Last night at the Pearl Conference, Song Che and Ning Yehong both showed up. In addition, this woman was so beautiful that it was inevitable that she would attract attention.
"How about asking Ziyun to accompany me? She was having fun behind the scenes last night and did not appear in public."
"No, this matter is of great importance and I want to do it myself." Ning Yehong refused firmly.
Helplessly, in order to avoid being recognized, the two of them had to simply disguise themselves. Song Che put on a fake beard, and Ning Yehong also put up her hair in a bun, put on clothes that were not too rich, and deliberately put on heavy makeup. The painting is more mature and bleak.
This middle-aged couple looks perfect together.
"Then, madam, please get in the carriage."
"Thank you, Mr. Lang."
The two quickly got into the act and rode a carriage together to Lingyin Mountain.
The incense is rich in prosperous times, and the incense is even stronger in troubled times.
Praying to God and worshiping Buddha to ensure peace seems to have become the sustenance of people in this world, but can Buddha really overcome the suffering?
Song Che has always been an atheist. Success depends on people, and people plan things. The so-called God's will is just a loser's self-comfort.
When we arrived at Ciyin Temple, it was almost noon.
There was an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going, and the curls of green smoke from the burning coals condensed into clouds of green mist, wrapped in sunlight and covering the top of the mountain. It really felt like a fairyland.
Song Che and Ning Yehong came to beg for a son, so they got off the carriage and went straight to Guanyin Temple.
Most of the pilgrims in Guanyin Yuan come in pairs, either to fulfill their vows with their big bellies, or to join hands to ask for a child. The ratio is 30 to 70.
"Is this Guanyin Temple really so effective?" Song Che couldn't help but sigh as he looked at so many pregnant women.
Ning Yehong is a believer in Buddhism. Since entering the temple, she has burned incense and bowed to Buddha whenever she met him. She said: "Sincerity brings spiritual power."
Isn't it a physical defect if I can't conceive a child? What does it have to do with the heart?
The two of them entered the temple, added some money for sesame oil, drew only the top lot, and then went to the ear room to find the monk stationed there to interpret the lot.
The interpretation of the fortune is roughly based on the birth date, the palm reading of the couple, and the information in the signature to calculate when the two will bear fruit.
I don’t know if what Ning Yehong said is true, but Song Che made up a birthday casually.
Ning Yehong held the sword in her right hand for a long time, so she stretched out her left hand, while Song Che stretched out his right hand.
The monk who read the signature glanced at Song Che's palm prints, then picked up Ning Yehong's hand and turned it over, touching and looking at it, smiling so greasy.
"Judging from their birth dates, the two of them are a pair in heaven and a pair on earth. In the previous life, they were a golden boy and a beautiful girl, and in the next life, they are like mandarin ducks and phoenixes... The two of you will stay in the temple for one night, bathe and burn incense, and wait for morning classes tomorrow. I will be the second one. If you recite sutras and gospels, in less than half a month, Madam will definitely be in Lan Meng's battle."
"Master, will I have a son or a daughter next year? How many will there be?" Ning Yehong didn't know where to get excited.
The monk said seriously: "Judging from Madam's palm reading, there will be a dragon and a phoenix, a son and a daughter in the future."
"What about me?" Song Che presented his palm to the monk.
The monk looked at it for a while and then hissed, "Judging from the official palmistry, you will have a prosperous life and will have at least four sons and three daughters..."
Song Che twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed in his heart, this old bald donkey is always talking nonsense, "...Thank you so much, Master, for reading the lot. If I can have a child next year, I will pay a lot of money to repay my wish."
He was too lazy to listen to the monk's nonsense, so he pulled Ning Yehong and left the Guanyin Temple.
"Song, you can do it. Four sons and three daughters. How can your wife have so many children?" Ning Yehong asked jokingly, half-smiling.
Song Che said, "This monk has a frivolous behavior, a greasy face, and a hidden lust in his eyes. He is definitely not a good person. His words are just for fun. Do you really believe it?"
"He said you have a lot of love affairs in your life. I firmly believe this. Your aunt named Zhou and He Xianglian who was rescued by you don't look at you like friendship."
