At the beginning, the fourth wife of the second room, Rong, once threatened that today's Concubine Shu is extremely expensive.

But Emperor Qinglong is dead, and no matter how expensive her life is, she can only grow old day by day in the deep palace and wait for death. How can such a life be precious?

Jiang's face was a little unpleasant.

But Xie Zhiruo was young, and when she heard the name of Concubine Shu, she didn't think too deeply for a while, but was quite complacent. In any case, Concubine Shu has entered the palace and has been favored. With such an identity, after a little calculation, she should be comparable to Concubine Shu in the future.

In this way, she will definitely marry higher than Xie Shuning.

Xie Zhiruo smiled and asked Jiang to accept the signature and go to show it in front of others.

Jiang Shi was displeased, glared at her fiercely, and turned his head to say to the fat monk: "Master, is this sign really auspicious?" ”

"If the monks don't speak, how can they be fake?" The fat monk was startled, put on a solemn face, and his voice sank a little.

Hearing this, Jiang hurriedly apologized, and asked cautiously: "Will the things written on the signed document be fulfilled?" ”

The fat monk recited the Buddha's name, sang the signature slowly, and said a few words of the Buddha that people couldn't understand, and said to her with a face: "Where the destiny is, the reincarnation of cause and effect, whether the signature is fulfilled or not lies in the heart." ”

The words are still so confusing.

I seem to understand it, but if I look at it carefully, I don't know what it means at all.

Jiang couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

She wanted to ask carefully, but she couldn't directly say whether Concubine Shu's life was good or not, and such words were not something they could casually put in private.

Xie Zhiruo on the side quietly pulled her sleeve and said softly, "Mother." ”

Jiang came back to his senses. After receiving the signature, he pretended to thank him calmly. He turned around and left with Xie Zhiruo.

Behind the two, no one noticed. The fat monk with a fat head and big ears threw the stick that Xie Zhiruo had drawn into the stick, pouted and whispered, "After saying a basket of good things, I was reluctant to add more sesame oil money." ”

Jiang's mother and daughter have indeed forgotten about this.

The two walked out of the main hall with different expressions. One tries to pretend that nothing happened, and his face is stiff; One can hardly hide the joy on his face.

Jiang Shi was very unhappy in his heart, and he was annoyed that Xie Zhiruo took it upon himself to draw such a lot. If it really looks like Concubine Shu, how good will it be in the future! According to her meaning, in a few years, she will let Xie Zhiruo marry her maiden nephew. Don't mention kissing and kissing, mother-in-law and aunt, no matter how good. Xie Zhiruo's temperament is not good, but her nephew is a young man who speaks and does things steadily. Wife, it's not bad.

But today, when such a thing suddenly came, how could she not be careful?

Xie Zhiruo didn't realize it, put her arm around Jiang's arm, and said with a smile: "Mother." The sign in Puji Temple must be extremely effective, don't you say? ”

Jiang Shi was noncommittal, and the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened.

The third old lady stared at the backs of the two of them fixedly, and then lowered her voice and asked Chunping. "Have you already gone up the mountain?"

"It's already settled." Chunping lowered his head and said respectfully.

The third old lady nodded in satisfaction and sighed in a low voice. Admonished: "Be careful. This time, I had to walk with the people in the long house, so I had to be more careful and careful than usual. ”

Haruhei responded.

"Third aunt. Can you ask for a visa? As soon as the two of them had spoken a few words, the eldest lady Wang came over.

The third old lady then said: "Sister Yun'er's scripture is to be recited for seven seven and forty-nine days? ”

The eldest lady's footsteps faltered slightly. Said: "Naturally, you have to be satisfied." The child was pitiful, and when I thought about it, I felt like a pinprick hurting, and I asked the master in the temple to recite the mantra for her a few more times, and it would be better somewhat. ”

The third old lady smiled silently, only slightly bowed her head invisibly, put a stick of incense in front of the Buddha, and then picked a few words of consolation and said to the eldest lady, and led Chunping back to the wing.

"What kind of elder shelf!" As soon as the people left, the eldest lady scolded in a low voice with disdain. When he raised his head, he saw that the statue with a golden body was looking at him condescendingly, and he hurriedly said, "Bodhisattva is not strange, Bodhisattva is not strange......"

Outside the main hall, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded.

After a while, the sky was covered with dark clouds, like a huge palm that had been obscuring the last rays of light.

On rainy days in Kyoto, it's always dark.

Fortunately, incense and candles were burning everywhere in the temple, and the sky suddenly became dark, and the people inside were not panicked. When the little monk with a green scalp lit the oil lamps everywhere, the raindrops the size of beans fell "crackling".

Hearing the sound, Xie Shuning came back to his senses, and couldn't help but look out through the window.

But Xie Shumin behind the bamboo curtain was honest, didn't cry or make trouble, and sat cross-legged on the futon in a proper manner.

Everyone sat around the side, and they could only see her fleshy body standing upright. The master sat a step away from her, chanting the profound and difficult Buddhist verses in his mouth, and gently tapped the rosewood fish in front of him with one hand.

Looking at it this way, it is harmonious.

Chen's eyes didn't dare to blink, staring at the bamboo curtain, as if he was about to burn two holes in his head.

