just changed into a small dress, but put on a layer of invisible shackles.

Knowing that she saw the nuns gathered in front of the door, Miaoyu gritted her teeth and said coldly, "What are you doing here? They're leaving soon!"

Seeing that she finally came, all the nuns were secretly happy, so no one cared about her attitude, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After going to the 'human wall', the burly figure in the hall immediately came into view, like a mountain, and instantly crushed Miaoyu's spine.

She took unprecedentedly heavy steps, one step at a time, and it took half a stick of incense before she approached the hall.

Then she stopped and turned to look at Jingyi.

Jingyi immediately closed the door of the palace knowingly.

Afterwards, Jingyi stood in a daze in front of the door, until two shy and panicked exclamations suddenly broke out in the hall, and she seemed to be burned, and quickly moved away from the hall door.

It's just that although the person is far away, his heart flies into it instead, and his mind is full of the scene of those little clothes combined with his own lady—because he doesn't know which one Miaoyu is wearing, and he still rotates like a lantern .

At this time, I suddenly saw the nuns who had left just now, and ran back happily.

Jingyi was taken aback, and quickly blocked the 'Dress of Love' in her mind, and snapped, "What are you doing here again?! Don't you even listen to the host?!"

"Senior sister, don't worry!"

Seeing her stern voice, and looking at the closed hall door, the most clever fat nun knew that she had interrupted the host's good business, so she hurriedly explained: "It's a carload of round-grained rice and white noodles, and countless oils and salts. The ingredients and incense and lamp oil are coming, so we hurried to ask the Lord... Please ask the senior sister to come forward and count."

"Japonic rice white noodles?"

Jingyi didn't react for a while, and asked instead: "Where did these things come from?"

"Naturally..."

The fat nun glanced into the hall, then quickly retracted it, pretending to be honest and said: "Of course it was given by Uncle Jiao. I heard from the driver who delivered the goods that the things were already prepared outside. Uncle Jiao ordered, wait for two If he doesn't go out within a quarter of an hour, he will send the things into the temple."

It was only then that Jingyi suddenly realized, and looked back at the hall with a complicated expression, and then ordered decisively: "Just go and count the numbers yourself."

Where can she go now?

But then he added: "Wait a while... I will ask Uncle Jiao tomorrow morning, and I will check with you!"

She originally wanted to talk to Ming Jiao Shun for a while, but then she thought about it, she had tossed and tossed for a long time last time, so she hurriedly postponed it to the next day.

All the nuns responded eagerly, and went outside to hand over happily. Seeing the bags of rice, white noodles, incense, candles and lamp oil being carried down from the car, the nuns were as happy as they were in the New Year.

They were all prostitutes in the past, and it was not difficult to fill their stomachs on weekdays, but it was wishful thinking to eat this polished rice and white noodles every day.

Now that all the cronies of the host who are on the top of the head have left, but they have received so many donations, everyone will naturally have a share in the future!

The skinny nun clasped together excitedly: "Amitabha, Amitabha, I thought that with a new host, the monthly fast meeting would not be able to continue, and we would have to suffer for a while. Whoever makes it, whoever makes it..."

"I've already guessed this will happen!"

The fat nun was triumphant: "Think about it, if you can rent out a temple as something, you can also be a master who is short of money? With the arrival of the new master, we will have a good life in the future!"

Someone continued: "That's right, this new host is even better than the old host!"

"That is!"

Another person laughed and said: "The old host only relied on one mouth, but our new host has more abilities. I'm afraid..."

"What nonsense!"

The fat nun stepped forward and pushed her, and said solemnly: "Are you tired of work? How dare you talk about these things!"

As he said that, he looked around: "In the future, if anyone dares to spread gossip outside, it would be better to be driven away. If Uncle Jiao finds out...huh!"

Everyone was silent.

The fat nun was satisfied with this, and subconsciously turned her head to look into the hall, hoping that the abbot would open up the 'giving' in the hall, so that Uncle Jiao would give more outside...

(End of this chapter)