Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 76 The Tranquility Before the Storm
Xie Cijiu was really tired this day. Lying on his side and curled up, he could think wildly at first, but soon he felt that his eyelids were so sticky that he couldn't open them, and he fell asleep in a daze after a while.

Those shyness and annoyance turned into another scene in the dream.

The bedroom was quiet, the moonlight on the ground was as pale as frost, the flowers bloomed silently by the window, and the fragrance of the flowers entered the dream with the wind, turning into a handsome man.

Xie Cijiu tried hard to see the man's appearance, but only saw a white mist.

After repeating this several times, she also felt quite angry in her dream.

But the man came from behind her again, hugged her waist gently, leaned on her shoulder and ear and said: "I won't hurt you, wait a minute, Ah Jiu..."

That pious and gentle voice, with a slight smile in the low voice, fell in her ears with the scorching breath.

Xie Cijiu couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but the itchy feeling was very clear.

She wanted to hide, but she turned her head and woke up from the dream.

As far as the eye can see is a wall, Xie Cijiu: "..."

When waking up in the morning, people are always at a loss for a moment, not knowing what day and night, she lay motionless for a long time before realizing that she is now in the meditation room of Liuyun Temple.

And the content of the dream gradually surfaced, Xie Cijiu still had an aftertaste in her ears, she stretched out her hand to touch it lightly, it was indeed hot.

She gritted her teeth resentfully, and muttered in a low voice, "What's red? You're useless..."

Yan Zhihui, who got up early and absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, stretched comfortably, and couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence.

Maybe she thought she spoke in a very low voice, but for the gods with sharp eyes and ears, um, it was so clear~
I feel more at ease.

Yan Zhihui stretched her leaves happily, and the fragrance of flowers in the room became more intense.

Xie Cijiu, who was lying on the bed, smelled this smell, turned around suddenly, and gave him a hard look through the bed curtain.

Yan Zhi replied: "..."

Xie Cijiu turned over and sat up, dressed, washed and ate with no expression on his face the whole time, and then went to the main hall with the others, Yan Zhihui was thrown in the room and became a stay-at-home old woman.

"Hey, if the mountain doesn't come, it's me, so I'll go to the mountain."

Yan Zhihui appeared and followed silently.

……

Today is the first day of the Snow Festival. Everyone needs to wear plain clothes, remove the hairpin rings, and do not wear powder or daisy.

The queen took the lead, followed by the rest, and went forward to offer three sticks of incense one by one.

Xie Cijiu looked at the densely packed incense in the censer, and frowned. With so many wishes, can the Buddha really control them?
"Sit down." The queen sat down on the futon, and she followed suit after saying goodbye to the wine.

As a result, as soon as they sat down, a group of monks came in and sat down on both sides of the hall. Each of them held a wooden fish and a string of Buddhist beads, knocking and twisting the beads while chanting.

The deep and very rhythmic chanting sound echoed in the hall, paired with wooden fish and rich sandalwood, it instantly pulled people into a state of devotion.

The impetuous heart also slowly calmed down at this time, Xie Cijiu suddenly felt something, and slowly closed his eyes.

The golden Buddha gazed at all living beings with solemn and compassionate eyes, and his luster did not diminish a bit amidst the fragrance and mist.

The bell outside the temple rang again, and the leisurely and simple sound was like the sounds of the heavens. When the monks in the temple heard it, they all stopped and listened quietly.

Even the passing birds stopped briefly on the branches to feel the solemnity of this moment.

Yan Zhihui stood outside the door, leaning against the door frame and playing with a strand of her hair lazily.

He listened to these things a lot, and he didn't feel awe at all, he just felt sleepy.

However, this place is full of aura, which is convenient for him to recuperate.

He jumped onto the roof and sat cross-legged to absorb spiritual energy.

It was a morning in a flash.

On the way, everyone went back to rest for two hours, and continued to come in the afternoon.

This was repeated for six days, during which nothing happened, except for chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, which was very boring.

Xie Cijiu was quite energetic at first, but then day after day, my ears were getting callused.

Especially at night when dreams are full of great compassion mantras.

Seeing that there was still the last day left, she was in a bad mood.

Even the doubts about Yan Zhi's return history that had been entrenched in his heart for the past few days were suppressed.

Stepping out of the meditation room is brisk and joyful.

The ceremony held on the seventh day was also slightly different from the previous few days.

Early this morning, everyone gathered in the main hall, but instead of offering incense and chanting sutras, the host held a "dust whisk" for everyone after they sat down.

It was the first time Xie Cijiu heard about "Fuchen", and looked at it curiously.

The so-called whisk means that the host is holding a porcelain vase similar to Guanyin in his hand, and holding a plum branch in the other hand, dipping a little water in the vase into the center of the person's eyebrows.

"Amitabha, brush away the filth, and live a hundred years without worry."

After speaking, go to the next person and continue to repeat this action.

Lou Yuhe explained to Xie Cijiu in a low voice at the side, "That porcelain vase is called Jingping, the water in it is the snow collected when it first snowed, and after it melts, it is left to stand until it melts into water, and the plum branch is said to be Liuyun. The branches of a thousand-year-old plum tree in the mountain behind the temple are quite spiritual, and the first flowering one is taken every year and broken down."

"Speaking of which, doesn't it sound like that?"

Lou Yuhe is a frequent visitor to the Snow Festival, and has a detailed understanding of this aspect.

Xie Cijiu heard her finish, and couldn't help but look at the plum branch again: "It's quite interesting, I don't know these etiquettes in the northern border, and the northern border doesn't celebrate the Snow Festival very much."

Lou Yuhe asked curiously: "Then what did you do?"

Thank you wine: "We—"

Just as she was about to say something, the host came over.

Xie Cijiu did not speak, the host dipped a plum branch in water, and lightly touched her forehead: "Amitabha, dust off the filth, and live a hundred years without worry."

Xie Cijiu clasped his hands together: "Thank you for hosting."

The host smiled and came to Lou Yuhe without saying a word.

After Lou Yuhe got the whisk, Xie Cijiu continued in a low voice, "Every winter at this time, we will go to the countryside to race horses. Whoever wins No. 1 will be awarded the title of No. [-] Warrior of the year and will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver." .”

Lou Yuhe's eyes lit up: "Racing horses? It's exciting to hear, is there more?"

Xie Cijiu nodded: "There will be a bonfire party at night, everyone can let go of eating meat and drinking, and then go home to sleep. You don't have to come to the camp to report the next day, and you can reunite with your family for a day, so during that time Cities big and small in the northern border are very lively."

"On the third day, we will go to the Field of Heroes to pay homage to those heroes who died on the battlefield, and comfort their spirits in heaven with spirits and their achievements in the past year."

Lou Yuhe's smile faded, and he said with emotion: "That is indeed very meaningful. If the heroic soul knows it, it will not regret returning the corpse."

In contrast, the customs here in Kyoto seem ordinary. No one has ever thought of the soldiers who died on the battlefield in the northern and southern borders.

"Speaking of which, I'm in Kyoto this year, so I can't even go back and see them." Xie Cijiu's eyes were deep and his face showed shame.

"They definitely won't blame you, you can't help yourself, hey - we can go out." Lou Yuhe saw that the people behind were all dusted off, so he got up and took a drink of thanks.

　Holiday...I made it up~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)