Chapter 303 Chanting
Leaving two guards behind to guard the carriage, Xia Zihan, Zeng and her maids squeezed into a carriage and went to Baoxiang Temple.
They only arrived a tea time later than Mrs. Cao, and the guest room they were assigned happened to be next door to where Mrs. Cao lived.
Cao Zian took off the horse's harness and was about to lead the horse for a walk in the back mountain when he saw a monk leading a group of people including Zeng and Xia Zihan. Cao Zian's eyes lit up, he put down the horse rope and came over to harness the horse.
"Hello, Madam Chu, Hello County Master Chuyu, has your carriage been repaired? So soon? My wife is in the house, do you want to go over and have a ride?"
"The carriage and horse are tired, and the body is a little tired, so I won't pass." With the eminent monk beside him, Zeng's tone was not as cold as before, but he still distanced himself from Cao Zian.
Although the young man in front of him had a pleasing face and a pleasant smile, he always felt that he had evil intentions, especially when he glanced at Yu Niang from time to time, which always made people feel uneasy.
Zeng's face turned cold, and she tightened her grip on Xia Zihan's hand, "Let's go in."
There is a high wooden threshold at the entrance to the guest house of the temple. Zeng was so distracted that she didn't pay attention and almost tripped over it.
"Grandma, watch your step."
Xia Zihan reminded her in time, holding her arm and adding more strength, "Grandma, you have to watch the road carefully. You can't fall down on the first day you come to the temple, otherwise I will feel bad."
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"I didn't fall. Fortunately, I have you by my grandmother's side." Zeng patted the back of Xia Zihan's hand and sighed, "Grandma is getting old."
"Who said grandma is old? Grandma is not old at all." Some women in their forties are not as young as their grandma.
"You are here to coax me again."
"I'm telling the truth."
Zeng has been drinking goat's milk for four years. She looks much younger than other women in their fifties. This is the result of her serious illness. Before, she looked like a woman in her thirties. Year old lady.
Standing together with Mr. Zhuo, they looked like a pair of sisters.
But in just one year, Zeng's appearance suddenly turned ten years older, which made Xia Zihan very worried about her and almost became a little cautious
A group of people entered the courtyard, but the eminent monk stayed outside the guest room, clasping his hands and bowing deeply, "Donor, this poor monk will not go in and disturb the benefactor's rest. If the benefactor needs anything, just send someone to tell the poor monk." Just do homework for the donors in the main hall next to the guest courtyard.”
"Thank you, Master Hongzhi."
"The donor was polite, so the poor monk took his leave."
After saying that, he bowed deeply again, and then left with the Buddha's name in his mouth.
Mrs. Zeng and Xia Zihan entered the house, and the maids came in after them each holding a big bundle.
Sicao put down her baggage and went to boil water and make tea with Qingya. Vanilla and Hongmei changed all the bedding in the room into the ones they brought with them for Zeng and Xia Zihan's daily routine.
Chu Fei and Nuan Yu sorted out Zeng's and Xia Zihan's clothes, took them out one by one and put them in the wardrobe in the room.
After drinking hot tea, warming up the body, and resting, it happened to be noon, and two young monks brought Su Zhai over.
After eating vegetarian food, Zeng used to take a nap.
Leaving the four people of Qingya, Red, Plum, Silk, Grass and Vanilla to guard the courtyard, Xia Zihan took Chu Fei and Nuanyu out of the guest courtyard, intending to go to the main hall to have a look.
"Hello Lord Chuyu County."
When passing by the door of Mrs. Cao's guest house, Cao Zian's figure ran over from inside, "Where is the County Lord going? Do you want me to lead the way for the County Lord?"
Xia Zihan's face was as flattering and flattering as that of a puppy, which made Xia Zihan extremely sick. She really wanted to tear off this face, throw it to the ground, and stomp on it a few times.
"Is this your first time coming to Baoxiang Temple?" Lead her the way and don't lead her into a ditch?
"There's no need to lead the way. Our families are not familiar with each other."
Xia Zihan deliberately showed the contempt in his heart on his face so that Cao Zian could see clearly. Sure enough, a hint of viciousness and anger flashed deep in Cao Zian's eyes, but in a blink of an eye, he lowered his head to cover up his ferocious look. Face, "If the little one is troublesome, then the little one will go in."
Her eyes fell on his dingy back, and Xia Zihan sneered in her heart.
Cao Zian, this is just the beginning. I will make you clearly feel the gap between you and me.
There is a huge difference between heaven and earth.
In this life, I will never allow you to blaspheme me even a little bit.
You are not allowed to insult and beat me at will. I will let you know that everything in the past life will never come true in this life.
"Master, chanting has begun in the main hall." Seeing Xia Zihan not moving for a long time, Chu Fei stepped forward to remind her in a low voice.
Xia Zihan came to his senses, said yes, and took the two maids to the main hall.
Because it was the Qingming Festival, there were many people who had passed away last year, and there were also a lot of people coming to Baoxiang Temple to perform rituals and recite Buddhist scriptures. When Xia Zihan arrived at the main hall, he saw the whole hall full of people kneeling, and everyone was prostrate. On the ground, I listened devoutly to the chanting of scriptures by the temple host.
