Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

It is not enough to ignore it once. Li Xin led his guards to the front of the Chen Mansion team and kept shaking in front of Chen Youlan, but never looked back. He could vaguely feel a line of sight staying behind his back, as if a small needle kept poking and poking in his back.

Li Xin wanted to look back at Chen Youlan's expression, but in the end he didn't look back. One is afraid that he laughs and destroys the atmosphere; the other is that deliberately ignoring this kind of thing is best to ignore it from beginning to end, so that if you look back in the middle, you might make Chen Youlan aware of something wrong.

Li Xin is an atheist through and through, and he can't talk about believing in Buddhism. However, since he came to Longquan Temple, he can just put incense and donate money for sesame oil. You know, Chen Youlan and Madam Chen will definitely go to the palace for incense. Li Xin can sway in front of Chen Youlan for a while as long as he stays on the same road with them to stimulate this Nizi.

Upon arriving at the Daxiong Hall, the young novice enthusiastically came to Li Xin's side to receive him. While Li Xin casually played the novice monk, he came to the merit box and took a handful of copper coins from Zhang Ben's hand and dropped it, about a few hundred wen. The novice monk looked disappointed. Obviously, he thought Li Xin was a fat sheep when he looked at Li Xin's clothes, but he didn't expect that he had only a few hundred words of sesame oil.

Li Xin saw the change in the expression of the little novice monk in his eyes, silently shook his head in his heart, and said, "Cultivation is not yet at home."

Of course he knows that monks are also greedy for money, but at least they have to show an attitude of treating money like dung. This is the professional quality of a qualified monk.

In his view, the Buddhist temple is actually a service place, and the monks are the waiters in it, who are responsible for explaining the principles of Buddhism and providing psychological comfort to the customers who come to worship the Buddha. In the end, how much money they can fool out of the customer's hands is up to their own abilities. Obviously, Li Xin is not willing to spend more money here.

The young novice monk quickly lost interest in Li Xin, and after confessing his crime, he went to the other pilgrims. Li Xinle relaxed, turned and walked outside the hall.

It happened that Mrs. Chen and Chen Youlan were leading three or two of their descendants into the hall, and they met with Li Xin at the entrance of the hall.

Li Xin swaggered out and walked out without squinting, completely ignoring Chen Youlan's meaning. The corners of Chen Youlan's mouth twitched slightly, and she suddenly felt a little angry, as if she was underestimated. Xiaoling cautiously followed her own lady and took a peek at Li Xin.

Chen Youlan absently followed Madam Chen into the main hall and cooperated to complete the ceremony of worshipping the Buddha. After the ceremony, Madam Chen shook her head and smiled and said to Chen Youlan: "You girl, go if you want to play, remember to bring two more people!" She had seen Chen Youlan's soul flying away.

Chen Youlan was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed that she wanted to defend herself.

Mrs. Chen waved her hand and said: "Forget it, I don't know you yet? When I was not in peace since I was a child, I had to make up some four sons in the house, and even the subordinates in the family would often lie for you!" Although the old lady said blame, her tone was very fond and indulgent.

Chen Youlan quickly took Madam Chen's hand and said coquettishly: "Mother~"

"Okay, let's go and play, remember not to run far. Come to the Zhaitang at noon to find me, since I'm here, the vegetarian restaurant in Longquan Temple will still have to eat before going back." Madam Chen tirelessly exhorted, "Remember Bring two more people. There are many people in this festival."

Chen Youlan nodded again and again. There was no objection. He immediately pulled up Xiaoling and brought two servants and walked out.

There were people going to Shangxiang everywhere. Chen Youlan stood outside the hall holding Xiaoling, looked around for a while but didn't see the person she wanted to see.

Xiaoling whispered as if talking to herself: "His Royal Highness Chu is gone."

Chen Youlan subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Xiao Ling, and quickly corrected: "Who said I was looking for King Chu? I just want to listen to the lecture!"

Xiao Ling nodded blankly, and obediently followed Chen Youlan to the wooden table surrounded by a large group of people not far away.

For most people, the most attractive part of the Obon festival is the lecture. Saying it's a lecture, but it's actually telling a story. Taking into account the cultural level of most people in the early Tang Dynasty, if you really want to talk about Buddhist scriptures, the audience below must not understand them, and all of them have to sleep on the spot. Therefore, monks often use vernacular Chinese to tell some classic Buddhist stories on the podium. Their voices are undulated, emotions are added, and there are even some actions and roles.

In a sense, it can be regarded as the predecessor of art such as storytelling or drama.

Li Xin stood at the periphery of the crowd, with his hands on his chest, listening with interest to the monk on the podium telling the story of the two teams of businessmen in the "Rising Up Sutra". The story itself is rather crude, and it is really not attractive in the eyes of Li Xin, who is used to reading novels of later generations, but since he traveled to the Tang Dynasty, he was the first time he came into contact with the culture and entertainment of the Tang Dynasty, so naturally his eyes were a little curious.

"It turns out that His Royal Highness Chu is also interested in Buddhist scriptures?" A nice female voice suddenly came from behind Li Xin. The voice was not loud, and everyone around was paying attention to the story that the monk on the stage was telling, and no one noticed Li Xin's side.

Li Xin glanced back, heh, it turned out to be Chen Youlan. He originally thought that Chen Youlan and Madam Chen would take a lot of time to worship Buddha, but he didn't expect to come out so soon. Could it be that the deliberate neglecting tactics worked?

"Little lady knows me?" Li Xin asked with a smile.

Chen Youlan replied: "His Royal Highness Chu does not need to talk about loyalty. He deliberately concealed it for Zijin and pretended not to know me. Zijin told me everything, saying that if I meet you today, don't be too surprised."

Li Xin wanted to laugh, but finally held back. Chen Youlan, a little Nizi who writes, directs and plays two roles by himself, is not bad.

"So that's the case." Li Xin suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and pointed to Xiaoling. "Isn't Xiaoling brother Zijin's close handmaid? Did Brother Zijin also come? Why didn't you see it just now?"

These days, the close-knit maids are like the cell phones of later generations. They usually follow their masters and are rarely left behind. Li Xin deliberately clicked on this point, just to scare Chen Youlan and let her realize that Xiaoling's existence was a flaw.

Unexpectedly, Chen Youlan said calmly and calmly: "Zijin was originally going to come together, but she couldn't make the trip if she was temporarily unwell. Xiaoling wanted to come to pray for Zijin, so I brought her here."

Well, it makes sense.

Li Xin nodded and said seriously: "It turns out that Brother Zijin is ill, so I must visit the mansion in two days."

Chen Youlan's face changed slightly and said, "No need. It's just a minor illness. It will be well soon, so don't worry about it."

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