The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 297 Jing'an Temple (Chapter Twelve)

   Mo Yuan: "It's not cold."

   "Are you hungry?"

   "Not hungry."

   "Then you must be thirsty, why don't you drink some water?"

   "Not thirsty."

   "Hehe, you see how nice the weather is."

   Mo Yuan gave him a light glance: "You are noisy."

  30,000 touched his nose and dared not speak.

  South Wind burst out laughing.

   An hour later, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain where the temple was located.

   Shen Yijia opened the curtain and jumped out of the car, and saw a staircase that was only big enough for three people to walk together.

The   stairs meander upwards with no end in sight.

   Horse carriages and horses are naturally inaccessible, but fortunately there is a special shed for people to house carriages and horses.

  I wonder if it was built by the temple people.

   There were already two carriages parked inside, and Shen Yijia recognized at a glance that it belonged to the Liu family.

   With the weather and the conditions of Xunyang City, it is estimated that no one other than the Liu family would come here with such a leisurely mood.

  The carriage was set up, and the group of people set foot on the stairs. They thought it was only halfway up the mountain, and it would not take long to get there.

   But he didn't want to use the strength of their feet, so they walked for an hour, and it was Shen Shi when they arrived.

   Fortunately, all of them are martial arts practitioners, so I don't feel tired, but I just keep walking up the stairs, which is a bit boring.

  Shen Yijia imagined Liu Piaopiao's physique walking up, and suddenly understood why she looked so weird when she said she was tired.

  The temple is not big, and even a bit shabby. The three big characters of Jing'an Temple are written on the old plaque.

   But it is not surprising to think that in a place like Xunyang City, it is maintained by the incense of the people of Xunyang City.

   A little monk who was sweeping the floor outside saw them, throwing away his broom and running inside, shouting, "Master, someone is here to give us money again."

  Shen Yijia: Little monk, you are so realistic that you are not cute.

   "Get rid of the dust, don't be rude." An old monk with a kind-hearted face walked out, his voice was gentle.

   walked up to a few people and folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, several donors have come from afar, I don't know if there is anything I can do to help you."

  No need for Song Jingchen's instructions, Nanfeng stepped forward and bowed back: "My master and my wife want to spend the night in your temple, I wonder if you can help arrange it."

   After finishing speaking, Nanfeng offered a purse with both hands: "This is the sesame oil money that my master added."

  The little monk named Puchen ran over and took the money bag from Nanfeng's hand: "Of course, you can come with me."

  The old monk shook his head as if helpless: "Amitabha, the villain is disrespectful."

   "No problem." Song Jingchen said the first sentence after arriving here.

   Shen Yijia thought that it was not too late to look at the residence before going to Liu Piao Piao, so she did not refuse.

   The group followed Buchen around the front hall and walked in. On the way, they met several monks. When they saw them, they would stop what they were doing and greet them politely.

   However, it can be seen that there are not many monks here.

  It is different from the rows of rooms that Shen Yijia imagined like she was in the compound in her previous life. The dormitories here are small quadrangle courtyards with one room on each side.

   What she didn't expect was that men and women should live separately. In fact, this is common sense, but she didn't know it, and Song Jingchen also forgot to mention it.

   The first one passes is the courtyard for the male guests, and the latter is for the female guests.

   Shen Yijia could only tearfully separate from Song Jingchen.

  Song Jingchen rubbed her little head amusingly, and said softly, "If we don't get tired after watching the room, we'll walk around."

   "Okay." Shen Yijia nodded obediently, and continued to walk in with Mo Yuan following Puchen.

  The yard is fairly clean, and the room is alright, just a little small. There is a kang inside, and then a square table in the middle is done.

  Shen Yijia estimated that if she wanted to put something else, she might not be able to put it down.

   She looked at the bald kang with nothing on it, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

  Puchen noticed her gaze and said with a smile: "If the donor needs the temple to provide bedding, just add some sesame oil money."

  Shen Yijia glanced at him, bared his teeth, and called out, "Mo Yuan."

   Mo Yuan immediately put the bulging bag on her back, and about half of Shen Yijia's big bag was put down. Except for a set of clothes, the rest was not a bedding.

   Dust off: I have learned a lot.

  Shen Yijia: Fortunately, there is a tortoise-haired husband, otherwise, he will be pitted by this kid.

   She even suspected that so many adults in this temple just let this little monk pick up the guests just to make money easy, because the older ones would be embarrassed!

  Since I don’t need myself anymore, I chanted the Buddha’s name and prepared to leave.

   Shen Yijia thought of something to stop him: "Where does the female guest surnamed Liu live?"

   Dust off: "In the back yard."

  Shen Yijia nodded, she just looked at it, there are only three yards here, that is, the next door to the next door.

  Mo Yuan stayed in the room to clean and make the bed, Shen Yijia decisively chose the latter between looking for Liu Piaopiao or Song Jingchen.

  嗐, little friends or something, you can find them at night, but at that time, you have to separate from the beauty.

  Song Jingchen guessed that she would not rest in the room, and had long been waiting under the hanging flower door in the female guest courtyard.

   Shen Yijia saw him as soon as he went out, and trotted over: "Xianggong, I'm here."

  Song Jingchen helped her close the cloak and asked, "Are you going to the Buddhist temple to worship?"

   "Okay." Anyway, she was very new to everything here, and it was the same wherever she went first.

   They went out along the way they came just now, and Liu Piaopiao just came back from another path, so the two missed it.

  Liu Piao Piao supported Liu Piao Piao, and said distressedly, "Miss, you are really tired, you are tired enough when you come up, why don't you want to rest in the room and have to go to the Buddhist temple to kneel for such a long time?"

   They went out early, just in time for lunch, the master and the wife rested in their respective rooms after lunch.

  The lady had to go to the Buddhist temple for some reason. This kneeling lasted nearly two hours. I didn't sleep until it got dark to eat dinner.

   Liu Piaopiao turned pale and shook his head: "I'm fine."

  If Shen Yijia was here, he would find that Liu Piaopiao had lost a lot of weight after not seeing him for a few days. He used to be called fat, but now he can only be considered plump.

   She and Mrs Zeng naturally lived in the same courtyard, but Mrs Zeng lived in the upper room, and she lived in the wing room.

  Liu Piaopiao stood outside the door of the upper room for a while. Mrs. Zeng was tired from walking. She should be resting now, and the room was quiet.

  Lady Liu saw that she didn't say she was going to knock on the door and didn't go back to the house, so she asked strangely, "Miss, do you want to see Madam?"

  Liu Piaopiao's hand hidden in his sleeve clenched his fist secretly, and finally shook his head: "No, let mother rest well."

   After returning to his room, he sent Madam Liu down. As soon as the door was closed, Liu Piaopiao slumped on the ground.

   In the past few days, every time she closed her eyes, it was either Caiyun's pale and lifeless face, or the hand in the dark night.

   (end of this chapter)