Chapter 401: Good Man

There are many monasteries near Yanjing City, the capital of Great Qin, most of which are full of incense, but there are also a few temples that are dilapidated and rarely visited. Leiyin Temple is one of them.

Ding Min sent away Yue Ninghou, who went to the Internal Affairs Mansion early in the morning, and arranged for the princes and ladies in the Hou Mansion, and by the time she was done, it was already noon, and she hurriedly ate a few bites of snacks, and Ding Min went out in a carriage.

Looking at the time, she was afraid that someone would grab her before, but fortunately, this time she didn't have to brave the heavy snow to wait for Yin Chengshan. She asked people to inquire quietly, but the person had been in the Leiyin Temple, and Ding Min urged: "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

The afternoon of early winter is the warmest, this winter is colder than in previous years, Ding Min tightened the stove in her hand, she was afraid of snow and others, that year her whole person was almost frozen and stiff. The carriage passed by Scholar Yin's mansion, Ding Min's eyes were a little complicated, she couldn't lose to Ding Rou anymore.

"Stop, stop."

Ding Min suddenly commanded, and the carriage marked with the sign of the Marquis of Yue Ning's Mansion stopped on the side of the road. Due to the popularity of glass, most of the carriage windows are glass, and the lady who has a preference for ** hangs a gauze curtain on the window, and it is difficult for the landers outside to see the movement in the galloping carriage, but the people in the carriage can see the situation on the road clearly if they want to see it.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?"

Xia He knelt beside Ding Min, watching Ding Min clutch the gauze curtain, his nails seemed to be able to make a hole in the gauze curtain, and the hatred in his eyes was something Xia He had never seen.

"That hall is a place where talented people in the capital often meet, I heard that there have been private visits here today, many imperial historians and adults in the Hanlin Temple prefer the plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum planted in the guild hall, and they will come to the guild hall to meet friends in their spare time, or drink twice, and the literati imperial history has always been like this."

Ding Min didn't seem to listen to Xia He's explanation, and his eyes could pierce the glass, "Madam? "Ding Min has always looked down on the sour and rotten Qingliu Imperial History, how can it be abnormal today?

After a while. Ding Min seemed to be struggling, "Go... No, stop a little longer. ”

"Isn't going to Leiyin Temple?"

"It's not that I don't go, it's that I can't be ruthless. I can't just watch..."

Seeing him being deceived again, and seeing the married seventh sister repeat the mistakes of her previous life. Ding Min unconsciously patted the overdue incense burner, the elaborate carving was something she had never had in her previous life, after Ding Min married into the Yuening Marquis Mansion, although there were many difficulties, but in terms of food and clothing has always been a high enjoyment.

She shouldn't have been thinking about him, but seeing him... Ding Min is not a half-hearted person. It's just that she can't completely ignore it, even if something happens to the Mei family, she will do her best to help, but Ding Min can't bear to see him go down the wrong path.

There is no way to go to Leiyin Temple... Ding Min is in a dilemma.

People in the hall came in and out, and Ding Min couldn't wait outside the door of the hall all the time. Marquis Yue Ning is not as old as the important ministers of the capital, but the wealth of Marquis Yue Ning is also remembered by many people.

"Let's go, let's go to the Lei Yin Temple."

Ding Min spit out this sentence with difficulty, and his eyes were so tired that he was so tired. Xia He put the mink skin on Ding Min's knees, and when he smoothed out the folds, he saw a person coming out of the hall... The carriage went fast. Xia He knew him - Seventh Aunt, she sat beside Ding Min as usual, hanging down her flour and putting the silver carbon into the stove built into the palace carriage, was she looking at him?

Ding Min didn't pay attention to Xia He's movements, and instead thought about mentioning a word to the seventh sister on the day of overdose? At least not like she was deceived in her previous life, treating bad people as good people.

Leiyin Temple is a dismal temple, and there were rumors of haunting in the first two years, which made matters worse, and there were fewer and fewer pilgrims coming to Leiyin Temple. The temple host tried his best to save his reputation, so he couldn't invite a Taoist priest to come to the temple to catch ghosts.

