Sushin-an.

This small Zen temple built at the northern foot of Wangchun Mountain is the family temple of the Zhiyong Mansion.

Wei Zongyong's biological mother, Mrs. Zhang, has been practicing here for nearly ten years.

At the beginning, Wei Zongzhao was exiled, and Wei Zongyong was knighted.

The Zhang family took the initiative to leave the house and came to Suxin'an, and Mrs. Zhu asked Wei Zongyong to ask for a reward for her.

Although the two never said a word about this, they both knew that the other had made concessions.

The Zhang family gave Mrs. Zhu the status of the only grandmother of the Zhiyong Mansion, and Mrs. Zhu gave her the status of an edict that ordinary concubines could not get in their lifetime.

For so many years, Mrs. Zhang has been dedicated to cultivation and has never asked about anything in the house.

Even Wei Yiwan passed away and Wei Yimi got married, and she didn't pay attention to it.

And now that the news of Wei Chang'an's killing came, Mrs. Zhang finally put down the rosary.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the fire rose to the sky, and Suxin'an caught fire.

Mrs. Zhang stood in front of the mountain gate, surrounded by nuns and miscellaneous servants, a total of dozens of people.

Everyone is sorry, although it is a small Zen temple here, it is also carefully decorated, quite a year.

Now that it has suffered the disaster of Huilu, it is really regrettable.

But Mrs. Zhang's expression was calm, without the slightest reluctance, and the same was true of Mingxin who followed her.

A carriage was ready, with a few simple pieces of luggage on it.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the firelight and red sky, and her old eyes were deeper than the dark night.

"Old lady, it's almost time, and you can get to the house after dawn." Mingxin's dry voice spoke like an hourglass, with no urgency or warmth.

"Let's go!" Mrs. Zhang got into the car without looking back.

Mingxin followed, and the rest stayed where they were, waiting for someone to take them over.

Early in the morning, the subordinate in charge of sprinkling and sweeping had finished cleaning the yard, and the porter's servant also got up and opened the side door, and three or five people sat on the drum stone in front of the door and looked at the street.

Now the house hangs filial piety, they all wear a white filial piety belt around their waists, and occasionally there are inferior maids walking through the vestibule, all wearing plain skirts and sideburns with a white paper flower.

A thin horse-drawn green cloth caravan came slowly, and the driver was a slow old man, and it took a lot of effort to park.

Then some of the faded curtains were lifted, and a thin old nun poked her head out.

The little guy is a little impatient, and now that there is a funeral in the house, there are many monks, nuns and Taoists who want to come here to recite the scriptures and make Jiao, in a vain attempt to make a fortune.

But the mansion has already invited the senior monks of the Great Xiangguo Temple to come to the young master, where can I use these wild monks and wild ways?

Therefore, without waiting for the nun to get out of the car, she waved impatiently and said, "Go, go, go!" Where did the female bald donkey come from, don't look at what kind of place this is, don't come here to cheat and eat and drink, or the uncle will give you a good meal! ”

The thin nun didn't hear it, got out of the car slowly, and then tidied up her old monk's robe without hurrying, and then said, "I'm tired of going in and saying goodbye, Mrs. Tai is back." ”

"Where did the liar come from?!" The little girl choked and said, "How dare you pretend to be Mrs. Tai?!" Mrs. Tai went to the Qinyong Mansion just before yesterday, where is Sister Ruyi? You bald crooked man came here to recognize his relatives! ”

"What's the noise early in the morning?! Doesn't it sound like talk?! "A man in his forties came over, he was Song Wuye, who was in charge of the account room in the house, and he got up early in the morning to walk in the yard, and heard someone shouting in front of the door.

"Song Wu, I haven't seen you have a beard for a few years." The thin nun recognized Song Wuye at a glance.

"Yo! This is not a valley...... Master Mingxin! Song Wuye almost broke out in a cold sweat when he looked at it, and then hurriedly walked up to meet him.

This unsightly, thin old nun is inconspicuous in the eyes of others, but to the old people of the Zhiyong Mansion, they have to look at it differently.

Mingxin is her legal name, her common surname is Gu, and she was Mrs. Zhang's matchroom and the most powerful confidant.

Later, Mrs. Tai entered the family temple to repair, and she went with her.

I heard that it was shaved soon after, and it was given a legal name, which is no longer commensurate with the name of a layman.

He hasn't returned to the house for so many years, but his appearance hasn't changed for so many years, probably because he has lost weight to the extreme, and there will be no major changes.

The little guy guarding the door was immediately frightened, and then a clever whisper said: "There is indeed a lady in our house who practices in the family temple, presumably this one has returned." ”

Sure enough, Mingxin said with a cold face: "Suxin'an caught fire last night and burned to a white ground, and Mrs. Tai had nowhere to live, so she could only return to the house first." Go and report it, lest the old lady accuse you of being rude. ”

Two of the little girls hurriedly went away, and at this time, the Bao couple was still indulging in the pain of losing their son, and they were lying on the bed and had not yet gotten up.

A maid brought a decoction and prepared to serve and drink it.

Wei Chang'an is now in the atrium, and he must have recited the mantra for 7749 days in the water and land dojo before he can be buried.

The little girl went to the door to find the big girl in charge and said, and the maid hurriedly told the mother of the country.

Mother Guo is not having a good time these days, her red eyes are dumb and her voice is hoarse, her head is windy, and she is strangled with an old forehead.

After listening to the maid's report, he hurriedly took three steps and two steps into the inner room, and told Bao's family.

Bao Shi hurriedly got up after hearing this, and asked someone to call Wei Zongyong to get up.

Wei Zongyong has been in Aunt Sang's house these days, and she is serving her undressed.

After hearing the news, they also hurried up, and the couple went to the door to greet them together.

Wei Zongyong cried bitterly all the way from the moment he passed the middle gate, and came to the door with a cry of heaven and earth.

Mrs. Zhang sat in the car, and the curtain had been completely lifted.

Wei Zongyong pounced on Mrs. Zhang's legs and cried.

Bao also stood aside and wiped his tears.

Mrs. Zhang didn't cry along, but let Mingxin help her out of the car.

Seeing her like this, these two people also restrained their voices and didn't dare to howl anymore.

The servants of the family also stood on both sides with their hands down, and when they arrived at the main hall, Bao whispered to his subordinates to invite a few young ladies over to see Mrs. Tai.

"Where does Chang'an's coffin stop?" Mrs. Zhang asked, her voice was low, it was not very beautiful when she was young, but when she was old, it increased her majesty.

"Mother, don't go and see it!" Wei Zongyong advised: "Watch out for your body. ”

"You useless thing!" Mrs. Zhang said hatefully: "Look at what is left of these children of yours now?!" Chang'an, he is my own grandson, and when I come back, I will send him on his last journey, what face do you have to stop me?! ”

Wei Zongyong immediately silenced, he had been afraid of her biological mother since he was a child, she was always so stiff and cold, and the words she said were all orders.

Over the years, he has gradually forgotten his experience of being accused and reprimanded, and now he has a chance to relive it.