Yun Zixiang received the news from Zhihe, saying that Ye Jin had succeeded and returned the key.
After he woke up, he helped him get dressed and took the opportunity to put the key in. Seeing that his expression was normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Qian looked at her and didn't say much. He just stared at her and hugged her before leaving.
The box contains a jade pendant with the word "Xi" engraved on it. This jade pendant is only half the size of a palm. It is moist and has a carving of phoenixes circling and competing for the sun. The sun protrudes a little and is dotted with red. Paint, if you touch it gently, you will find that the sun is not colored by red paint, but the ancient jade itself is red, crystal clear and very beautiful.
Yun Zixiang knew that he was very important to Chu Qian and was a precious thing...
Then he put it in his brocade bag, put on his coat and cloak, took Zhihe and went out, temporarily giving instructions that he was going to Fushan Temple in the south of the city to pray for blessings.
He also asked Ye Jin to do something
After all, the New Year is coming soon, and many ladies and ladies will choose this place to go.
When we arrived by carriage, it was already noon, and there were many people at this time.
Today she is wearing a light aqua dress, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, tied up with a piece of aqua silk. She holds a jade hairpin lightly, and a small chain as thin as a drop of water hangs from the tip of the hairpin. When it shakes slightly, it looks as misty as rain.
The fine silk material moves slightly with movement, like the first bloom of a pale plum blossom. There is no luxury but tranquility. The eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful, and there is a natural freshness without carving, especially the charm between the eyebrows and the lips, which is elegant and gentle, looks friendly, and the expression is warm but reveals a bit of elegance.
The mountains and fields have a fresh atmosphere, the main entrance of the ancient temple is filled with incense, and there is an endless stream of faithful men and women coming and going. The sound of the bells is distant, and the sound of chanting is endless
The courtyard behind the Zen room is more like a pure scholar far away from the fireworks. The terrain here is high and the scenery below the mountain is unobstructed. The air is calm and peaceful. A few towering pines and cypresses block the sun and only reveal a small patch of sky.
The mountain road is winding and winding, with jagged rocks and crisscrossing streams on both sides of the road. Sometimes rivers rush in and block the road ahead, so you have to step on a slippery single-plank bridge to cross. Turning around a mountain peak, you can see overlapping temples and meditation rooms located on the mountain in the distance. Green bricks and red tiles emerge from the lush trees, guiding pilgrims to visit devoutly.
Yun Zixiang followed everyone's path and went to the place where people prayed.
The temple is full of fireworks, praying for peace, and the gods listen to the whispers. When you raise your eyes, you will see the world of various charms. When you close your eyes, you will see the past year after year.
Only by clearing your mind can you see your nature, and by pulling out the clouds can you see the sun. Give up your self-grasping and delusional thoughts, and your mind will be bright and clear.
There is the sound of chanting sutras and the sound of wooden fish, but everything in the temple is empty.
The people of the world are gradually disgusted with the drifting life, and most want to be personally involved in the mountains and temples of the world.
The yellow walls, gray tiles, and red silk prayers are all empty and the mountain is quiet.
She put her hands together, dropped everything she was carrying, knelt in front of the Buddha, kowtowed, stood up, made a wish, kowtowed again, and finished her three rituals.
She didn't believe in Buddhism. She stared into its eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. She lowered her eyes. If she was asking for something, it was: "A healthy family and country, and a worry-free life!"
"Donor! I have an old friend who wants to invite you!" A monk came over to deliver a message.
Yun Zixiang glanced at Zhihe, responded, and followed the monk to the side room.
Zhihe understood and went to guard outside the temple.
Accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter, a man about thirty years old came over. He was dressed in a white robe, looking energetic, good-looking, and awe-inspiring. Who could it be if it wasn't her master Yue Ming?
Yun Zixiang hurriedly went up to hold him and said, "Master! Long time no see. I miss you so much."
"You girl! I didn't call you master even after we got married." Yue Ming said angrily, but he couldn't stop smiling.
"It's not like your whereabouts are unknown!" Yun Zixiang muttered
"Okay, I still have things to do as a teacher, where are the things!"
Yue Ming became serious and sat on the main seat.
Yun Zixiang handed him the brocade bag in his sleeve. He just touched it through the cloth and knew what he knew. He sighed and returned the brocade bag.
Yun Zixiang was puzzled, but he was a little panicked inside.
"Why do you use fake things to deceive me, my teacher..."
Yue Ming hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.
Yun Zixiang knew that she had been discovered anyway. When she left, she always felt that she was sorry for Chu Qian, so she temporarily sent Ye Jin to make an identical one. Dan could not tell from the appearance.
Yun Zixiang knelt down, kowtowed, and then said: "Master! I...I can't lie to him like this."
"So you lied to your master."
She was silent, just kneeling like this
Yue Ming couldn't bear it, so he helped her up and said slowly: "That's it! He'd better not let down your sincerity."
He took the kit over again, thinking that a fake one was better than nothing. He was about to go out, but stopped: "There is someone!"
Yun Zixiang looked back and saw several figures rushing towards him.
Yue Ming jumped from the window, leaving behind a sentence: "Don't mention me to him." and disappeared.
Yun Zixiang calmed down, and the moment he opened the door, he looked into Chu Qian's eyes.
Seeing Zhihe shaking his head at her from behind, he knew she didn't say anything.
She leaned over and said, "Isn't your husband dealing with official business?"
Chu Qian didn't answer, walked in, looked around, her eyes stayed on the window, and pretended that nothing happened, took off the cloak from the screen and tied it around her body.
"I've finished taking care of it. I thought I'd come back to accompany you soon. People in the mansion said you were here, so they came to take you back."
Chu Qian put his arm around her shoulders and helped her walk
Yun Zixiang glanced at him guiltily, but there was no emotion on his face, so he had no choice but to be led home by him.