So the presiding officer recited the scriptures for a month. Unexpectedly, when I was so tired that I vomited blood and was recuperating, the little novice in the temple traveled a lot, and the Leiyin Temple became more and more desolate, so that some poor people stored the coffins in the Leiyin Temple, which were all ghosts. Who scares whom?

Although the money for lamp oil is not much, but there is better than nothing, the host turns a blind eye, and the monk also has to eat fasting, because of this income, Leiyin Temple is barely maintained, Daqin stipulates that the temple Taoist temple also has to pay taxes every year, and there is also a poll tax. The silver tax is nothing to the temple with good incense, but it is a heavy burden on the temple, and if the tax is not enough, the temple will be forcibly closed.

The host really didn't want the temple to be submerged in the world, so the most in the Leiyin Temple was not pilgrims, but a black coffin.

In the cold wind, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes wearing open-toed shoes, squatting on the snow, moving the stones on the ground quickly, carefully looking for yellow herbs, there is a kind of herb growing under the stones around the Leiyin Temple, and you can sell two or three white lines at the drugstore.

With a smile on his face, the man put his hand under the snow, swept away the snow, dug out the herbs, and put it carefully and contentedly in the bag around his waist, regardless of the pain of the wound and the cracks, and the half-filled bag looked like he had gained a lot today... The cloth bag was tightened, for fear that one of the herbs would be exposed.

He squinted his eyes and glanced at the direction of the sun, muttered, stood up and hammered his sore waist with his hand, squatting for too long, his eyes were a little dizzy, and after a moment he walked towards the Lei Yin Temple.

On the way, passing by a lake with thin ice on the water, the man thought about it, put the worn-out shoes, put them on the shore, pulled up his trouser legs, left messy footprints on the snow, stomped into the water with his bare feet, and his feet suddenly submerged in the cold water, the man hissed, hung the cloth bag around his waist around his neck, stepped on the ice, and bent down to catch fish in the water of the net pond.

The ice surface was broken by him, the ice stubble cut his legs, the cat waist was kind, the man lifted the net, and saw that there was a three-inch-long small fish left in it, hehe: "Two more small things, enough for Yan Niang to boil fish soup for one night." ”

The small fish of the net are still on the shore to the side of the shoe, in terms of accuracy, the man stretched out his hand well, fished back and forth for half an hour, the man went ashore from the pond, his legs were already frozen red, wiped the water droplets on his legs, put down the trouser legs he was holding, and put the small fish into the net one by one, "There are only three, I knew that I would say two more." ”

Put on your shoes, rub your hands... He ran towards the temple.

"Tiezhuzi, you're back, your wife has been coughing for a long time." In the temple, the little novice wearing a patched monk's robe lit a lantern in front of the parked coffin, heard the sound of aggressive footsteps, and knew that it was the person who took refuge in the temple three months ago who had returned, turned around and lowered his voice and said (5. Fastest update): "I heard the host say that I won't keep you tomorrow, your wife... 's illness is too serious, and the host is afraid that she will be gone in the temple. ”

The man said: "If the old monk is dead, Yan Niang will not die, and there is no shortage of dead people in Leiyin Temple." ”

"Iron pillar, be careful."

"Thank you."

The man stretched out his hand and patted the little novice on the shoulder gratefully, the little novice thought for a moment and took out the egg on the cuff and stuffed it into the man's hand, "Aunt Yamashita gave it, I... I don't kill, give it to Yan Niang's donor. ”

"After this annoying winter, I'll go... I'm going to shoot in Nanshan, you.."

"Amitabha... The little monk doesn't eat. ”

Xiao Shami swallowed his saliva, and the man said: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart, Amitabha." ”

The man didn't politely put away the eggs, quickly turned back to the dilapidated temple, and came to a smaller room in the back, before he entered it, he heard a cough inside, and the man suddenly pushed the door in, "Yan Niang." ”

"Ah, you're back."

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