Crazy beauty she is wild and hard to train

Chapter 8 Chongyin Temple, Cinnabar Beads
Si Yunwu pushed open the car door, and stepped out with long, slender legs.

The famous temples in the imperial city are divided into east, west, north and south, and the incense is very strong.

Chongyin Temple is just a small temple with a little reputation.

In this season, there are very few people who come here to offer incense.

There was some desolation at the gate of the temple.

She lifted off her black coat and hat, raised her dark cold eyes slightly, and looked at the old and faded but spotless vermilion plaque in the temple.

【Chongyin Temple】

On the other side, Fu Xingyu and Jiang Xuan also got out of the car.

Si Yunwu glanced at them indifferently, walked into the temple without saying anything.

It was noon, and the sky was bright and dazzling.

Fu Gan stood behind the two men and opened a black umbrella to shade them.

Jiang Xuan half-closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around his body, and stared at her back very complicatedly: "Seventh brother, what do you think she is here for?"

Fu Xingyu put one hand into his trousers pocket, raised his steps, and followed him leisurely.

……

The main shrine of Chongyin Temple.

Si Yunwu's thin and thin figure stood in front of the huge and compassionate Buddha statue.

After burning the incense, she clasped her hands together, bowed lightly and bowed politely.

The benevolent young monk handed her a string of red cinnabar beads.

Si Yunwu gave him his own 100 yuan in cash.

Jiang Xuan stood in front of the main shrine door, watching this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched.

You guessed it right, Si Yunwu only had this little property left over from his body, and he gave it all to the temple...

The girl sat down on the futon and placed the cinnabar beads beside the solid wood incense table.

Holding a fine brush in his slender and slender hand, he began to copy Buddhist scriptures.

The girl tilted her head slightly, sitting in a not-so-proper posture, casual and loose, but her shoulders were straight.

Jiang Xuan was dumbfounded.

Si Yunwu went to the temple to copy Buddhist scriptures?

A sentence I rushed to my lips, considering that it is not appropriate to swear in Buddhism, he held back.

With a more complicated tone, he lowered his voice and asked, "She won't want to become a monk, will she?!"

Fu Xingyu: "..."

Jiang Xuan's cell phone rang at this time.

Seeing the calling number, he had no time to think about Si Yunwu.

He walked to the side without haste and connected.

After saying a few words, he turned back holding the phone.

Slightly approaching Fu Xingyu, his lips moved slightly, but no sound could be heard.

Fu Gan came over with a laptop in his hand, and then said something to the little monk.

The little monk clasped his hands together and responded kindly.

Fu Xingyu glanced at the girl who was quietly copying Buddhist scriptures, and did not disturb her.

The three of them walked to the meditation room in the temple under the leadership of the young monk.

Nearly two hours of video conferencing.

Fu Xingyu's long legs were cocked, and he sat crookedly in the solid wooden chair, with his face resting on his beautiful and distinct hands.

Noble and elegant, dangerous and undisciplined.

During the meeting, he seldom spoke, with a pair of dark peach blossom eyes, staring at the screen without emotion.

Over there, when everyone looked up, they would meet such a pair of deep and dark black eyes.

Fu Xingyu has always been ruthless in eliminating dissidents.

In front of him, all the subordinates have always raised their spirits and dared not slack off in the slightest.

The head manager reports affairs.

"All the people involved in this incident have been dealt with secretly, and none will be left behind."

"The project has started to run normally according to your plan and confidential data."

It has only been four hours since Fu Xingyu's order was issued.

The execution ability of subordinates is almost terrifying.

Fu Gan handed over the tablet.

Fu Xingyu swiped the screen with his slender fingers, browsing the latest project files.

There are dense charts, complex and cumbersome formulas and data on it.

Fu Xingyu has ten lines at a glance, and his voice is low and elegant: "The second data on page 15, the first data on page 24, the first data on page 31..."

In the video, everyone took a pen and quickly circled what Fu Xingyu said.

After 3 minutes, the man put down the tablet and said softly, "Do these data again."

Everyone said respectfully: "Yes."

For Fu Xingyu, who just read it once, pointed out the problems in this extremely complicated data report, a group of people have changed from doubting life at the beginning to becoming a habit.

……

Fu Xingyu returned to the main temple.

Si Yunwu was sleeping.

The black coat and hat are buttoned on the head, the forehead is pressed against the desk, the brush is held in the fingers of the left hand like cigarettes, and it is erected against the table, with the tip of the brush pointing up.

The red cinnabar Buddha beads engraved with hidden scriptures, which were originally placed aside, are now worn on the girl's slender left wrist.

Sparkling red, swaying like a raging fire.

The skin is cold and white, as shiny as ice and snow.

The color of the beads was more infiltrating and shiny than when the little monk handed them over to Si Yunwu.

A hazy stream of light flashed by.

Fu Xingyu's eyes darkened for a moment.

Consecration and blessing.

Who taught her?

In the four major temples of the imperial city, it takes twelve hours for the consecration and blessing of the most virtuous and respected masters.

How long has Si Yunwu been using it?
Fu Xingyu stared at the girl's slender wrist for two or three seconds, then moved his gaze to the Buddhist scriptures.

A simple and yellowed piece of rice paper, filled with Buddhist scriptures.

Very dignified and precious block letters.

Block letters are elegant and upright, horizontal and vertical, neat and orderly, it is a beautiful font.

However, Si Yunwu's writing was forceful and reckless.

At a glance, the entire Buddhist scriptures are mixed with undisguised murderous intent.

When I look at it for a second time, it tends to be flat again.

Jiang Xuan has seen someone who fell asleep while doing homework, but he has never seen someone who copied Buddhist scriptures and fell asleep lying in front of the Buddha statue.

