The Legend of the Resourceful Princess

Xing'er looked out of the window and then looked at Murong Yue. In the end, she could only obediently stand guard. After a long while, she finally muttered, "Damn it, it was you who wanted to come out to play, why is it that right now only this servant is here to enjoy the scenery?"

Mu Ru Yue pretended not to hear him. About two hours later, the carriage finally arrived at the entrance of Huang Lin Temple.

Today seemed to be the opening day of the Yellow Forest Temple, so many people came with clamorous voices. However, Mu Ru Yue wasn't woken up by the noise, but was pulled up by Xing'er.

Inside the carriage, Mu Ru Yue was still in a deep sleep. Xing'er looked at her young miss' expression and said with resentment, "My lady, didn't you say you wanted to go to Buddha to get unlucky? "Why are you still sleeping? We have all arrived at the Yellow Forest Temple."

"Arrived?" Mu Ru Yue looked outside and saw that it was filled with people. He got up and jumped off the carriage. Xing'er followed him out of the carriage.

Because of the high location chosen by the Temple of Huanglin, there were 108 steps in front of the door, which were convenient for people to go up to. Mu Ru Yue and Xing'er went up the stairs one after the other. There were many people who came here to enjoy the incense. It could even be said that it was crowded.

Mu Ru Yue squeezed into the crowd, her eyes filled with anticipation. This was the first time that she was enjoying the scent of a real ancient temple.

Xing'er followed behind her with difficulty. Looking at her young miss's excited appearance, she sighed helplessly. "My young miss, can we be a little slower?" What if they get lost? "

"If I lose you, I'll kneel in the main hall and pray for Buddha. After that, I'll come find you." Mu Ru Yue said half-jokingly. Xing'er felt helpless, and was about to follow along when, unexpectedly, a large crowd of people once again crowded around her, pushing her to the back.

"Eldest Miss!" Xing'er shouted, but there were too many people to hear her clearly.

The sun was just around the corner. Occasionally, a passerby passing by would see a woman standing at the entrance of the temple and looking down with a worried expression.

"Benefactor, do you want to enter?" Seeing that she did not enter, little Shamei could not help but ask.

Mu Ru Yue looked at the crowd and the invisible Xing'er. She then looked inside and saw that it was also packed with people. She sighed and said, "Enter!" What could she do? She was in despair too!

Why did he just say not to leave, and in the next second, Xing'er was pushed away? Now that she saw people heading towards Huang Lin Temple in droves, even if she wanted to wait for Xing'er here, most people wouldn't want her to stand in their way.

As she thought about it, Mu Ru Yue said to Xiao Sha Mi, "Little master, my little sister and I have lost our way. If you meet a little girl crying and wanting to find a red-clothed girl, please tell her not to run around. Wait for me in front of the main hall."

With that, Mu Ru Yue was pushed into the temple by the people behind her.

Although it was crowded inside the temple, it was not as hard to walk around as it was outside. The Yellow Forest Temple was extremely large and there were countless buddhist halls. After bowing to them one by one, the crowd naturally dispersed.

At this moment, Mu Ru Yue wasn't worried about Xing'er. After all, within the temple, there wouldn't be any problems. With this kind of feeling in her heart, Mu Ru Yue decided to pray for Buddha's blessings and go to the depths of misfortune! He didn't want to provoke any more swindlers!

Once she made up her mind, Mu Ru Yue started to pay her respects to the Buddha. Kneeling in front of the Buddha, her mood wasn't as irritable as before, but more of a sense of transcendence. Murong Yue suddenly felt that she was really lucky now that she was still alive.

With this kind of pastry mentality, Murong Yue paid respects to each of the halls, adding incense to the hall. By the time she had finished bowing, an hour and a half later, it was already noon.