Conspiracy

Chapter 72 Entering Xiao's Mansion at Night to Search

Su Zhen found a relatively secluded place in the General's Mansion, pulled away the light wooden string wrapped around her wrist and threw it on the ground, and sure enough, red marks appeared on her fair skin.

"Yin Shen! Are you crazy! It gets hotter every time! This is human flesh, not pork knuckle!" Su Zhen cursed in a low voice.

"I noticed the breath of Chen just now, but it disappeared soon."

Su Zhen rubbed her wrists vigorously, trying to relieve the pain, "Liaochen? This is the general's mansion, how could there be monks? Could it be among the common people outside?"

"No, it's in the general's mansion, not outside."

"But I walked all the way just now, and I haven't seen a monk."

However, Yin Shen stopped talking and flew back to her wrist. Su Zhen really wanted to tear it off, but it was useless after pulling for a long time, so she simply gave up.

"My lord, what happened?" Mo Chen trotted over from behind.

"It's okay, your elder brother Yin just has a convulsion."

For a whole day, there was an endless stream of guests who came to the General's Mansion to express their condolences, and Xiao Chuhong, accompanied by Xiao Yi, dealt with them one by one.

Lu Jingshu hadn't rested for a long time, coupled with the turbulent driving and horses for several days, at his insistence, he forced her to go back to rest.

In the middle of the night, the mourning hall was still overcrowded.The servants, dressed in white filial piety, knelt down in the courtyard.Burn incense and candles in front of the spiritual case to offer new dishes to pay homage to.

Both inside and outside the general's mansion were guarded by the Xiao family's army, and there were even hidden guards to protect them, but even so, some people still sneaked in.

Outside the pavilion on the opposite side of the mourning hall, a small figure was secretly observing.

Mo Sheng was very helpless, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, "My lord, we can stay in the open and aboveboard during the day, why should we sneak into someone's house in the middle of the night."

"Find the monk."

"Master Su seems to have invited eminent monks to come to the General's Mansion to do this."

"Really? Go, go and see!"

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Mo Sheng leaped into the air and flew towards the southwest.Su Zhen glanced at the lonely figure in the mourning hall, and followed him away.

Xiao Chuhong turned his head and looked at the place where Su Zhen was just now, but found nothing unusual.

The environment in the General's Mansion is quiet and elegant, and the doors and windows are all wooden push-pull.There are many exotic flowers and plants. Although Xiao Mohan's family has never lived in it all year round, they are well cared for.

They carefully avoided the guards, flew all the way, and finally arrived at the other garden southwest of the General's Mansion.On the white paper lantern at the entrance was written a big word "Dian". In front of the gate stood two guards with knives, their backs straightened, and their eyes looking forward.

Different from other places, the lights here are bright, the sound of chanting scriptures and the sound of knocking on wooden fish can be faintly heard, which are used to pray for blessings and save the dead, which makes people feel at ease.

Su Zhen didn't find it boring and listened carefully.

It's strange, it's the first time for her to listen to Buddhist scriptures, but why she feels so familiar with them.

They avoided the guards, and just landed in a corner of the courtyard where the light could not reach, they saw several young monks come out of the room and left the other garden.

At the end of her promotion to a demon, she couldn't get too close to the gods and Buddhas. Su Zhen jumped on the roof and wanted to get closer to find out. Just two steps closer, she heard the chanting stopped inside, "Benefactor, come in, the gentleman on the beam is not doing the right way."

She hesitated for a moment, then fell down from the roof, and walked in openly.

The house was set up in the style of a small Buddhist hall, with sandalwood incense curling up. A monk was kneeling on the futon with his back facing her, twisting beads with one hand and knocking on a wooden fish with the other. There was a statue of Buddha in the altar in front of him.

(End of this chapter)