On August 29, it is advisable to sacrifice. In the Nanming Temple, where incense is extremely prosperous in the southern suburbs of the capital, Yu Jian supported her grandmother and followed the flow of people into the temple.

The monks who were waiting on the side folded their hands and saluted, and brought a group of good men and women into the dust-free temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.

"Grandma, you don't have to." Yu Jian gasped slightly, turned a corner, and came to a corner where there were fewer people.

Grandma Yu patted the back of her hand, but her eyes were staring at the big ding burning Buddha incense in front of her, and said reverently, "Come and worship the Buddha, and ask for peace for you and Yu Yuan." The grandchildren hurt their bodies almost at the same time, which is also hinting at it.

Since the old man passed away, Grandma Yu began to believe in Buddhism, and sometimes for the elderly, this may be a different kind of sustenance.

"When you get to the main hall, you will also kowtow, and your heart will be sincere."

Yu Jian sighed and could only agree.

When it was their turn, there were not many people in the hall. Yu Jian'an quietly stared at the Great Buddha for a while, held the incense and kowtowed three times, then got up, and inserted the fine incense with red stars into the black incense burner in front of him.

Looking back, Grandma Yu was gone. She was a little anxious and whispered, "Grandma?" Follow the route of the Buddha and look for it.

Behind it is the temple courtyard where the sign is stood, and there is a large tree with dense branches and leaves, and strips of red silk tied on it, on which are tied the wishes of the believers. And Grandma Yu sat under this tree, sitting in front of an old monk with a wrinkled face, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Grandma!" Yu Jian hurriedly walked to her side, gently pressed her palm on her shoulder, and complained a little, "Don't run around, there are too many people."

Grandma Yu smiled and glanced at her, "Got it." He continued to talk to the old monk, and between the words he probably wanted to ask for a peace charm or something.

The old monk asked her who she was asking for, and Grandma Yu pointed to her granddaughter behind her, and added, "There is also a little grandson."

The old monk looked up at the girl who had just run over. At this moment, Yu Jian happened to look up at the red silk rope that swung to the top of his head, and vaguely recognized a few words. When he turned his face, he met the old monk's gaze.

Both sides were stunned.

Those eyes are clear and deep, vast and grand. At a glance, it is as if you have entered an unknown territory, surrounded by an ocean of water.

Yu Jian was stunned for a long time before he could come back to his senses, and bowed to the old monk, but unconsciously used the number of rituals when he was still in the Tang Dynasty.

The old monk smiled slightly, reached out and stroked the old man's beard, and nodded faintly.

On the way down the mountain, Yu Jian was still reminiscing about the old monk's comments to her: "There is no karma, only keep your heart."

She didn't understand very well, and when she wanted to ask carefully, the old monk's rest card was revealed, and it was time for fasting.

Grandma Yu is very familiar with Nanming Temple: "There is a shop at the foot of the mountain that specializes in vegetarian food, go and try it? I heard that the monks in the temple came out to open it."

Can a monk still be vulgar? Yu Jian looked at her grandmother suspiciously. Grandma Yu smiled again: "I probably think the food is unbearable, and the Buddha won't keep it...... but she has some joking thoughts.

Nanming Temple only has this vegetarian restaurant, which is considered to be marked with an official label, there are many people in line, Yu Jian took the menu in advance, there is no choice, only a set meal, and the price is close to the people.

Two side dishes, one soup, one bowl of staple food, and one fruit, ordinary people can also eat enough. Yu Jian ordered two different dishes, planning to try more different dishes.

The dish was served quickly, it should have been prepared in advance, and a tray was neatly placed. Yu Jian looked at it, and there was a dazzling array of red, red, green and green.

"These eight-treasure vegetarian dishes are so delicious, I have to come twice a month for this bite." There were other pilgrims who admired it.

"Who's to say it doesn't, this vegetarian fried noodles taste no worse than those in a five-star hotel. That is, the master is unwilling to leave this Nanming Temple, otherwise he will definitely make a lot of money in the city."

Eight treasure vegetarian dishes are based on various mushrooms, stir-fried and then stewed with mushroom broth, and finally poured with sauce, bite down, the mushrooms are fat and juicy, no different from eating meat.

Look at the vegetarian fried noodles again, the noodles made of bracken are boiled in boiling water, put them in cold water and chilled, mix with some seasonal vegetables, pour them with hot oil, the taste of green onions and chili peppers is strong, sour and spicy and spicy.

But Yu Jian's favorite is lotus root slices. Cut the lotus root into thin slices, soak in water to remove the starch, and break the boiling water and pass the cold water. Add the same thinly sliced pear slices and boiled lotus seed lily, and then season with dill and lemon zest, and the sweet and crunchy bite will instantly dissipate the heat of this summer.

Grandma Yu has a bad mouth, but she has a soft spot for the fragrant and delicious eight-treasure vegetarian dishes. Yu Jian silently finished eating a whole plate of lotus root slices alone, and felt that it was really worth the trip.

Before leaving, she glanced at Nanming Mountain at the top of the mountain again. In the midst of the smoke and clouds, there are loud bells ringing, which makes people feel awe.

……

There is a cause and there must be an effect, and those who do evil do not fail to repay it, but the time has not yet come.

In the capital detention center, Nishimura Kowako leaned against the cold wall decadently, her hair loosely tied back her head, and her face was so pure that there was no blood. She has been locked up here for a long time, and at first she will still be noisy, she is a neon countryman, Huaxia has no right to detain her, she asked to be sent back to China.

People from the embassy also came several times, but they were all turned away by the Huaxia police. She asks Sato to contact the family to save her, but Sato tells her that the Nishimura family is too busy to take care of themselves, and the patriarch hates her as a black sheep and even her teacher doesn't answer the phone.

The neon country refreshment queen who was once high above is now slumped in prison like a mourning dog.

She was defeated. Go down in flames.

"No. 3075, someone is visiting." There was a shout outside, and then someone came in and opened the door, and she followed out in a daze.

"Nishimura-san, how did you become like this?" Through the glass, Han Yubai picked up the microphone and pretended to say, as if he was concerned about her, and his tone was full of regret.

Nishimura Kowako looked at him quietly for a long time. To this day, she no longer understands that she is really stupid, she has been used thoroughly by this man. Obviously, it was a plan made by the two of them together, but in the end, Han Yubai was alone.

She picked up the microphone and felt an indescribable sarcasm: "Are you even here to laugh at me?"

Han Yubai smiled: "Of course not. I'm here to care for you. By the way, do you know why you can't get out of this quadripartite cage?"

Nishimura Kowako frowned, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Originally, you could exercise diplomatic immunity, and even you could return to the Neon Nation unharmed. But someone doesn't allow it, you hurt the person he cares about the most, how can he let you go? As for open court hearings, as a typical example, you will only be sentenced more severely......

Nishimura Kowako only felt that her head was buzzing, and she didn't listen to a word of what Han Yubai said, she only remembered that Tang Yuan would not let her go.

Yes, how could he let himself go?

The past of Le Cordon Bleu College is superimposed on the past, and he is only afraid that she will die in Huaxia.

Nishimura Kowako smiled miserably, this is probably retribution......

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