Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 452 There Are Fans Here Too
Qing Luo looked at the route, confirmed the direction was correct, and then replied: "Because I think Niu Guilan was neither sold by her natal family nor harmed by her husband's family."

"Why do you think so?"

"People who are thieves usually have a guilty conscience." Qing Luo walked and said, "But the two of them don't feel this way at all. Think about it, if you did something bad, would you still drag the victim to sue?"

Chen Xiangxue thought for a while: "That makes sense, but don't you Da Zhou have a saying that calls a thief and catch a thief?"

Qingluo played with the fan, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Yes, so this is just my guess, and I still need concrete evidence."

"Is there evidence on the way?"

Qingluo explained: "Maybe, maybe not. Assuming that she didn't have an accident at her natal or husband's house, it means that the Niu family is telling the truth. Niu Guilan has indeed gone out a long time ago, and she hasn't returned to Liu's house, which means What?"

Zhui'er was fascinated by what she heard, and couldn't help asking: "What does it mean?"

Chen Xiangxue patted her on the head: "Stupid! That means Niu Guilan probably had an accident on the way!"

"Oh..." Zhui'er suddenly realized, and worshiped, "Miss Seven, you are really amazing, you can imagine everything."

Qingluo shook her head, ignored the pair of two-handed masters and servants, and walked to a Buddhist temple in front and knocked on the door.

As a result, I knocked for a long time, but no one answered.

Qingluo took two steps back, looked at the words "Famen Temple" on the gate, and wondered, "Could it be closed?"

"It's not down, isn't it good to stand here?" Zhui'er didn't understand what she meant, put Chen Xiangxue down, and volunteered, "I'll knock on the door!"

Qingluo thought to herself that I knocked for a long time without opening it, but you can open it after knocking?
Although she thought so in her heart, she still stepped aside.

Chen Xiangxue said: "Don't worry, there is no door that Zhui'er can't knock on."

Qingluo: "Did she pick the lock?"

Chen Xiangxue gave her a contemptuous look, but ignored her.

It seemed that Qing Luo had insulted her and her servant girl's integrity.

Although she didn't get an answer, Qing Luo knew the meaning of her words in the next second.

Zhui'er first knocked on the door a few times, but seeing no one answered, he picked up a big stone by the side of the road, rushed towards the gate and smashed it——

With a loud bang—

It was a really loud noise, but it was an iron gate!
Qing Luo's ears became deaf for a moment...

When she was able to raise her head, she saw that the gate of Famen Temple had been smashed into a hole the height of a person...

The instigator, Zhuo'er, clapped his hands, admiring his "masterpiece" proudly, turned around and said with a smile, "Miss Seven, how is the hole today?"

Chen Xiangxue: "Well, it's quite big, but it's not round enough."

Qingluo: "..."

Did this pair of master and servant often smash other people's doors to play?
Still in that serious discussion about whether the hole is big or not, whether it is round or not...

Why does she feel so dirty?
The earth-shattering sound at the door finally alarmed the people inside.

Soon there were two monks, one big and one young, running over in a hurry.

The great monk is in his twenties and looks very handsome.The little monk seemed to be in his teens, and his appearance was not surprising.

When they saw the appearance of their own gate, they were stunned.

"This, this, this..." The great monk pointed at the door, his eyes glazed over, "What's going on here?"

Qingluo pointed at Chen Xiangxue's master and servant in a very bachelor way: "They did it."

Anyway, she has money, let her lose it.

The great monk's gaze shifted from Qingluo to Chen Xiangxue: "This benefactor, we have no grievances with you, why did you smash down the gate of our monastery?"

Zhui'er said: "We shouted for a long time, but you didn't come to open the door. If this is the case, it's useless to keep this door. It's better to smash it and ask questions."

The great monk broke down and said, "Let's rest at noon!"

"Still resting in the temple?" Zhui'er asked in a crisp voice, "What should we do when the pilgrims come to offer incense? You monk is talking nonsense, pretending that we have never seen the world?"

The great monk had no choice but to face this unreasonable little book boy, with a mournful face: "Our small temple, there are not many people in total, even if people come to offer incense, they come in the morning, who would come to offer incense at noon? "

The little monk said angrily: "Brother Jingxu, don't talk nonsense with him, let them pay for it!"

"Jingneng, don't talk!" The great monk raised his hand to interrupt him, "We are monks, and we don't quarrel with worldly people. You three, let me go to see the presiding master. We have said that we will pay or not. It doesn't count either."

So Qingluo and the three met the abbot of the temple.

He was a thin old man in his 70s and [-]s, wearing a fat cassock.

Seeing Qing Luo and others coming in, he raised his eyelids, and said calmly: "Several benefactors, sit down, I don't know why you came to see me?"

The little monk said anxiously: "Master, please stop talking sour words! They smashed down our gate!"

"What?" The old monk was startled, his mung bean eyes widened ridiculously, and he even forgot to pretend to be an eminent monk.

The great monk clasped his hands together: "Master, these benefactors, they accidentally smashed a hole in the gate of the temple..."

How much natural power is there to "accidentally" smash the door down?

The old monk frowned: "What are you doing here? Why are you provocative?"

The cloudy words just now are gone.

Zhui'er had no choice but to take the trouble to explain the reason again, and finally said: "Our seventh young master... the young master wants to rest, even the Beiqi Imperial Palace has to open the door for her, what's wrong with smashing your broken door?"

The old monk was speechless: "Whether the Northern Qi Palace is open or not, what does it have to do with us?"

"How much money?" Chen Xiangxue said suddenly, "I'll just pay you."

She was so forthright, which surprised the old monk: "When the door was made to order, the materials alone cost five or six taels of silver! This doesn't include the labor cost, loss, and other expenses..."

Qing Luo felt that these words were familiar: "Who told you this?"

"Ah?" The old monk glanced at her, "You know it too? I heard that it was invented by Liu Qingluo Wenkui in Kyoto, and there is no such thing as mental damage... I think it makes sense!"

"Pfft haha!"

Chen Xiangxue laughed out of joy.

In such a remote and small ruined temple, he unexpectedly met an old admirer of Qingluo.

Qing Luo has no expression on her face.

Zhui'er said: "Don't spend this and that, isn't it just money, our seventh young master is tired, you hurry up and clean up a clean room and come out, let us two young masters rest! The money is indispensable to you!"

Qingluo and Chen Xiangxue were good-looking and gorgeously dressed, and they certainly didn't look like people who couldn't afford money.So the old monk didn't bother too much, and ordered the great monk Jingxu to take them there.

Jingxu led them to a clean meditation room, glanced at Qingluo, turned and left.

The meditation room is simple in layout, but clean, filled with an antique flavor.

"Miss Seven, sit down." Zhui'er took out the handkerchief, spread it on the futon, and asked Chen Xiangxue to sit down.

"Miss Seven, are you thirsty? I'll get you some clean tea to drink." Zhui'er went out to call for someone, but it was the little monk Jing Neng who came.

(End of this chapter)