There were only a few seats in the room, and the Song family, Mrs. Seven, and Xie Shuning were naturally sitting, but the Chen family could only stand like the maid waiting outside the door.

Therefore, Xie Shuning can still see the faint scene behind the bamboo curtain, but Chen is not easy to see.

Soon, the rain outside was loud, and the coolness began to rise along the limbs.

Xie Shuning's body moved slightly, and he muttered: "The halls of Puji Temple are also old, and they seem to get colder and colder when it rains, and I don't know how much silver I need to rest......

This was the second time she had mentioned silver in this room.

The figure behind the bamboo curtain did not move.

But Xie Shuning, who had been paying close attention to the movements inside, still noticed something strange in an instant.

Just when she said to take a break, the sound of the monk beating the wooden fish suddenly became heavier. It wasn't obvious, but she noticed.

Once again, she is better than anyone else in this world. We must be on this kind of road and go more ahead. It's like a gamble. Before the market even opened, she knew exactly what cards she could use for herself. What's the use.

Puji Temple is different from other temples, there is a field at the foot of the mountain, and there is an income next to it.

They all rely on incense.

Therefore, once the incense in the temple is not as good as in the past, the monks in the temple will become poor.

In his previous life, Emperor Qinglong suddenly became obsessed with Taoism one year, and forgot about Puji Temple in a blink of an eye. The days of Puji Temple soon became decadent because of this. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Emperor Qinglong to change his mind again.

But wait until Yan Huai becomes the regent. Puji Temple is even more directly even the temple door is sad.

Xie Shuning had met the monk once in the past, and she remembered that this was an old guy with excellent wealth.

Strictly speaking, a monk like Jie Anger is not only not a master, but also cannot even be regarded as a serious monk.

As she expected, although the abstinence behind the bamboo curtain was still chanting, she was already searching for things about Xie Shuning in her heart.

He has been in the imperial city for many years, where would he not know the rumors.

-- The sixth wife of the Xie family is a wealthy person.

He thought. couldn't help but quietly look through the small gap between the bamboo curtains, and carefully looked at Xie Shuning. Everyone knows that the eighth lady of the Xie family is very good with Princess Huihe, who is now the most beloved by Emperor Sufang.

Jie Anger stopped tapping the hand of the wooden fish. After a pause, he raised his voice and said, "My Buddha is compassionate. ”

The crowd waiting outside stood still, waiting for him to continue.

"Miss Nine is pure and innocent by nature. It's also ......."

Before he finished speaking, Chen's standing body stiffened suddenly.

The monk who abstained from hatred said this clearly, and he said it to a group of people sitting outside. At first glance, the words are praise. But the meaning of the words couldn't be clearer, didn't it mean that Xie Shumin was born dull. No cure?

The Chen family understood everything, how could the rest of the people not understand, and everyone's faces became weird.

After receiving the words of the monk who abstained from hatred, Chen was even more like being struck by lightning, only to feel that the "whooshing" rain outside was poured on him, and the cold went straight to her brain, freezing her painfully.

"Miss Nine, please go back." Behind the bamboo curtain, he sighed faintly, his voice vicissitudes, with infinite amazement.

Xie Shumin then walked out from behind the bamboo curtain and opened her big eyes, "Why are my aunt's eyes wet?" ”

Only then did everyone realize that at some point, Chen had burst into tears.

Song thought that she was sad because Xie Shumin was afraid that she would be stupid for the rest of her life, and she couldn't bear to reprimand her in the heart of being a mother.

As everyone knows, Chen's tears are all for himself.

She was annoyed, if Xie Shumin drowned her in her life and framed her in the Song family, it would be better to keep her and embarrass herself today. And now, even if she really ruthlessly wants her daughter's life, who would believe that the Song family will not let go of even a fool......

Keeping this fool is really responding to yourself!

Chen bit his lower lip, tears streaming down his face.

The monk recited "Amitabha" again, and said no more.

However, in the sound of rain in this room, Xie Shuning knew that the fish had already taken the bait.

The first day of the ascent was spent in a torrential downpour. Xie Shuning couldn't sleep at night, waiting hard, but she didn't wait for the moth of the third old lady. Clueless, really clueless. Early the next morning, before the heavy rain stopped, Xie Shuning got up and went to the Song family's house next door.

In the morning, except for the seventh wife, Zhang's babbling came once, there was no sound.

She was not at ease, so she asked Yuebai to quietly inquire about the movements of the third old lady, but learned that the third old lady had not gone out this morning, and had been copying scriptures in the house, and even the morning food was brought to the house by Chunping.

The calm before the storm is too unsettling......

This time, the Xie family was originally scheduled to stay on the mountain for three days. No matter what Xie Shuning thinks, she feels that today is the most likely to have an accident.

In the evening, Mrs. Seventh invited Song and Xie Shuning to go to the front to listen to the lecture on the precepts.

Halfway through, Mrs. Seven said, "Your old lady is sincere, and she inquired early when the abbot would give a lecture, and then asked the maid to tell me to wait." (To be continued......)

PS: Ahhhh......h Although the deceased is big, it is really unbearable...... I'm afraid it's going to be past eleven o'clock, so those who go to bed early should rest early, and come to see tomorrow