Xia Zihan chose a position that was far back and out of the way of those who came after her. He knelt down with the two maids and crawled to the ground silently.
The temple bells ring in my ears, accompanied by the sounds of wooden fish and copper bells, and the beautiful sound of eminent monks chanting the Ksitigarbha Sutra together.
It's noisy, but it makes people feel at ease.
Xia Zihan closed her eyes, feeling calm, and silently praying in her heart. If there really is a Buddha in the world, please ask him to bless her grandmother's longevity. It would be better to live ten or eight years longer than in the previous life.
At this time, several more people came into the hall. Listening to the voices next to them, it seemed that the people were kneeling next to her, but she did not open her eyes to see.
She was praying to the Buddha wholeheartedly and listening to the monks singing sutras. To be honest, this was the first time she had listened to sutras so seriously and piously.
An hour later, the Ksitigarbha Sutra was finally recited, and everyone bowed three times and kowtowed before getting up.
After kneeling for so long, my legs were numb and a little sore.
Xia Zihan rubbed her knees, but a long-lost voice came to her ears, "Cousin Chu Yu, are you here too?"
Xia Zihan turned around and saw Song Huai with a surprised look on his face, and Shi Wenting standing beside him.
Shi Wenting has lost a lot of weight. She is as thin as a bamboo pole. There is no flesh at all on her face. Her eye sockets are deeply sunken, revealing her high cheekbones and eye sockets. She looks very scary. There is no trace of it anymore. Beauty.
The skin no longer had the previous rosy luster, but instead had a sickly white color, and the whole person looked more than ten years older.
Standing next to Song Huai, he is obviously younger than Song Huai, but he looks like mother and son, as if he is twenty years older than Song Huai.
Xia Zihan was very shocked.
But thinking about it, she soon understood.
All members of the Shi family were dead. Shi Wenting had no support from her natal family, so she could only rely on her maternal grandfather's family, but her maternal grandfather's family could not take care of what happened in her and Song Huai's house.
According to Song Huai's narrow-minded nature of repaying kindness with revenge, after seeing Shi Wenting being hugged by another man, he would not bother to touch her hair again. Not only that, he would also inflict mental torture on her. revenge.
It seems that Shi Wenting has been tortured a lot these days.
However, Shi Wenting is not a good person, right?
Xia Zihan's inspection was actually just a glance at Shi Wenting, and her cold and distant expression was like a fire or a water compared to Song Huai's enthusiasm.
"Cousin Huai." Xia Zihan nodded lightly, which was regarded as a greeting.
As for Shi Wenting, Xia Zihan also called out softly, "cousin." Then he led the two maids and passed by the couple.
"Cousin Chu Yu, wait a minute."
As soon as he left the hall, Song Huai chased him out, and his voice attracted the attention of countless curious people.
Those gossipy eyes all fell on Xia Zihan.
Xia Zihan paused and looked at Song Huai with a very cold expression, "Is there something wrong with Cousin Huai?"
Song Huai suppressed a blush on his handsome face, and said with a squeak, "I... which guest house do you live in? Can I take you back?"
"No, Cousin Huai wants to send me back without my cousin. I can't bear this. Cousin Huai should go back with my cousin."
After saying that, he ignored Song Huai's expression of stiffness and embarrassment and left with the two maids.
When they arrived at the guest house, Mrs. Zeng had just woken up and was washing up.
Seeing that she was back, he put down the handkerchief and asked, "How are you? Are there many people?"
"There were forty or fifty people. When I went there, there was almost no room in the back." Xia Zihan walked over, took the comb from Hongmei's hand, and combed Zeng's hair.
Zeng laughed and said, "The host of Baoxiang Temple is very famous for singing sutras. Many people come to listen to sutras every year during the Qingming Festival."
There were many people who passed away last year, so this year there will be more people listening to the scriptures, and people have to queue up to do the rituals. If Manager Lu hadn't sent a steward here early to queue up, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a queue this year.
She gave Zeng a simple and elegant single-snail bun, fixed with a double jade hairpin, and pinned two light blue small juan gauze flowers in her hair. Hongmei also made a piece of white fox marten. The forehead caressor was worn between her forehead.
There is a large round emerald in the middle of her forehead, which makes Zeng's cheeks shine brightly, making her look noble and elegant, yet dignified.
After dressing up, Si Cao made a pot of tea and asked the grandfather and grandson to sit on the kang and talk.
"I saw Cousin Huai and my cousin." Xia Zihan said suddenly, "My cousin has lost a lot of weight."
There was only a layer of skin left on her body, and she was so skinny and scary that she wouldn't have recognized him if Song Huai hadn't been standing next to her.
However, she had no sympathy for her at all.
Shi Wenting's fate today was entirely her own fault.
But then again, if Shi Wenting had not married into the Song family, she would have been among the corpses of the Shi family that day.
Mr. Dou died after being insulted by many people, so Shi Wenting... I'm afraid she will also suffer the same fate, right?
Thinking of this, Shi Wenting saved her own life by marrying into the Song family, otherwise she would have died long ago.
"Hey, something happened at home, how can I not lose weight?" Mrs. Zeng sighed with sympathy and pity on her face, "That child also has a hard life. As soon as he married into the Song family, things happened one after another to the Song family."
Later, even her natal family was gone.
(End of chapter)