Princess, be nice

Chapter 2474

Qing He became anxious, "General, Qianma Temple is hundreds of miles away from Pingcheng. If you go, what will you do tomorrow morning? There is also a camp of soldiers and horses waiting for you to preside over the overall situation!"

"The important thing is, while the princess is leaving, you can persuade King Yonghe to marry the princess to you, and clear the obstacles for the princess by the way. Now there are people in Pingcheng who miss the princess!"

"As for the safety of the princess, there are secret guards sent by the general to protect the princess secretly."

The horse under Xie Yun gradually stopped, looking at the boundless official road, wondering which way she had gone, and chasing her, but couldn't catch her, he was impulsive.

Now that he has been reborn, he will not leave his wife, who is just going to worship Buddha.

Taking a deep breath, Xie Yun held the rein and turned around abruptly, "Go to Yonghe Palace!"

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Ying Xinqin didn't know anything about Pingcheng, and traveled all the way, and soon, within a few days, he arrived at Qianma Temple.

Qianma Temple is full of incense, especially the Dharma conference that will be given by the holy monk Xuanzong next month, which attracts a group of people.

Fortunately, the temple is large and there are many meditation rooms. When Ying Xinqin and the others arrived, there was a small courtyard to choose from, but they needed to share with others.

Ying Xinqin didn't mind at all, since he was away from home, he had so many things to do, so he nodded in agreement, "Let the little master lead the way."

Seeing the gorgeously dressed female benefactor in front of him agreed, the little monk heaved a sigh of relief, and led them through the Buddhist hall and to the meditation room at the back.

After entering the small courtyard, the young monk said kindly, "Uncle Xuanzong will give lectures next month, so there are many pilgrims in the temple. I hope the benefactors will not walk around alone to avoid accidents."

"Thank you, little master, for reminding me." Ying Xinqin clasped his hands together, lowered his brows and eyes, and his voice was pure and clear.

The little monk had a good impression of Ying Xinqin, put his hands together, chanted Amitabha, and was about to leave.

Ying Xinqin called out to him, "Little master, please stop. May I ask who lives in the middle room of this courtyard?"

The little monk has a great affinity with Ying Xinqin, so I don't mind reminding her a few more words, "He is a distinguished guest of our Master Xuanzong. If the female benefactor had not a Buddhist relationship, Master Xuanzong specially asked this distinguished guest to allocate a room for you. , I’m afraid you may have come in vain this time.”

The meditation rooms in Qianma Temple were all full, and many pilgrims or those who worshiped Buddha came early to occupy the space in order to listen to Master Xuanzong's lecture on Buddhism.

It's normal for Ying Xinqin to come here suddenly and have no place to live.

I didn't expect that I was so lucky to get the eye of the Buddha, and Ying Xinqin's eyes were clear, but he was not half happy, "I see, I can trouble Master Xuanzong and the Buddha to thank Master Xuanzong and the Buddha on my behalf."

As he spoke, he winked at Zizhu.

Zizhu understood it, took out a thousand taels of silver note from her pocket, and handed it to the young monk, "This is the incense money from our lady."

"Thank you for the generosity of the benefactor, the Buddha will bless the benefactor." The little monk unceremoniously put away the bank note, made a bow, and walked away.

It seems to be commonplace.

Before leaving, the little monk paused and reminded, "This honored guest likes to be quiet. The benefactors should not be too noisy and disturb the honored guest's cleansing."

"Naturally." Ying Xinqin replied.

You Zhu next to him saw the family leaving, and sighed quietly, "It's really a big temple, but I have seen a lot, and the little monk is so calm when he sees the 1000 tael silver ticket."

Amused by her words, Ying Xinqin frowned and smiled meaningfully, "Maybe he is not an ordinary little monk."

(End of this chapter)