Ning Yehong looked at Song Che, and the look in her eyes was actually unusual.
Song Che said: "So what? I'm just a son-in-law. Is it possible that I can still have three wives and four concubines?"
Ning Yehong said: "You are so talented, you can start your own business."
Start your own business? Unless the mother-in-law, Lao Beng, gives birth to a son for the Shen family.
"But I feel that being an uncle is more comfortable than being a master."
If you start your own business, become the head of a family, and give birth to a brood of children, you can still be harmonious when you are young, but when you are old, you will fight for property like the Zhou family did, resulting in fratricide and a vicious atmosphere, and you will not be able to rest in peace even if you die.
In the afternoon, Song Che and Ning Yehong took stock of Ciyin Temple for fun.
As the supervisor of the temple, Monk Kukai was the second-in-command of the temple besides the abbot. His residence was the "Tokuho Building" in the backyard of Ciyin Temple.
Song Che originally wanted to look for the writings of Monk Kukai, but unfortunately the backyard was an important place of Buddhism and pilgrims were not allowed to enter easily.
If you can't get in during the day, you can only explore at night, which is Ning Yehong's specialty.
"Look, how beautiful this koi is."
Ning Yehong also put down her tasks for the time being and started playing with confidence.
Ciyin Temple sits on the top of Lingyin Mountain, with mountains, rivers and pavilions, and beautiful scenery. It is June, and the lotus and roses are in full bloom. Many talented people and beautiful ladies come to enjoy it together, which can be said to be a joy.
Song Che followed Ning Yehong quietly. The contrast between this woman was quite big. She was more innocent than Shen Wenjun when she was playful, but she didn't even blink when she killed people. Sometimes there is a rose in my heart, and sometimes there is a tiger, which is unpredictable.
Judging from her age, she is only in her early twenties.
A woman in her twenties, in modern times, might still be enjoying her youth in college, but she is already licking blood and navigating the world.
In the evening, the temple prepared fast meals for the overnight pilgrims.
After eating the fast meal, accommodation was arranged one by one. Ordinary pilgrims were in the east chamber, separated by men and women, while wealthy pilgrims were in the west chamber, with an independent courtyard.
In order to facilitate his movements tonight, Song Che rented a small courtyard in the west wing.
There is a different kind of hustle and bustle in Ciyin Temple after nightfall, with the sound of surging tides coming and going, and the mountain wind making a whining sound.
In Qiantang Bay, Hangzhou, every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month is when the tide is at its strongest. Looking at the stars and moon hiding tonight and the dark clouds growing, there will definitely be a heavy rainstorm to accompany the tide of the Qiantang River in the next two days.
It was quite cold on the mountain. Song Che and Ning Yehong washed away the fatigue of the day and entered the guest room.
The room is very simple, with only one bed and two futons. The two were pretending to be husband and wife, so naturally they couldn't sleep in the same bed, so Song Che connected the two futons together and prepared to make do with each other on the floor for the night.
"How about you come and sleep on the bed? I'm a martial artist and I don't choose the place." Although Ning Yehong said this, her buttocks sitting on the bed could not move at all.
Song Che bowed, rested his head on his head and said, "Forget it, I've long been accustomed to sleeping on the couch and making the floor."
Ning Yehong waved her sleeves lightly and extinguished the candlelight in the air. She pulled the quilt over and lay down on the bed. After being silent for a long time, she suddenly asked: "Song Che, do you think there is anything weird about Ciyin Temple?"
Song Che said: "There is nothing weird about Ciyin Temple, but the monks inside are very weird."
"Oh? Why do you see it?"
"The lustful look in their eyes, the oil splatters on the corners of their mouths that they failed to wipe clean, the oil stains dripping on the monks' robes, and the faint smell of alcohol on their bodies - of course, these details can only prove that they are unclean and are lay people. Not necessarily a bad person,”
Song Che paused and then said: "The six impure roots are ordinary people, and the evil minds are bad people. The ordinary people will have evil thoughts, and the bad people will do evil things. Whether these monks are ordinary or bad, the true meaning can be seen tonight."
