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Chapter 537 Calling Mother Concubine (1)

They decided to ask the Buddha, didn't they agree that the first person they will meet next time when they come to Shangxiang will be your true destiny?
Ruolan Temple is located on Ruolan Mountain, surrounded by clouds and mists, full of immortality and mystery.

The most famous here is marriage and destiny.

Thousands of people will come here to worship before asking or getting married, and it is said that it is very spiritual.

Regarding Buddhism, Nan Rusheng maintains a neutral attitude. She often sees people passing away one by one. It is also good to recite the Buddha more. Looking at the three words of Buddhism: Ruolan Temple.

I feel respectful in my heart.

Nan Rusheng asked, "What are we doing here all of a sudden?"

"In a few more days it will be my concubine's birthday. I will come back every year. I want you to come with me this year. Don't blame me." Mu Jinshang had a cold personality, but now he felt very cold inside.

Nan Rusheng said on the spot: "Of course I don't blame you, it's just... I just feel a little embarrassed that I didn't bring a gift."

The dead is the most important, let alone Jinshang's favorite mother and concubine, she should have come, but she was a little apprehensive, would Concubine Qi not like her.

Mu Jinshang said: "Don't worry, you're here, it's the greatest gift to my concubine."

With anxiety and excitement in his heart, Nan Rusheng finally met the host. Under the polite and kind leadership of the host, the two came to a very luxurious mourning hall.

The host put one hand to his mouth, twirling the Buddhist beads with the other, and said: "Master Mu is always merciful. I think the spirit of Concubine Qi is in the sky. She must have sensed that the poor monk went out first."

"Thank you for hosting."

The host closed his eyes and bent slightly. When he saw Nan Rusheng, he was a little surprised, but he still said calmly: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

The gate of the monastery is always different from other places, and Nan Rusheng always has a crisp and calm feeling when he hears it.

Mu Jinshang led Nan Rusheng inside.

Qi Qingyi's portrait hangs right in the middle. The ancients painted it abstractly, but you can already see what it looks like. Wearing formal clothes and smiling, even if it is a portrait, you can see the gentleness overflowing from the portrait.

It is said that Concubine Qi was only twenty-eight when she died.

28 years old, a woman's best years.

Nan Rusheng was inexplicably sad. This was the last appearance of Concubine Qi eight years ago. If Concubine Qi was still there, what would she have looked like in these eight years? She was still gentle and still living in the empty palace.

"Mother and concubine, I have brought Rusheng to see you." Mu Jinshang knelt on the cushion and kowtowed.

Nan Rusheng knelt down and said, "Rusheng sees Concubine Qi."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew and the lights on the stage went out.

Nan Rusheng closed her eyes tightly, and was afraid of the suffocation. It was terrible. Concubine Qi didn't like her, so she turned off the lights for her, but even turning off the lights was so gentle.

Mu Jinshang was also taken aback, and turned on the lamp again.

Nan Rusheng tugged on Mu Jinshang's sleeve, looking very nervous.

Mu Jinshang patted and consoled, "Concubine Mu doesn't seem to like your title."

"What's that called?"

"Call me."

Nan Rusheng pursed his lips, isn't that
lights went out again
Mu Jinshang lit it.

Nan Rusheng kowtowed to admit his mistake and shouted: "Rusheng sees his mother and concubine!"

The light of the fire remained the same, I don't know if it was an illusion, but the light was brighter, and Nan Rusheng was even more afraid. Is this a fairy?so mysterious?
Mu Jinshang was also very satisfied, helped Nan Rusheng to stand up, picked up the incense on the desk, gave some to Nan Rusheng, and took her hand to light the fire together.

The incense slowly smokes, exuding a unique fragrance, as if from generation to generation, eternal.

(End of this chapter)