The thirty-second Qujiang met Pan Lang

Weeping willows are planted on the banks of the Qujiang River, and hexagonal pavilions are adjacent to the water's edge.

The literati often lingered in it, looking at the relics of the previous dynasties, and now the plants and trees overlapping back and forth, sighing and writing moving poems.

A few yellow warblers flew up to the treetops, pecked at the down feathers on their chests, and then looked at the bustling crowd below.

The scenery on the edge of the Qujiang River is beautiful and picturesque, and the gardens and temples also occupy their own land.

Among them, the most prestigious are the Hibiscus Garden and Longhua Temple.

However, the Hibiscus Garden is forbidden by the royal family and is not open to the public at ordinary times.

So Qin Ying stopped and walked along the wooden plank road of Qujiang, ready to go to Longhua Temple to have a look.

Before she listened to Mei Sanniang, the Bodhisattva statue of Longhua Temple was solemn.

- It's a pity that Qin Ying is half a road idiot.

Throw her into the deep mountains and old forests that she has never been to, and she can easily identify the direction; Throw her in the crowd and she will lose the most basic things.

She was obviously going to Longhua Temple in Jiangbei, and after walking in a half-circle, Qin Ying arrived at Wuxian Temple in the southwest.

This almost deserted temple looks very shabby. The vermilion paint of the mountain gate is withered, and the threshold is about to be trampled and not replaced with a new one.

The number of people who go to Qujiang to play in the Shangsi Festival is thousands, and there are not many pilgrims in this temple near Qujiang.

Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, Qin Ying had never come to Qujiang on purpose.

She didn't know that there were two temples built near Qujiang. One is magnificent, the other is cold.

Qin Ying walked into the mountain gate on one leg, and only then did he feel as if he had entered the wrong temple.

I was about to get out of this narrow doorway, but I saw another person approaching me. A monk dressed in a bean paste-colored monk's robe passed by her.

Perhaps it was the strong scent of sandalwood on him, and she sneezed loudly and unsuspectingly.

The man seemed to have heard, and as if he had not.

He didn't look back at Qin Ying, but just walked out of the temple gate with a bamboo broom.

Walking under a row of willows that were very old, he hung his head and swept the slender willow leaves. The bamboo broom makes a regular breath-like sound.

Qin Ying was not busy leaving, she felt that it was necessary for her to ask for directions before visiting Qujiang.

She stood in the shade of a tree and looked at him: he was a long man, a rare hanger.

The robes were worn on him without being bloated or thin. But the bare head is very unsightly no matter how you look at it.

Qin Ying simply ignored his head and only stared at the bean paste-colored robe: "This master, how do I get from here to Longhua Temple."

The man seemed to have heard, and as if he had not.

Qin Ying, who was reluctant, asked twice more, and the man finally straightened up and looked at her.

Qin Ying subconsciously lowered his head to find his toes, not daring to look directly at the other party's gentle and clear gaze.

"If you want to go to Longhua Temple, follow the path to the west." The man raised his left hand to point her in the right direction.

“…… Thank you, thank you, master. Qin Ying folded her hands and bowed to him, then blushed and fled.

After walking on the bluestone path for a while, Qin Ying's face had not yet cooled down.

She touched her cheek and thought it was funny: she just saw a very good-looking person, and she was overreacting.

In the end, Qin Ying arrived at Longhua Temple as he wished, and saw the solemn statue of Baoxiang on the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Just as there are three clear halls in every Taoist temple, there are three clear statues in the hall; In each temple there is a Daxiong Treasure Hall, and there are three Western Three Saints in the hall.

Rulai stands at the top of the main hall, flanked by the Bodhisattva. The gold-pasted statues all have lowered their eyebrows and eyes, and there is an indifferent and compassionate smile on their lips.

Pilgrims prostrate themselves in front of the incense table, muttering small wishes and supplications.

The three seemed to have heard, but they did not seem to have heard.

Kneeling on the futon, Qin Ying's heart was empty: even the Bodhisattva statue in Longhua Temple was not as solemn as the person before.

…… The solemnity of the two is not the same.

