For two days in a row, Su Yueleng boxed and played red tassel guns in the Wutong Courtyard in the morning, and Xiao Yunxuan, who ran Su Ye in the afternoon, trained with him, in addition to the art of war and strategy, she also had to train her physical fitness in the hot summer, although she was boring and tired, she enjoyed it.

And Su Yanran was not idle, she ran to Xiaoyunxuan every day to send them summer soup, and even on this day, they had to go to Sanqing Temple to give Su Yue Lengniang incense.

Su Yueleng knew in her heart that her younger sister had always been delicate and sensitive, and she must have noticed that her relationship with her father was close again, so she tried every possible way to intervene.

Leaning her head back on the cushion of the carriage, Su Yueleng looked at the lush suburban scenery outside the window with a light curtain, completely ignoring Su Yanran's restless thoughts.

The current Su Yanran is only ten years old, she doesn't have much of an idea, and she is not so bad that she is dead, what she needs to pay attention to the most is Yang Rong.

In the previous life, Yang Rong was finally so arrogant, but it was because of her mother's family, the Shangjia Yang family.

The Yang family was just a last-rate merchant back then, relying on Yang Rong to climb the big tree of the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, and since then it has continued to grow, not only straightening Yang Rong's waist, but also becoming Chu Meiluo's money bag and Jianghu power, those unsightly things are done by the Yang family, I don't know how much black blood has been stained over the years.

Including the father, but also her and her children······

"Sister?" Su Yanran screamed several times, and finally pulled Su Yueleng back to reality from her dark memories.

Raising her eyes suddenly, her cold gaze frightened Su Yanran's pink little face pale.

"Sister, sister, why do you look at Yanran like this? Yanran is so scared ······" Su Yanran pursed her mouth, and tears came as soon as she said it.

At this time, the car door opened, and Su Ye leaned in. "Why don't you get out of the car, it's already here-"

"Whoaaaa My sister is so fierce, Yanran is so afraid! Su Yanran turned around and threw herself directly into Su Ye's arms, crying so much that her liver and intestines were broken.

Su Yueleng frowned, got out of the car directly, and ignored Su Yanran's drama spirit at all.

He Jianyun stepped up the stone steps to the top of the mountain first, and the cool breath of the mountain came to his face, with a faint smell of incense, refreshing people's hearts.

Sanqing Temple is in the eastern suburbs of the capital, built on the Sanqing Mountain, it is a well-known feng shui treasure around the capital, and the incense here is also the most prosperous, but these days it is really sultry, and there are not many people who travel to the view.

In the past two years, Master Yunyin, who has presided over the temple, has gone out to practice, and it is the two abbot masters who received Su Yueleng and his party.

With the master kneeling sincerely, Su Yanran knelt behind for an hour and couldn't stand it, Su Ye had no choice but to let people lead her to the meditation room that the temple had set aside for them to rest.

The time of kneeling passed quickly, especially Su Yueleng prayed for her mother again after many years.

Sanskrit sound lingers in the heart, as if it can purify all the dirt in the mind and body.

Su Yue coldly twisted the Buddhist beads and gently chanted the scriptures in her mouth, and couldn't help but recall the picture of her incense for her mother after she got married in her previous life.

When she first got married, Chu Meiluo would accompany her to Sanqing Temple, but every time she met Su Yanran, the two of them frowned, and she didn't notice it stupidly.

Now that I think about it, these two people should have had a tryst in the temple through the beginning.

With a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, the girl folded her hands and looked up at the quiet and peaceful Buddha statue in front of her.

You are doing things in a holy place, even the Buddha can't stand it.

Let me Su Yueleng be reborn, I am here to send you to hell!

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At the end of the half-day chanting, Su Yue stood up trembling and trembling, her knees a little swollen.

The accompanying abbot gave a handful of help, and when he saw that the child was only eleven years old and had such perseverance, he couldn't help but sigh. "The little benefactor's sincerity can be learned, and he will definitely be able to move my Buddha and help Mrs. Bai soar as soon as possible."

Su Yue nodded coldly, but she was sad in her heart.

In her previous life, she only came a few times after she got married, and then there were years of war and struggle for the throne, and then in the future Sanqing Temple for her mother's incense, the mother's soul has not been taken care of by no one, and has become a lonely ghost?

The abbot felt the change in the girl's aura, and the old eyes under the white eyebrows showed doubts and paused.

"Little donor, the old man has some things that I don't know whether to say or not."

"Abbot, please."

The abbot stroked his white beard, and his voice was deep, like a curling green smoke wafting from the incense case wrapped around his heart.

"If you come, you will be safe, can the little benefactor understand?"

Su Yue looked up at the abbot coldly, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

When the abbot saw her like this, he sighed slightly. "Lao Wei can see that the little donor is a transparent person, and he just wants to remind you that Mu Qiang is broken, and sometimes he puts it down, maybe it's another world."

Is it strong and folded?

Will there be another world when you let it go?

The girl clenched her fists, her eyes suddenly sad and then sharp and fierce, and her body seemed to fall into an ice cellar, trembling uncontrollably.

What does the abbot mean by this?

Want her to give up revenge?!

For a while, Su Yueleng only felt that all the blood on his body rushed into his head, his dark pupils continued to shrink, and he stared at the Buddha statue behind the abbot.

At last glance, she seemed to see the Buddha statue's benevolent eyebrows slightly open, and the eyes, sarcastic, cold, as if laughing at her naivety and recklessness.