After sending the invitation, Hua Rong took Yueqing to Yunshan Temple.

According to the guest list, she bought some rosewood Buddhist beads and prepared to put them in a blessing bag as a souvenir.

The incense of Yunshan Temple is very prosperous, and I heard that if you go up the mountain step by step from the foot of the mountain, you can get the high monks in the temple to open the light and pray for blessings, and bless peace.

Hua Rong does not believe in ghosts and gods.

But before the Yin family went up the mountain to ask for jade for Jiang Yunhua, Hua Rong also wanted to ask for it.

For the person she can only put in her heart but cannot speak.

The steps of Yunshan Temple are very long, the steps are very hard, there are many believers who go up the mountain to add incense, but there are very few people who are willing to kneel and beg to go up the mountain like this.

Yueqing followed Hua Rong, watching her kneel down and get up again and again, and it didn't take long for a faint blood mark on the stone steps.

Yueqing couldn't help but persuade: "County Lord, it's just a gift for the opening banquet, and those people may not take it to heart, why do you bother to do this?" ”

"Someone will care."

And what she asked for was for that one person only.

Hua Rong knelt from the dawn to the deep night before going up to the temple.

The daytime hustle and bustle dissipated, and the whole temple was quiet.

Hua Rong's knees had already kneeled out of blood, and every step was like a needle prick, and the novice in Yueqinghe Temple wanted to send the Buddha beads into the Buddha hall on her behalf, but she refused.

She stubbornly and reverently sent the Buddha beads to the Buddha case, and then withdrew from the Buddha hall in the sound of chanting.

She did what she could, and she did not want to be contaminated with her unclean body.

The monks have to pray for the blessing of the Buddha beads for three days and three nights, and when they go out of the Buddha hall, there are novices who take flowers to the meditation room to rest.

I haven't been here for many years, but Hua Rong is still very familiar with the scenery here, and the injuries and humiliations she suffered here are also vivid.

When he arrived at the meditation room, Yueqing immediately called Qing Shui to help Hua Rong deal with the knee injury.

Lifting the skirt, the underwear was worn out and embedded in the flesh, and it was bloody.

Yueqing looked at it and whispered, "It will hurt a lot, the county lord bear with it." ”

"Okay."

Afraid of hurting Hua Rong, Yueqing handled it very carefully, sweating all over, but when she looked up after processing, she found that Hua Rong was looking out of the window in a daze, as if she didn't feel pain.

Yueqing didn't know that Hua Rong only had half a year to live, but she was inexplicably distressed when she saw this scene.

"The slave maid goes to the kitchen to see what there is to eat, and the county lord should go to bed early after eating."

Yueqing took the meal, Hua Rong asked her to eat together, Yue Qing didn't dare, but Hua Rong couldn't resist it, so she sat down.

After eating, Hua Rong asked softly: "When did you enter the palace, and is there anyone else in the family?" ”

"Back to the county lord, the slave maid entered the palace at the age of twelve, my father is the husband of Zhou County, the mother relies on weaving to subsidize the family, there is a brother, a younger brother and a younger sister in the family, I went to the family to write a letter, the brother got married at the end of the year, and this year the family can not add people."

Speaking of her family, Yueqing had a smile on her face, and there was some expectation in her eyes.

Hua Rong had never experienced the feeling of family harmony, and asked with some envy: "Do you want to go home?" ”

Yueqing nodded at first, and then shook her head and said: "The county lord treats the slave and maid generously, the slave and maid are willing to serve the county lord all the time, and the family also needs the slave and maid to take the money back to subsidize the family." ”

Yueqing is old, and she has to be urged to marry when she goes back, she doesn't want to do this.

Hua Rong saw Yueqing's concerns, thought for a while and said: "I want to make that ready-to-wear shop bigger, your needlework is good, and you will also do some work in the shop in the future, I will also give you a salary, if you have any good ideas, you can also say it, the business in the shop is good, there will be additional dividends." ”

Although half a year is not long enough, it can also allow Yueqing to have a good experience, and then leave her some money, and there should be no problem just supporting her.

"The monthly money that the county lord gave to the slave is high enough, and the slave and maid can't ask for ...... anymore"

"You deserve more work, and I need more than a loyal maid, but also a henchman who can help me do things."

Hua Rong interrupted Yueqing, intending to cultivate her, Yueqing quickly reacted, suppressed excitement and said: "The slave must work hard and never disappoint the expectations of the county lord!" ”

On the second day, Hua Rong was awakened by the solemn sound of the bell.

Her knees hurt more than yesterday, but Hua Rong didn't want to be stuffy in the house, so she asked Yueqing to help herself go outside.

After a while, I walked in front of the towering stupa with a stone tablet engraved with a merit book. ap.

This is the relics stupa that Jiang Yunhua oversaw the reconstruction, and the name on the merit book is the same as what Xiao Mingyou originally transcribed.

Time has passed, Xiao Mingyou has been executed a long time ago, and Jiang Yunhua no longer has the infatuation with her in the temple, but these two things have remained here without moving, which is really providential.

Hua Rong looked at the merit book, and a monk suddenly came over and said, "Amitabha, female benefactor, you come back safely." ”

Hua Rong returned the salute and asked, "Does the mage recognize me?" ”

"I recognize that a few years ago, the female benefactor came to the temple with the Jiang benefactor to help repair the temple, and fell into the waterhole, and the poor monk was very impressed by the female benefactor."

In addition to falling into a pool, there were also a lot of incidents, no wonder people remember.

Hua Rong wanted to apologize, but heard the monk say: "Master Jiang lit a long-life lamp for the female benefactor in the temple, why didn't you accompany the female donor to repay the vow today?" ”

Hua Rong was stunned.

The longevity lamp is something even rarer than asking the monks in the temple to open the light and pray for blessings.

It doesn't need to go up the mountain step by step, as long as you copy the scriptures nine hundred and eighty-one times with cinnabar, and not a single stroke is wrong, it can be ignited.

It is said that as long as this lamp is lit, it can prolong the life of the sick and ward off the calamities of the afflicted.

A proud person like Jiang Yunhua actually believed in gods and Buddhas for her and did this kind of thing.

Hua Rong went with the monks to the Buddha hall where the longevity lamp was enshrined.

The golden statue of Buddha inside is tall and compassionate, but there are only a few lamps enshrined under the seat.

"Everyone in the world has distracting thoughts, even if they come to pray for people with the greatest sincerity, they will inevitably be disturbed by the thoughts on the side, and it took Jiang Shi a full five days to copy."

The Buddhist scriptures copied by Jiang Yunhua are still pasted on the wall.

The cinnabar has not yet faded, and it is amazingly bright.

At that time, Hua Rong's life and death were uncertain, the truth was unknown, and I didn't know what kind of mood Jiang Yunhua was in when he copied those scriptures.

Hua Rong stared at the scriptures for a while, and said softly, "Can you put out that lamp?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yueqing and the monk were shocked, Yueqing didn't dare to make a loud noise in the Buddhist hall, and only gently tugged on Huarong's sleeve to signal her not to do this.

The monk was a little curious after being surprised: "Everyone in the world wants to be blessed and live longer, even if the female benefactor doesn't believe in this, there is no harm in keeping this lamp, why should she extinguish it?" ”

"Because I don't need to."

I'm dead to him a long time ago, and I don't need him to do such a thing for me behind my back.

I don't have much left of my life, and it's useless to light this lamp, so it's better to extinguish it.

Hua Rong replied quickly, and her tone was very resolute.

Knowing that she had made up her mind, the monk folded his hands together and said in deep thought, "Amitabha! ”