Since Baiyun Temple sent Yuan Jin to receive her, there would probably be opportunities to meet her in the future, so Wei Jingwei wanted to chat more and get acquainted with her.
Little Master Yuan Jin said Amitabha again before speaking slowly, "I was abandoned by my parents at the gate of Baiyun Temple when I was born. It was the master who adopted me and gave me a mouthful of food to prevent me from dying outside. The master said that I and the Buddha There is a fate, and the fate with the world of mortals has been exhausted, so the fate of taking the name has been exhausted."
When others talk about this life experience, they inevitably feel a bit sad or resentful.
Yuan Jin's tone was always very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
It seems that this name was obtained very well.
"The bedroom has been packed a long time ago. Donor Wei, please come with me." After Yuan Jin said that, he led everyone forward. To enter the temple, you first have to walk through a large set of stairs.
Maid Ma San and others were fine, but when they reached the top, Wei Jingwei was out of breath.
The white face was stained with a bit of crimson, but compared to the usually fair complexion, it looked a bit more alive.
Yuan walked up as early as possible, then stopped and waited patiently. After everyone had walked up safely, he started walking forward again.
After bypassing another Dharma hall, Wei Jingwei's residence is right behind.
It was very quiet along the way, but I didn't see any other monks.
Seemingly seeing the doubts and confusion on Wei Jingwei's face, Yuan Jin slowed down his steps and explained in a low voice: "At this time, the masters and brothers are all doing evening classes, so naturally, donor Wei can't see anyone. Master, listen It is said that Donor Wei likes peace and quiet, and the residence he arranged is relatively remote."
Wei Jingwei nodded slightly.
She didn't ask anyone to request a place to live. It must have been arranged by her grandmother and others.
Wei Jingwei felt a little moved when she thought that they had even thought about this aspect for her.
The only person living in Baiyun Temple now is Princess Jingshui, followed by her.
If her grandmother had not come to Baiyun Temple to pray for blessings on weekdays and was familiar with the abbot, it would have been difficult for her to come to Baiyun Temple.
The residence is not big, but it is well-equipped.
A medium-sized bed, a table and four chairs, and a table next to the bed with an additional chair.
This is all the things in the house. It is not difficult to clean, and it is now very clean.
There are some fields around the house. Wei Jingwei took a closer look and looked at the land that seemed to be her own in the temple. She thought that she must have planted some things on weekdays.
Wei Jingwei had also been running around all day, and now she was sitting on the chair, relaxing and feeling a little tired all over.
Su'er saw her look, walked out of the door alone, and went to find hot water.
Lian'er laid out everything on the bed, put on a thick mattress, and then tried the softness and hardness of the bed before nodding with satisfaction.
"Miss, the bed is made. Sister Su'er will come back later with hot water and freshen up. You can rest first."
Wei Jingwei nodded and rubbed her temples, feeling much relieved.
Regarding Princess Rong'an's matter, I hope that I will come to Baiyun Temple and stop it right now.
Mei's family affairs are over. Now she just wants to find a quiet place and live a good life.
live for yourself.
Early in the morning, it was not Su Er or Lian Er who woke up Wei Jingwei.
It was the sound of chanting sutras coming from the distant Buddhist hall.
When she just woke up, her hair was spread randomly on the bed, as messy as a good landscape painting.
The delicate cheeks were full of confusion, and his eyes looked around slowly.
She remembered that she was in Baiyun Temple now, not in the house.
She pushed herself up, and the quilt fell off her body, revealing her white and thin body.
The buttons of the regular clothes seem to have been slightly loosened during sleep, and now half of the white shoulders are exposed at the neck.
Lian'er stepped in with hot water and saw this eye-catching scene.
Then his cheeks turned slightly red.
I have been serving the young lady for a long time, but I still feel moved because of the young lady's appearance.
Let me ask her, if a woman is like this, why is Mei Yuanqing such an idiot without eyes?
She put aside the messy thoughts in her mind, put down the hot water basin and waited on Wei Jingwei.
After a brief wash, Su'er wanted to tie her hair into a bun, but was interrupted by Wei Jingwei's wave.
"Just give me a simple hairpin. Just use plain silver or white jade for the hairpin."
Su'er responded obediently, but Lian'er felt a little pity.
This place is indeed nice, but it's a pity that the lady can't dress up the color as she is.
After sighing, she rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find suitable clothes, and found a light blue one, a lotus pink one, and another moon-colored one.
Wei Jingwei glanced briefly, pointed at the light blue dress and said, "That's it."
After getting dressed, have a light breakfast. Wei Jingwei took her two maids out to meet the host.
She thought about walking over now. Morning classes should have just ended, so she wouldn't disturb others.
Following the place introduced by Shangyuanjin last night, Wei Jingwei walked quite a distance before arriving at the place where the monks held morning classes.
Sure enough, just after it was over, people came out one after another and dispersed. Wei Jingwei waited for a while, and when he saw that everyone was almost gone, he walked forward and entered the house.
I heard a monk from that era look at the Buddha statue and say: "Donor, you have lived here for a long time. You should let go of your obsessions as soon as possible."
A pleasant female voice sounded faintly, "Let go, it's easier said than done."
The monk explained Amitabha and stopped trying to persuade him.
Wei Jingwei soon realized that she had accidentally overheard someone else talking. Just as she was about to exit, she saw the woman turn around and look towards her with a beautiful and sharp face.
She was wearing a simple dress, but Wei Jingwei had been in Beijing for a long time. He could tell from a quick glance that the woman's body looked simple, but when she walked around, the faint light at the hem of her skirt was made of very expensive colored threads. Embroidered.
What is a colored thread?
It is a mixture of gold thread, silver thread, and a kind of light blue thread that is twisted together.
Not to mention that the material of this kind of thread is expensive, it is also very cumbersome to make.
Therefore, the price is very expensive. Even ordinary dignitaries in Beijing cannot buy it if they have money. What they need is tribute from the palace.
She only learned about this because Mei Yuanqing received a reward in her previous life. She regretted that the thread was not easy to come by, so she kept it away without using it.
But where did these go in the end?
It seemed that Zhang Ruoruo, who came to see her off last, had her clothes embroidered with this thread.
How ironic.
She suppressed the complicated thoughts in her eyes, and when the man's brocade shoes came into her sight, she lowered her head and saluted.
The man paused slightly before walking forward.
Wei Jingwei breathed a sigh of relief, it was indeed Princess Jingshui, that was it, but the aura that hit her face was self-evident.
