Fan Yingying's face stiffened slightly, and soon returned to its original state, and said with a smile: "Sister Yunzhu said that she is joking, how can Foguang Temple come to play, and the October Dynasty will come soon, my sister came this time so that my father and mother can live a long life, and hope that the Buddha will bless her." ”

As soon as these words came out, I saw that the old lady's eyes flashed with appreciation.

Zhao Yunzhu's face was soft, with a smile in her eyes, and her voice was warm and glutinous: "Miss Fan's heart, the Buddha will definitely be able to feel it." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the old lady and Mrs. Hou, "Grandmother, mother, it's getting late, let's hurry up." ”

At this moment, Zhao Tianyu approached from the side, looked at Zhao Yunzhu with gentle eyes and said, "Zhuzhu, my brother called a sedan chair man for you, and we will go up the mountain." ”

Zhao Yunzhu: ......

There is a fifty-year-old lady on the top, and she is strong and strong, climbing the mountain and looking into the distance, and there is a beautiful little girl with a skirt walking up step by step.

Zhao Yunzhu sat on the eight-lift sedan chair and covered his forehead and sighed: It's embarrassing......

The hundred steps are not more than Erer in the eyes of others, and everyone in the Yongdehou Mansion was reluctant to let Zhao Yunzhu go on this mountain road, so they called Jiaozi to carry her up the mountain.

Fan Yingying gritted her teeth, followed everyone up the stairs, and looked at Zhao Yunzhu, who was cared for like a moon in everyone's hearts, she was like a maid by her side, and her heart couldn't help but roll a little sourly.

Thinking of the humiliation he has suffered these days, he can't help but tighten the Jinpa in his hand.

In front of Foguang Temple, Zhao Yunzhu's eight-lift sedan chair is extremely conspicuous, whether it is on the way up the mountain, or at the door of the temple, there are always people who can't help but look at each other, secretly guessing which lady this is, and she is so delicate.

There are even more pious people on the Baijie steps, three steps and one bow, which is in stark contrast to Zhao Yunzhu's feet that do not touch the ground.

Zhao Yunzhu was so ashamed that if Zhao Yanran pointed a sword at her chest at this time, she would be willing to hit the head of the sword.

Finally arrived at the gate of Foguang Temple, Zhao Yunzhu tightened his cloak, covered his lips with a brocade handkerchief, and covered his face while coughing slightly.

The temple was full of smoke, Zhao Yunzhu was a little out of breath, and after bowing, he stood at the door and looked around.

"Yunzhu, I went with your grandmother to find the abbot of Wanxuan, do you want to go together?" Mrs. Hou helped the old lady, looked at Zhao Yunzhu with soft eyes and asked.

The abbot of Wanxuan is the presiding officer of Foguang Temple, and he is highly respected, and the signatures he has solved are all blessed.

"Abbot Wanxuan is preaching Buddha in Houzen, Sister Yunzhu will go and listen to it together." Fan Yingying stood aside and spoke.

Zhao Yunzhu couldn't help but glance at her.

What kind of character Fan Yingying is, she couldn't be clearer, she can concave the character so thoroughly, and rush to Houzen to listen to the Buddha Is someone in Houzen?

Originally, she wanted to go and see Wan Xuan's interest in this person stopped instantly, and she had to stay away from someone, so as not to splash blood.

Besides, she is just a half-person for Buddhism, and if she goes, she will be depressed and sleepy like listening to heavenly books, which is really difficult for herself.

Immediately said: "Everyone listens to the Buddha quietly, and I cough twice from time to time, which is really disrespectful to the abbot of Wanxuan." I heard that there is a prayer tree in Foguang Temple, and I want to go and see it. ”

"That's fine, we'll look for you when we're done." Mrs. Hou raised her hand and straightened the beads on Zhao Yunzhu's bun, and said softly.

Zhao Yunzhu nodded, covered his lips and coughed lightly.

"That prayer tree is on the edge of Wanghai Pavilion, it's windy there, don't stay too long." The old lady was distressed when she saw Zhao Yunzhu's appearance of covering her lips and coughing lightly, and solemnly explained to Zhao Tianyu, "Take care of your sister, if you are missing a hair, I will ask you." ”

Fan Yingying stood aside like a bubble, and the warm world seemed to not allow her to be inserted by an outsider.