Great disrespect!
"When do you plan to go back?" Fu Xingyu looked down at the girl's head with her hat on.

She woke up as soon as they stepped into the main shrine.

Small people, very vigilant.

Si Yunwu opened his eyes, there was no trace of sleepiness in his dark eyes, he was sober and calm.

She straightened up, put down the pen in her hand, and said nothing.

Fu Xingyu's eyes fell on her clear profile.

There was a red mark in the center of the white and cold forehead.

Si Yunwu raised his hand and rubbed it.

With a very special meridian technique, the red seal faded a lot within a few seconds.

Fu Xingyu looked away, took three sticks of incense, lit them, bowed down three times, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Si Yunwu touched the cinnabar beads with his fingers, and slowly turned them around on his wrist.

Two seconds later, she got up from the futon, her voice hoarse and clear: "Now."

After speaking, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked out slowly.

The black back is thin and indifferent.

Jiang Xuan's expression was complicated, and he was still not used to being pulled in front of them like this.

As if they were all her subordinates.

Especially this person is the most unpopular in the Fu family, Si Yunwu, who has just been kicked out by the big house, and has no knowledge and skills.

Fu Xingyu glanced at the Buddhist scriptures copied on the desk: "Don't take the Buddhist scriptures?"

Si Yunwu had already walked out of the main temple.

Hearing the sound, he stopped at the door, turned his head sideways and said, "I won't take it."

It's just waste paper.

……

On the black flag car in Huidi City.

Fu Xingyu's eyes fell on the string of cinnabar beads engraved with scriptures.

The girl's complexion is cold and fair, her wrist is thin and clear, and a circle of red Buddhist beads is reflected, which is perfect like a work of art.

The fingers are long and too beautiful.

After staying in the main temple for a long time, she smelled of sandalwood.

Jiang Xuan glanced at the red cinnabar beads on Si Yunwu's wrist, and asked, "Little niece, did you come to this small temple to ask for beads?"

Si Yunwu didn't speak, but nodded politely.

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows: "I've never heard of you believing in Buddhism before."

It's copying Buddhist scriptures again, and asking for Buddhist beads.

Si Yunwu's sleeves were piled up on his elbows, supporting the window, and his face was supported on his thin white hands.

The atmosphere is alienated and cold.

With a calm tone, he said: "Disengage the engagement and clear away the bad luck."

Jiang Xuan: "..."

Jiang Xuan has never seen anyone face the Fu family, or the eldest son of the Fu family, dare to be so arrogant!
It is understandable for a person not to care about money.

But not afraid of power...

Where did Si Yunwu get his confidence?

The corners of Fu Xingyu's mouth curled up almost imperceptibly, not too obvious, and the corners of his eyes were a little more wandering, and he commented casually: "It is indeed necessary to get rid of bad luck."

The car window was half down, and the wind was blowing in, and Si Yunwu coughed lightly twice.

Fu Xingyu glanced at her and closed the car window.

Then he opened the hidden compartment inside the car for the second time and took out a small white jade porcelain vase.

He took another bottle of expensive and delicately packaged water, unscrewed it, and handed it to her along with the medicine.

Si Yunwu smelled the Chinese medicine Aster, and several other Chinese medicines, the proportions were quite delicate.

She took it, poured out a pill and ate it.

Jiang Xuan didn't want to say anything anymore.

He knows exactly how valuable and rare the medicine in the dark cell is.

Not only the prescription is top secret, but also the refining steps are even more harsh.

Now Si Yunwu coughs a few times and then eats, Jiang Xuan only feels pain in the flesh.

Fu Xingyu looked at her and asked, "Back to school?"

Si Yunwu hummed.

Fu Xingyu found Si Yunwu's account from the group chat in the Fu family, and added her as a friend: "Added you on WeChat, pass it."

Si Yunwu put down the water bottle, opened WeChat, and there was a red dot in the contacts, she pressed to add.

"In the future, if you live in my yard, Fu Gan will handle it for you with facial recognition." Fu Xingyu said, "Send a message if something happens."

He also sent her his private mobile phone number via WeChat.

Si Yunwu showed no expression, and said in a hoarse voice, "I live on campus."

Fu Xingyu's voice was deep and elegant: "I gave all 100 yuan to the temple, how do you plan to live?"

Si Yunwu's eyes were too calm, and he said in a taciturn way: "Earn."

Fu Xingyu tapped the armrest of the chair with his slender and beautiful fingers, and said, "I have piled up a lot of antiques in my study, tidy them up, go back on weekends to wipe the dust and do maintenance, and I will pay you every month."

The man looked at her and said again: "I can let you advance one month in advance."

The four eyes met, the girl's almond eyes were dark and quiet.

After two seconds.

Si Yunwu nodded.

……

Stress Temple.

It wasn't long after Si Yunwu and his party left.

A young girl enters the temple.

When she arrived at the main temple, she took three sticks of incense, lit them, held them up high, and performed three prostrations.

Then insert three sticks of incense into the incense burner, step back a few steps and kneel on the futon.

He kowtowed three times piously to pray for his family members.

A piece of rice paper suddenly fluttered and landed in front of her.

Girls are attracted by the beautiful fonts of Buddhist scriptures at a glance.

She had never seen such beautiful words.

The handsome and upright lower case script is mixed with hazy sharpness and willfulness, the style of writing is cold and tough, with a terrifying and straightforward murderous aura.

But when I read it again, the whole scriptures are peaceful and quiet, as if the Buddha's light in the room is falling on the scriptures.

Wash off all turbidity.

……

The black flag car took Si Yunwu to the entrance of No. [-] Middle School in the Imperial City.

The girl politely thanked Fu Xingyu, got off the car and entered the school.

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