Chapter 274: Meeting an old friend while burning incense in the temple
... It's
a little cold today.
But there is no frost.
This year will definitely be a warm winter.
Mianmian wore a white skirt in the morning, with a warm suit inside.
There was a padded skirt outside.
She dressed up today because she was going out.
I missed my aunt. She should be back after my sister's hundred-day banquet.
Qin Luoxia also dressed up a little today.
She doesn't like to wear white and can't stand dirt, but she wore white today.
Today, my mother is going to take my cousin to the temple with her to perform a ritual.
Mianmian guessed that my father didn't tell my mother about my cousin's true identity.
Because today they went to the temple to perform a ritual for my cousin's father.
According to the rules of the village, after death, especially sudden death, not the kind of death of natural causes, it is best to go to the temple to perform a ritual for the deceased, so that the deceased can rest in peace.
Qin Luoxia felt that the incense suddenly fell down when she went to the cemetery to worship for the first time. She always felt that her elder brother had some unfulfilled wishes, so she thought she should go to the temple to perform a ritual.
Jiang Changtian would agree with everything she wanted to do.
Anyway, Xiamei was the one who made the decisions about family affairs.
So the family packed up and went to the temple early in the morning.
They chose a more famous temple, Tai'a Temple.
Tai'a Temple is a more famous temple in the capital. It is said that the scenery is beautiful and it is very effective. It has a good reputation. Officials and their wives like to go there very much, and it is not too far away.
Mianmian knew that her father had been promoted to the fourth rank, which she originally thought was not that high.
But she recalled.
Nowadays, a division-level official is very impressive. There is a saying that the division-level official is not based on hard work but also on family background. The division-level official is the big boss in the unit. But if converted to ancient times, the division-level official is a seventh-rank official.
The section-level official is the ninth rank here. Thinking about it this way, the fourth rank is already super awesome.
You can be a little arrogant.
Riding in a carriage all the way, Mianmian was very leisurely sitting in the carriage, watching the scenery and eating snacks.
Sometimes looking out the window, it is basically clean, and I feel that the capital city is generally pretty good.
I am grateful to be wearing it here.
If you were to travel back to medieval Europe, you would have to learn to wear high heels because you would be afraid of stepping on shit. You would also have to wear a big lolita-style skirt with a big hem. When you want to pee, you can just put a basin in your skirt and solve the problem on the spot. You can still smile and talk.
You also have to wear a wig because people living in buildings on the roadside will just pour their urine and feces down from the upper floors.
You also have to apply lead powder on your face to make your face look whiter.
This seems to be popular here too, and people also apply it.
Last time, she saw someone give her mother whitening lead powder, and she was shocked. The nobles here are prone to difficult labor, which may be related to using these things. It is a bit harmful to the body.
Along the way, the red-tiled and yellow-walled houses, the bluestone roads, and the advertising banners blown by the wind are like a painting. Mianmian looked at it very seriously.
Zi Congheng looked outside. The houses were receding, just like when he was running.
Looking at the opposite side, Jiang Xiaogui didn't know what his mind was thinking. It was rare for him to be quiet for a while, which was quite nice.
Suddenly Mianmian made a face at him. He
was startled.
He watched her put her hand into her mouth and pull it open, stick out her tongue, and roll her eyes...
Zi Congheng's cheeks twitched: "Don't come over."
He pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to her to wipe her hands.
Jiang Mianmian laughed loudly, hurting the enemy a thousand times and hurting herself a thousand times. The corner of her mouth was a little painful.
Then there was silence for a long time.
Mianmian pulled out a book from the carriage. This book is very popular recently.
Flipping through it casually, she saw one rule: Officials cannot hit other officials in the face without reason...
The rules are very specific.
Then is it okay to hit the stomach? Is it okay to hit the head?
Officials cannot urinate in the quilt...
This...
This rule is very specific. She handed the rule to Brother Chong.
Zi Congheng glanced at it expressionlessly and gave it back to her.
Why can Jiang Xiaogui discover so many weird things in one day...
His cheeks twitched slightly.
Seeing her reading such boring things, he could also laugh foolishly.
...
It was originally a very difficult journey.
It was probably a road that would make me sad when I think about it.
But it didn't seem so sad. I didn't know
whether to laugh or cry all the way. The sadness was broken into pieces, fell under the wheels and was rolled away.
Arrived at the temple.
Qin Luoxia took her two children to find a monk and said they wanted to perform a ritual.
Mianmian found that Tai'a Temple was very advanced, similar to modern temples, with a special reception room and monks for reception.
Very professional.
Free incense is provided, and money is not required. You can give money according to your mood.
Generally, people who come to the temple to burn incense will give more or less.
There are several halls.
Each hall has different Bodhisattvas.
It is golden and magnificent, and you can see it from the outside without going in.
It is like a world surrounded by gods and Buddhas.
Gods and Buddhas are everywhere, overlooking you.
It makes you become serious unconsciously.
Mianmian believes in socialism, receives nine years of compulsory education, and is not afraid of ghosts and gods. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do,
and do what is required in the place you go.
A Niang discussed the ritual matters seriously with the monk.
Brother Chong also listened carefully.
Mianmian led Pangya out.
Strolling in the temple.
There always seemed to be many towering old trees growing in the temple, and the environment felt very quiet.
As Mianmian walked, she met people at the corner according to the law.
(Because the author really couldn't make up the plot, he had to enter abruptly.)
The weather was quite good today. Although it was cold, it was sunny and not so cold.
There was a pavilion at the corner of the corridor of the ancient temple. A white-haired old lady was sitting there, with her head down, stringing beads.
The old lady was wearing a gray robe with a white base inside, gray and white.
Her hair was not completely white, there was some black, mixed with white, and the whole thing looked like gray.
She looked extremely beautiful and gentle as she lowered her head to string beads.
Her face and head were wrapped in cloth, and her head was half covered, so you could see her white hair and feel her age.
With her head wrapped, she looked like a farmer. In winter, farmers in Jingzhou would wrap up their hair, neck and face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
The old lady in front of me was similar.
But I felt that she looked good just sitting there.
Even though she was an old lady, she was an old lady who had been pampered.
Mianmian looked around and saw no sign saying no entry, so she went in.
The old lady with beads heard the noise, looked up, and saw the person coming. She
was stunned.
The girl was dressed in white and walked towards her without making any sound.
The sun shone on her face.
She looked like her when she was young.
So beautiful, so arrogant, so reckless, and carefree.
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