A Strange Monk
Thus, everyone entered the temple.
The carriage and horses went to the back of the temple and were taken to the stable specially set up in the temple.
As soon as they entered the temple, a faint scent of candles assailed their nostrils and the sound of chanting lingered in their ears.
Although Guang An Temple could not be compared to those big temples, it did not have dazzling decorations, nor was it magnificent. It was just some ordinary wooden objects. Moreover, the layout of the temple was not grand enough, it only had ordinary and simple rules. Entering through the mountain gate, there was the main hall, commonly known as the Heavenly King Hall. Passing through the long corridors on both sides of the Heavenly King Hall, one would arrive at the Reclining Buddha Hall and the Main Hall. Going around them, one would arrive at the meditation rooms in the backyard. There were many meditation rooms, divided into the east, west, and west. The west was the abbot's room, the east was the prayer hall and some monks' meditation rooms, and the south was specially used to receive people who came to the temple to cultivate and stay temporarily.
The little monk arranged for them to stay in the south and asked some monks to prepare some vegetarian dishes for them to eat.
He took good care of them.
After a while, the abbot came over and everyone chatted.
The abbot was an extremely lovable old man. He felt that Jing Rong and Buddhism were kindred spirits, so he dragged him to the Hall of Repentance, saying that he wanted to teach him the true meaning of Buddhism. Although Jing Rong didn't believe in Buddhism, he couldn't refuse such kindness and could only go.
A moment of silence!
At this moment, Mo Ruo was sitting in the corridor beside the meditation room. He had obtained a bamboo from somewhere and was cutting it with a knife.
Tang Si came over and sat on the bench opposite him.
"Where did you get this bamboo?"
"It's everywhere in the temple."
"Then what are you cutting?"
"To pass the time."
Tang Si didn't understand and moved closer. "Are you bored?"
Mo Ruo's hand paused. He looked at her and waved the bamboo in his hand. "This is a temple. You're not allowed to eat meat or drink wine. Do you think I'm bored?"
Hehe.
It was indeed very boring.
Thus, he began to cut the bamboo again. The end of the bamboo became sharper and sharper.
It was like a needle.
Tang Si pouted, she raised her head to look at the downpour in front of her. Under the illumination of the surrounding lights, the rainwater was suffused with specks of broken light, it was soft and extremely beautiful, she was entranced by it, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but blossom into a smile.
Coincidentally, Mo Ruo saw it.
At that moment, he felt as if the woman's body was emitting a ray of light, making it difficult for him to shift his gaze away.
His heart skipped a beat!
However, he was worried that he would be discovered, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on cutting the bamboo in his hand.
After Tang Si finished looking at the specks of rain, she turned and asked him, "Is the capital big?"
"Big."
"Prosperous?"
"Flourishing."
"Are there any wolves?"
"Yes, a lot of them."
"Then what is your Yuhua Pavilion like?"
"It's just an attic."
Puff –
Tang Si bit her lips and continued to ask, "Then when we reach the capital, will you marry me?"
Puff –
Mo Ruo's body stiffened. This question came too suddenly. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Hou Liao's woman was truly bold.
"Tell me, will you marry her or not?"
Mo Ruo didn't answer. He turned his back to the woman and continued cutting bamboo.
However, Tang Si did not give up and kept asking in his ear, "Are you going to marry me?"
He asked again and again!
Finally …
Mo Ruo couldn't take it anymore and reluctantly spat out, "Yes, I'll marry you. After I marry you, I'll provide for you, alright?"
Tang Si beamed with joy and excitedly held onto his arm. She rested her head on his shoulder and refused to let go.
This little vixen was really annoying.
But she was also like a piece of sticky candy, destined to pester Mo Ruo for the rest of his life.
This scene was witnessed by Ji Yunshu, who was standing outside the door. She smiled, knowing that those two enemies would end up together sooner or later.
In her heart, she was very envious of Tang Si. She was envious of her carefree and carefree nature. She loved openly and also spoke openly. Her personality was very bold and straightforward. Although this kind of woman was a little overbearing and unforgiving with her mouth, she was not perfect. This was what made her valuable.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew and she shivered. Just as she was about to enter the room, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a pigeon.
The pigeon landed in the rain and happened to sit on the edge of the long corridor. It flapped its wet wings a few times and scattered a lot of rainwater.
With such a heavy downpour, it wasn't strange for a pigeon to land here to take shelter.
But …
Ji Yunshu's attention was attracted by a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg.
The words' letter by pigeon 'popped up in her mind.
Could it be a letter from the capital to Jing Rong?
Just as she was about to go over, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew in the direction of the Praying Buddha Hall. She chased after it along the corridor, but just as she reached the Praying Buddha Hall, the pigeon disappeared. She only saw a monk standing at the door with his back facing her, so she couldn't see his face.
Strangely, monks usually shaved their heads, but that monk had hair under his hat.
She didn't think too much about it and was about to ask him if he saw a pigeon, but the old monk turned and entered the prayer hall. He walked with a limp, looking like he was struggling. Seeing this, Ji Yunshu also entered the prayer hall.
Inside, more than ten monks were meditating.
The old monk walked to the front and sat down. He did not turn around the whole time.
"Benefactor?" A monk came over and asked, "Do you want to chant?"
Ji Yunshu didn't refuse or agree.
The little monk brought a praying mat for her, and she could only sit there. Her eyes never left the old monk at the front.
After about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, she saw the old monk slowly turn to the side and was about to turn around.
But …
Jing Rong suddenly appeared by her side, breaking her gaze. She shifted her gaze from the old monk to the man beside her.
"Why are you here?"
Jing Rong asked, "This prince should be asking you."
Both of them spoke very softly.
"It's because …"
She looked in the direction of the old monk, but …
That monk was gone!
"He was here just now," she muttered softly.
Jing Rong pulled her out and asked, "What happened?"
"I saw a pigeon."
"Is it strange?"
"There was a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg."
"A letter?" Jing Rong questioned.
She nodded, then shook her head, "I'm not sure, so I chased the pigeon here. I clearly saw it land here, but when I came over, there was no trace of it. I only saw an old monk. I can't say he was a monk, because he didn't even shave his head."
Jing Rong understood what she meant, "You suspect that the letter on the pigeon was meant for this prince, but was hidden by that monk?"
"I'm not sure."
Jing Rong smiled and said firmly, "Don't worry, the letter wasn't meant for this prince."
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