Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

Cheng Ruolian didn't expect that her way of escaping from the draft would be to become a lay disciple and practice spiritual practice. Fortunately, this lay disciple did not require her to become a vegetarian, let alone wear Taoist robes, but she still had to read Taoist scriptures and so on. You have to copy it. If there is a dharma ceremony or charity in the temple, she will also participate in helping when she is free.

Of course, if she is willing, she can also stay in the Taoist temple occasionally and help organize the Tibetan scriptures and miscellaneous books in Dengxian Tower.

Cheng Ruolian also didn’t expect that one day she would meet her true destiny in Qingpingguan, so I won’t mention it later.

When the beautiful women from all over the country came to Beijing, Qin Liuxi had already arranged Chi Zhenzi's lair in the northwest region, and was just waiting to bring the old man over, but he didn't know if the guy who had granted the title of confederate would be able to stay until he reached Buddhahood.

At this time, in the depths of Mount Sumeru, surrounded by clouds and mist, Feng You sneezed and lay lazily on a protruding stone on the cliff. He stretched his body, and his nine big furry tails swung gently behind him. .

Its narrow fox eyes opened slightly and looked at a small tree next to it that looked like a bodhi tree or a sal tree.

It is said to be a tree, but it only has a dozen or so leaves. However, the leaves have colorful colors. When light shines down, the tree body seems to be shrouded in Buddha's light. At the top of the tree, there is an oval-shaped fruit, like a Bodhi seed, covered by a Wrapped in a layer of rough peel. The fruit looks ordinary, but if you look closely, you will see a few fine lines on the peel, as thin as hair lines, vaguely revealing a trace of peaceful Buddha light.

 If the Buddha fruit is mature, the fine lines will burst out, revealing its true face.

Smelling the faint fragrance of the Buddha fruit, Feng You sat up cross-legged and cast a magic spell to shield the tree. To outsiders, it looked like an ordinary small tree growing on the cliff.

The cruel one urged him to come before she was ready, obviously because he was afraid that he would hinder her from attracting bees and butterflies.

 It just so happened that I had no choice but to obey orders.

 The world is really miserable.

 Feng You fell into trance, his lips raised.

 But it’s worth it.

In July, Qin Liuxi celebrated her birthday. This year was no better than last year. Everyone in the family gave her a birthday gift.

On the Ghost Festival, she presided over the Dharma field in the temple as the young master of the temple. She gave alms during the day and transcended the ghosts. The scene was solemn and sacred and soothing. Not only did many believers marvel, but even everyone in the Qin Mansion felt moved. Strange.

They understood the reason why they were always incompatible with Qin Liuxi. They were just women in the inner house among all living beings, but she was a being who stood at the top and was looked up to and admired.

　　Yes, one year has passed, and the Qin Mansion is no longer going out like last year. This year, Qin Liuxi mentioned the dojo. Except for the old Mrs. Qin who has limited mobility, the Wang family and the female family members of the mansion came to watch the ceremony.

Seeing the believers' faith and admiration for Qin Liuxi, Wang and others felt proud, while the Qin Mingyue sisters had mixed emotions, with jealousy and a little bit of envy in their eyes.

What makes them feel most complicated is that the wife who originally avoided them became warm to them because of her.

For example, Mrs. Yu took the initiative to bring the new Mrs. Tongzhi to make friends with them and say hello to them. She also said that she would send a post when the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet was held in the autumn. This was all because of Qin Liuxi, the young master of the temple. Why, because They never talk about her name.

　　Yes, maybe these ladies are not as good as the Qin family in the past, but the Qin family is in decline and has been hated by the saints. They are not even as good as ordinary wealthy businessmen. It is good to have officials and family members who are not afraid to avoid suspicion and take them to play.

This is all thanks to Qin Liuxi.

“Eldest sister’s robe looks so majestic. How can a Taoist robe be so beautiful?” Qin Mingxin whispered to his sister Qin Mingyue.

Qin Mingyue said: "Of course not. You see, other Taoists don't wear such luxurious robes. It's because she is the Young Master that she has this honor."

“Isn’t it true that the young temple master wants to inherit the Taoist temple? Then she really won’t marry in the future?” Qin Mingxin’s eyes widened.

Qin Mingyue was silent, and a thought popped up in her heart, is there anyone worthy of her?

 No, who would she like? She looked up and saw Qin Liuxi taking a basket from the Taoist and starting to distribute blessing bags. Some people were overjoyed, while others kowtowed to her with reverence on their faces.

 Her path is different from ordinary women like them after all.

Qin Mingyue had such a realization in her heart, lowered her eyes, and her heart became more and more complicated.

On the Hungry Ghost Festival, he did two days of rituals and good deeds, which made Qingping Temple even more famous. Qin Liuxi thought about asking Chi Yuan Lao Dao to go to retreat.

 However, someone came from Beijing.

 The person who came was an acquaintance, Lu Xun.

 “Young Master.” Lu Xun bowed his hands to Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi was a little surprised and said, "Why did Mr. Lu come here?"

Lu Xun said with a smile: "In addition to business, I have also been entrusted by others, and I would like to ask the young master to come. In addition, there is some news that I want to tell the young master."

"Oh?" Qin Liuxi poured him a cup of tea and said, "What news is worthy of Mr. Lu's trip?"

"I wonder if Young Guanzhu still remembers the mother and son who ate Guanyin soil? The Yu family reported to Dali Temple that Bo Linchu, the master of Guanglu Temple, was corrupt and bribed, and arranged for people to cause trouble in the July sacrifice ceremony of the 25th year of Kangwu. He framed Zhongliang and provided the location of the account books. Dali Temple accepted the case, searched for evidence and folded it. The saint was furious and ordered a strict investigation into the matter."

Qin Liuxi raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, then Lin Yan went to **** the child from the Yu family so quickly?"

Lu Xun’s eyes were bright and he said, “You know?”

"Have you forgotten what I rely on for a living? The fortune teller will calculate it with his fingers."

 Lu Xun: “…”

 Look at how arrogant you are.

He coughed and said: "Lin Chu's wife suffered a miscarriage and was injured and could no longer have children, so he wanted to take Lin Lang back, so he forced Mrs. Yu to report his corruption."

Qin Liuxi said: "Then Lin Chuo's corruption of ink can really make the saint think that my grandfather was framed and vindicate him?"

Lu Xun looked around at the corner of his eyes and said in a low voice: "Just a little master, Bo Tan Mo, will certainly not make the saint angry."

 Qin Liuxi looked over, waiting for his next words.

“But it’s different if this corruption incident is related to the remnants of Prince Jia.”

Qin Liuxi lowered his eyes and understood. If you want to ask who is the thorn in the flesh of today's saint, it is naturally his astonishingly talented brother, Prince Jia. If it weren't for the art of hating victory and the subsequent failure to force the palace, it is not certain who will become the emperor. Woolen cloth.

When the saint first ascended the throne, there were many courtiers who were loyal to Prince Jia, and the saint spent a lot of time in running the government. Therefore, the government was extremely unstable at that time. It was the saint who used iron-blooded methods to frighten all the officials, and he was able to secure the throne. But Prince Jia Still a thorn in his side.

 So such a taboo cannot be mentioned, let alone the remnants of Prince Jia who are suspected to be up to the devil, and they even interfere in the big sacrifice. What do they want to do?

Qin Liuxi asked curiously: "Why, are there any remnants of Prince Jia in Guanglu Temple?"

Lu Xun did not reply. He only smiled and said: "Anyway, Dali Temple is already reviewing this matter. You know that your Qin family will be rehabilitated soon."