The solemnity of the Bodhisattva statue is stagnant, while his solemnity is slow and flowing.

Thinking like this, the old woman beside Qin Ying had already finished worshipping three times and was making a wish to the statue reverently.

Qin Ying caught a glimpse of this scene and even did as she looked, but did not make a wish.

As a member of the Taoist sect, she also knows a little bit of Buddhist rules: for example, after making a wish, she must come back another day to repay the wish.

She wasn't sure if she would find another time to burn incense here after she had made her wish.

After visiting Longhua Temple, Qin Ying asked someone for directions and returned to the car.

She waited outside the car for half an hour boredly, and saw Mei Sanniang coming with a military general.

This military general Qin Ying had seen it in his previous life. His name, Li Jing, is also one of the hottest words in Chang'an this year.

Mei Sanniang came to the car under his escort, she turned around and bowed, "Thank you, General."

General Li nodded slightly, and tucked her champa into his sleeve: "Well, the lady must attend the family banquet next month."

"Mei Xuan is disrespectful." She smiled and watched Li Jing's back go farther and farther.

It's just a few months later, Qin Ying felt that Mei Sanniang had become what she had seen in her previous life: elegant and generous, but she couldn't figure it out.

Qin Ying put Mei Sanniang on the wheel and followed her into the carriage.

After coughing a few times, Qin Ying opened his mouth and joked: "Lonely men and widows walk together, tsk." And you see that General Li's eyes are not quite right. What's the situation with the two of you? ”

Mei Sanniang glanced at Qin Ying unceremoniously: "What are you guessing blindly?" General Lee's car happened to be close to me, so he walked a little longer to see me over. ”

"Probably General Li noticed Guanle at the banquet, and then noticed you who played Xuan." Qin Ying lifted the teapot and refilled the empty cup at hand.

I have to admit that Mei Sanniang's luck is good, and she has won the appreciation of Hou Shangshu and General Li.

These two people also happened to be dominant on the battlefield and played a pivotal role in the court.

As Qin Ying remembers, Mei Sanniang finally got in touch with these two people.

Qin Ying was immersed in complex thoughts, and Mei Sanniang's hand reached into Qin Ying's bun.

She tilted her neck to look over, and suddenly said in surprise: "—Where's the flower on your head?"

"That bergamot fell off when it was spent." Qin Ying replied calmly.

"You're not going to give it away, are you? Zhao Tan told me last night that the Shangsi Festival is an auspicious day for men and women to meet. If men and women look at the right eye, they should give each other love tokens. Mei Sanniang picked up the distant mountain eyebrows painted in the morning and teased.

"Zhao Tan also told me that ancient women must eat eggs on the day of the Shangsi Festival. You haven't eaten eggs today, I'll ask the kitchen to make you a sugar water egg in the evening. ”

Qin Ying put down the teacup heavily, tore off his calm and calm expression, raised his voice and said word by word: "...... She knew too much. Also, I hate sugar water eggs the most. ”

She was very sure that Mei Sanniang's words were purely to "repay" Qin Ying's banter just now.

The guy who drove the car didn't know what was happening in the car, but he heard Qin Ying's words. He couldn't help but raise the whip of the bull and laughed.

In the temple, the elderly monk stood at the gate of the mountain and watched, and then called the person who was about to put down the bamboo broom.

"Like seven, the ground hasn't been swept yet."

"Yes, Acquaintance." He deferentially picked up the broom again.

Sweeping up the stairs, he found a flower in the gap between the mountain gate and the threshold.

Pinched the goose-yellow bergamot. Ruqi somehow remembered the gray-robed guy who asked him for directions during the day.

(Author's note: The second male character in the heroine's emotional line appears.) Ahem, does anyone mind if he's bald? If you mind, I'll let him grow his hair again... Well, I'm serious and strict for advice.

Does anyone find it unpleasant to hear about the Dharma name of Ruqi? Actually, I've done my best. After all, his name used to be Ruhua...

Recommend Bai Xiaowei's book: "Youth is not lost in the summer". Youth Campus Class.

After everyone watched it, it was like going back to the days when I was a student. ）