"Late, come!" Ran Ziwan pondered, and the flowering period had already risen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Ran Ziwan raised his eyes, he saw that the flowering period in front of him had been up for a long time. The long body is jade, hidden in the light of the purple brocade robe. Hua Qi tied one hand behind him, and waited for Ran Ziwan to put his hand up.

"......" Ran Ziwan stared at the palm prints on the flowering hands, between the slender palms, the ravines were deep...... This is the most messy palm print Ran Ziwan has ever seen.

......Seeing that Ran Ziwan didn't get up, Hua Qi called again, and his body crouched in the direction of Ran Ziwan, and he moved his palm closer to Ran Ziwan again.

The smile at the corner of his mouth during the flowering period was faint, and Ran Ziwan's eyebrows were full of confusion. The atmosphere was ambiguous and soft, and the faint crystal color on Ran Ziwan's face stinged more and more, and Xuan Ge only felt that his chest was congested, and he couldn't breathe.

Ran Ziwan slowly raised his sleeves and put away the bamboo flute in the cuffs. When I raised my eyes, I thought about getting up on my own...... It's just that at the moment when Ran Ziwan raised his sleeves and made a move, Xuan Ge suddenly got up and brushed his sleeves to set off a cold coldness, and took the lead in leaving the previous seat.

"......" Ran Ziwan was stunned at first, then sighed slightly, and finally slowly raised her jade hand and put her hand on the palm of the flowering period, but for a moment, she felt that the weight between her arms was like a thousand catties.

The crowd went around the Buddhas on the temple in order. Ran Ziwan was also pulled by the flowering period, and bowed in turn. At the bottom of my heart, it is like the feeling of thousands of ants breaking the embankment, and the soreness and pain seep into the internal organs little by little, which is indescribable.

In the blink of an eye, it has passed noon, and the ceremony of everyone participating in the Buddha has been completed. Many famous family heads outside the imperial capital brought their juniors to the front of Master Zen Yu to greet him. Most of them came to the court, and now that the ritual was over, it was natural to inquire about divination. After some people asked for divination, they were overflowing with joy. Some are lonely and hide their faces. And the dignitaries of the famous families in the imperial capital, including Xuantian Yu, Xuan Ge and others, seemed to be a little unhurried. It must be a prince and noble, and there must be another arrangement for him to come to Tianlong Temple.

"Dear donors...... The meal has been prepared, and I invite you to go with your disciples!" or the previous gray-clothed monk came forward to guide, and everyone also made a Buddha and followed to the back hall.

The backyard of Tenryuji Temple has a back hall, which is neatly regulated from east to west. As soon as I entered the back hall, I saw that many of the Pingtou people who had arrived first had already sat neatly. Looking at the princes and nobles who came in, some people among the people inevitably sighed, just because the Buddha hall was heavy, although they were stunned, they were also decent and very polite. The seating arrangement of the fasting meal seems to be neat but very casual, and it is not divided into three, six, nine, etc., nor is it divided into scattered noble seats like ordinary banquets, which is in line with the meaning of equality of all living beings in the Buddhist family.

The meals in the Buddhist temple are all vegetarian, light and fragrant, and have a special feeling. Ran Ziwan drank a few mouthfuls of soup and rice, then put down the dishes and chopsticks, and the food presented on the plate was almost untouched!

"Can't you eat it?" Hua Qi picked up the Jinpa and carefully wiped the soup stains on the corner of Ran Ziwan's mouth, and asked gently.

"Hmm!" Ran Ziwan dodged slightly, but still couldn't dodge the big hand that Hua handed over to wipe. Then let the slender fingers of the flowering period run over her soft lips: "Eat late in the morning...... I don't really want to eat it right now!"

"The Buddhists are cultivating the land, is it the custom of worshipping the Buddha and eating fasting...... Isn't it clear to the county lord Ziwan?" Hua Qiyu got up and walked towards Ran Ziwan gently, looking still a beautiful lady with a calm smile, but Ran Ziwan saw the resentment flashing in Hua Qiyu's eyes.

"Expectation?" Hua Linglong was obviously a little surprised, and Hua Lingyu couldn't hold her breath unexpectedly. The previous plan was still short of one person's participation, how could Hua Qiyu target Ran Ziwan so blatantly at such a critical time?

While speaking, Master Zen Yu and a cadre of monks from Tianlong Temple also looked over. There were also many people who looked at Hua Qiyu who was laughing loudly, and it was not until everyone fell into the meal placed on Ran Zi's evening table that everyone suddenly realized.

"What Miss Yu said is true, Buddhism is a blessed land for Qing cultivation, and there is also a saying about the cost of fasting and eating!" Cui Qianqiu, who had not shown up for a long time, stepped forward, and his voice was even higher than the tone of Hua Qiyu.

Ran Ziwan didn't speak, and her watery weak eyes looked at Qianqiu lightly. Compared with the Huayan martial arts test, Cui Qianqiu was much haggard, and his face looked a little sallow. Although the words are still high-pitched, the pale and powerless color in the bottom of the heart is still obvious.

"Isn't it...... Doesn't the county lord of Ziwan know?" Qi Qianqiu stepped forward, his tone a little resentful. There was a lot of anger in my heart, and I heard Zhen Yang'er say some time ago that her cousin Zhen Xiao died in the hands of Ran Ziwan. Thinking of Zhen Xiao's countless days and nights of happiness with herself, Qi Qianqiu only felt that she wanted to tear Ran Ziwan apart to take revenge!

"Qianqiu! It's not strange that the county lord doesn't know......! doesn't know poetry and books, loves fists and feet, it's normal for her to know a little about these things!" Zhen Yang'er spoke softly, as always in the posture of an imperial actress. The words seem to be very tolerant, but they are the words of the heart.

Ran Ziwan naturally knows the number of Buddhist rituals, and the temple pays attention to peace and respect, and the meals cannot be left or abandoned. Even if there are some unappetizing foods, the worst ones must be brought back, and you can't afford to eat one rice at a time.

"That's it! Sister Ziwan's body is a sick girl, and her temperament is naturally different from that of ordinary daughters. Since Sister Ziwan has always been like this, we don't have to make a fuss!" Hai Meier looked at the crowd with a smile, and with one sentence, she dragged the reputation of Ran Ziwan's sick girl back to the front of the people.

With the instigation of Zhenyang'er and a few people, some people couldn't hold back the awe of the gods and Buddhas in their hearts, and began to whisper down to Ran Ziwan.

"The rumors are true, and the Buddhists are important...... She's so willful!"

Although the fasting rice is coarse tea and light rice, it is also the grace of the Buddhist family...... Who does she think she is?"

"Hey...... The county lord of Ziwan is said to be born with unbearable earthly grains, and it is normal to be squeamish! Probably...... There is no contempt for the Buddha!"

"The old people used to say...... Bathing and fasting can get rid of anger, and it will also benefit her own happiness! She doesn't eat...... It's just a shallow longevity!"

Ran Ziwan listened quietly and never lied, and there was no trace of turbulence in his heart. After all, she still couldn't finish all the food on the table, not to mention that she didn't have much appetite at this time. Although she was deliberately accused by several people, she didn't resist the idea of finishing it.

"Buddha...... Above!" The crowd's previous whispering suddenly became abrupt. After discussing it, Ran Ziwan was already a little bored. She even thought about pouring all the food on the table into the intestines and lungs of the women in front of her.

In the distance, Xuan Ge leisurely sipped the fragrant tea, casually passing over the crowd, and looked sideways at the situation here. (To be continued.) )