After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 18 Miaohua Temple

In the dead of night, the sound of watchmen knocking clappers gradually resounded throughout Suzaku Street. The wine flags and curtains blatantly blurred on both sides of the street, leaving only the dusty red lanterns swaying in the wind in front of taverns and restaurants.

But there is a family in Xinghua Lane. At this time, a small courtyard in the back house is still full of lanterns. Red and white camellias are planted all over the courtyard. The lanterns under the eaves and the camellias on the ground complement each other. The warm sound of spring on the getai fainted.

There was a man in the court wearing a crane cloak, with a fleece blanket on his knees, his eyes were a little blurred under the light of the lamp, and he looked like he was drunk.

He was still holding a wine bowl in his hand, and the sake in the bowl reflected the lanterns under the eaves in the distance. Facing the person sitting in front of him: "It seems that Yun Xuanhe really loves his concubine sister very much. Hearing that she is going to the school, he is actually in such a hurry."

"That's not right. How come I remember hearing that that concubine is someone that the entire Yun family holds in their hands? What's so good about her? Is it true that the concubine is born with such a name? Daye is also unbelievable!"

"Yun Xuanhe is afraid that I will embarrass that concubine, right? You can use your toes to think about it, can she pass the gentlemen's assessment?"

Shen Qinghe scoffed, and threw the wine bowl: "It's difficult for me, and I don't think about how much I am."

"Che Shi, you are already drunk."

"Why are you drunk? I'm not drunk!" Shen Qinghe looked at him, his cheeks flushed, "Xie Tuizhi, why don't you drink alcohol? Alcohol is such a good thing. After so many years, you don't drink at all , it can be seen that this life is extremely boring.”

Xie Jie shook his head: "You are drunk, but your heart is sober, is it interesting? As for Yun Zhuo, don't touch her. I promised Mu..."

Seeing the young man opposite him lying on his back on the wicker chair covered with velvet, Xie Jie fell silent, got up to check, but found that he closed his eyes and fell asleep at some point.

He shook his head, and was about to go to the corridor to call the waiter, asking him to find someone to carry Shen Qinghe back, but he heard the drunken voice of the person behind him: "Several times of failure and fame, the journey will be full of wind and frost. If you don't Go pick up the sword, and pour it out into the world of mortals."

Xie Jie followed the prestige and looked at it again this time, only to realize that he was just talking in his sleep.

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The days flowed through April when the flowers and branches were lingering, and then through the green and vigorous midsummer, September when the laurels were sent to the moon, and finally it was about to pass through the twilight of the frost and snow in the 19th year of Qianyuan.

Yun Zhuo put on a plain embroidered jacket and a cloak trimmed with rabbit fur. Accompanied by Hong Xiu, he stepped on the carriage to Miaohua Temple.

Miaohua Temple is located on the Wuti Mountain outside the city. At the foot of the mountain is the moat and the Jingluo official road. If you go from Kyoto to Luohe, you must pass this road.The temple is full of incense, monks gather, and the visitors are all dignitaries and wives from aristocratic families.

Yun Zhuo was sitting in the carriage and dozed off, and Shuofeng raised the corner of the curtain. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared fixedly at the scenery on both sides of the road. Hot tears rolled down.

She remembered, this is what she saw in her dream, the place where her bones were buried, the place where Xie Jie poured wine, how could she not be familiar with it?

The carriage stopped, she wiped the corners of her eyes, and heard Hong Xiu say through the curtain: "Girl, we're here."

The carriage stops in front of the 99 stone steps, and when you look up, you can see the majestic ancient temple under the cover of pines and cypresses, the clouds return to the wind, the sky is high and the mountains are small.

In a meditation room in the temple, an old monk dressed in brown black clothes and chanting sutras with his eyes closed opened his eyes and walked out of the meditation room. He heard several young monks discussing enthusiastically why the plum blossoms that had not bloomed for a long time in the back mountain suddenly bloomed overnight. All bloom.

He smiled, and walked to the mountain gate with a rosary in his hand.

Yun Zhuo walked through the 99 stone steps with his red sleeves, and saw a benevolent monk holding a rosary and looking at them with a smile.

It's Jiming.

Because she heard that Pei Yan liked Buddhism in her previous life, she sat in the Miaohua Temple every day and finally had a long talk with the eminent monks in the temple.Later they played chess once, and she actually won.

At that time, Jiming said that she had an "attachment" in her heart, but she still didn't understand it, because she clearly felt that she didn't think about anything when talking with Jiming.It was only later that she realized that what Jiming was referring to was not this game of chess, but her thoughts on Pei Yan.

He understands everything, but says nothing.

She stepped forward, clasped her hands together, and asked, "What is Master doing here?"

Hong Xiu followed behind her, and bowed her head with palms together.

Jiming returned the gift and said, "Since the benefactor asks the poor monk, the poor monk is waiting for the benefactor."

"What if I don't ask?" Yun Zhuo walked up the steps and stood beside him, looking at the vast clouds and misty mountain fog, and asked.

Jiming turned his head and looked at her: "If the benefactor doesn't ask, the person the poor monk wants to wait for is not the benefactor."

"Master knows who I am?"

"The phoenix flies to the sky, and the phoenix lives in the phoenix tree. The benefactor has the life of the phoenix, so he should be a first-class person in the world." Jiming paused, and then said, "It's just that the poor monk sees the luck of the benefactor, but it's very strange."

Yun Zhuo waved his hand and said, "Master, don't tell me this, I don't believe it."

In the previous life, Jiming said that she was born with wealth and honor, and her life was happy and worry-free, but what about later?Wealth and honor have been enjoyed, but happiness and worry-free are nonsense.

Of course, she didn't think that Jiming's magic skills were all bragging, she just thought that maybe he couldn't see through her fortune-telling.

Jiming bowed his head, chanted the Buddha's name, and asked her, "I don't know why the benefactor came here?"

"My aunt's birthday is coming up, I want to ask for a longevity talisman for her." Yun Zhuo smiled.

"So, the benefactor, please come with the poor monk."

Not far away, someone saw a girl in luxurious clothes beside the rare monk in Miaohua Temple, and hurriedly ordered people around him to inquire about the girl's identity, wanting to know which girl it was, who could win the favor of the monk .

Shen Qinghe is no exception.He came back this time under his mother's order to donate some sesame oil money to Miaohua Temple.His mother was generous, so he asked if he could let him meet the eminent monk in this temple.

Of course, he was just being polite. According to his thinking, such a large sum of money, let alone an eminent monk, might be enough for the host, right?
I never thought that the host really came, and I told him by the way that the most famous monk in the temple, that is, Uncle Jiming, did not see any outsiders.

OK, see you there.

Shen Qinghe felt that he was magnanimous, and he could pick it up and put it down, but in a blink of an eye, he heard gossip from the people around him, saying that some kind of person came from this temple, and he actually attracted Master Jiming to accompany him.

Thinking of that master, who he couldn't even meet once, but at this moment he accompanied others on a tour of the temple, so favoring one over another, Shen Qinghe felt that he couldn't let it go this time.

(End of this chapter)