Bai Yueguang, who became regent after rebirth

Chapter 140
Within an hour, Feng Suilan's sedan chair of King Pingyang appeared at the door of Qingxia Temple, and when Feng Suilan got off the sedan chair, her heart was still pounding.

She looked at the stone steps and stone slabs on the winding path, and the little man struggling to climb below, and felt a strange feeling in her chest. The heart was beating desperately, and would not rest for a moment.

"Miss Feng, please."

King Pingyang made an invitation gesture, and Feng Suilan came back to her senses. She looked at the handsome man with elegant and noble behavior in front of her.

"Thank you son."

……

"Finally came up."

Standing on the pavilion on the top of the mountain, Feng Xinlan breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the scene below, with a faint smile on her face.

"Ah."

Zhan Wenjiang looked at her face almost greedily, the deep eyes were full of scorching flames, but his face was still as cold as ice, and he didn't even want to say a few words.

"Third brother, where should we go shopping first?"

After recuperating for a while, Feng Xinlan asked with a smile, glanced around, carefully observed the layout of several palaces, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Although these palace buildings are not gorgeous, they are exquisite and elegant, especially the small roads paved with bluestone slabs, which add a sense of fairyland to these palaces, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

"Go to Jinhua Temple."

After pondering for a moment, Zhan Wenjiang spoke, his tone was calm without any disturbance.

The pilgrims who go to the Qingxia Temple are all rushing to pray to the Bodhisattva to bless their families with good health and seek the protection of the Buddha, while the Qingyun Temple is to pray for a smooth career and a prosperous official career, so there are also many tourists here.

To start a family and establish a career, the most important thing in the future is to start a family. This Jinhua Temple also has a name called Yuelaoguan, which is to remember the word marriage and hope that the word marriage will last for a long time.

"Okay, let's go quickly, or there will be too many people in a while."

Feng Xinlan didn't doubt him, she pulled his sleeve and said coquettishly.

"it is good."

Zhan Wenjiang's eyes sank, and there seemed to be something flickering in his eyes, but they became gloomy again in an instant. He glanced at Feng Suilan's hand that was holding him, and shook it back calmly. Then he walked to the temple.

"Two benefactors, please stay."

As soon as they entered the entrance of the hall, the two were stopped.

"Amitabha." A man wearing

The old nun in the gray robe came out, clasped his hands together, performed a Buddhist ceremony, and said kindly, looking into his eyes, as if he would absorb his soul.

"Master, is something wrong?"

Feng Xinlan suppressed the panic in her heart and asked with a smile on her face.

"Benefactor, do you want to sign or not?"

The monk and nun glanced at the two of them indifferently, and asked calmly, with a pair of wise eyes that seemed to be able to see through the past and present.

"This... this..."

Feng Suilan hesitated for a moment, looking at the old nun in gray robes in front of him, there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"I don't know if the master can clear up the confusion for us?"

When Zhan Wenjiang heard his words, he was stunned, and then he realized that his usually expressionless face was a little nervous, and he stared at the monk and nun with burning eyes.

"Benefactor, this old monk is here for this."

The monk and nun bowed.

"Master please."

Zhan Wenjiang nodded slightly, making a gesture of invitation.

Several people passed through the main hall and came to a side hall. Unlike the spacious main hall, this place is a bit quiet and simple. A sandalwood table is placed in the center of the main hall, and the walls on all sides are covered with calligraphy, paintings and Buddha statues. , giving people a solemn and solemn atmosphere, except for a set of tea sets, there is only one stick on the table.

There is a faint sandalwood fragrance in the meditation room, which makes people feel very comfortable.

It seems that this is where he asked for a lottery.

"Both benefactors, please."

The monk and nun stretched out their right hands, signaling the two to sit down.

Feng Xinlan hesitated for a moment, carefully picked up the stick and shook it gently, but she was flustered in her heart. If it was before, she would have scoffed at these ghosts and ghosts, but she had still experienced rebirth, and she was unavoidably convinced in her heart. Uneasy.

With a click, Feng Xinlan was awakened in an instant. She opened her eyes in fear, and slowly took the bamboo stick in her hand, but she didn't have the energy to check it.

Suddenly a big warm hand caressed the back of her hand, Feng Xinlan stared blankly, only to see a pair of dark eyes staring at her, with a bit of tenderness in them, as if they wanted to melt her away.

"Girl, don't panic, I will untie the lottery for you."

The monk and nun said with a smile, and took the bamboo stick from her hand.

"The road ends with white clouds, and spring and green streams grow." The monks and nuns slowly read out a few lines of verses on the signature, glanced at Feng Xinlan, saw the confusion in her eyes, and said: "These lines are the best signatures Girl, you can let it go."

What the monk and nun said was vague, but Feng Xinlan understood. She was terrified in her heart, but with a calm expression on her face, she returned the lottery to the monk and nun.

"Sir, please."

The monk and nun didn't say anything else, they just turned their eyes to Zhan Wenjiang's direction.

Zhan Wenjiang reached out to pick up the lottery, with a stern expression on his face.The movement of the hand was reckless and quick, and a bamboo stick flew into the air at a speed almost beyond the reach of the naked eye, and landed at the feet of the monk and nun.

"Master, have you ever calculated my fate?"

Zhan Wenjiang asked indifferently.

"Amitabha, this old monk only knows how to tell fortunes. Poor monks are really not good at fortune-telling."

The monks and nuns showed regret, and said: "Almsgiver, good will be rewarded for good, and evil will be rewarded for evil. Whatever you sow will reap the fruit, everything depends on the good fortune of the donor."

Now not only Zhan Wenjiang was stunned, but even Feng Xinlan was at a loss, as if he understood and didn't understand anything.

Only Zhan Wenjiang seemed to know what he was talking about, and the strange thing was that the depressive emotions that had been surrounding him had faded a lot.

"Please, benefactor."

After asking for a lottery, the monks and nuns turned around and kicked them out without being polite.

"Master, didn't I tell you that you can't take people to the side hall, and you're bluffing and deceiving again, right? If this continues, the reputation of our temple will be ruined by you sooner or later..."

A few people walked in a hurry, and passed by a young novice monk, and he could still hear his soft complaints in a trance.

Feng Xinlan seemed to have a feeling and looked back, only to see two figures, one large and one small, from the back. Before she could take a closer look, she heard a distant voice.

"Xin Lan? What's going on this time, you're here early?"

Mrs. Feng's voice recalled, seeing the rare and well-behaved Feng Xinlan, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

A blush appeared on Feng Xinlan's face. In the past, she really didn't like climbing mountains, so naturally she never followed the rules.

"Where's Suilan?"

Feng Chengzhi came over, frowned and asked.

"Father and mother."

Feng Suilan stepped out at the right time and blessed her body.

When Feng Xinlan heard the voice, she glanced at her in surprise. Before she went up the mountain, she looked like she was dying, but now she looked alive and well, and she couldn't see the weak appearance just now.

(End of this chapter)