Chapter 829 By What Right?
Although she didn't quite believe that her senior brother was the kind of person who was willing to spend money, Song Chunxue didn't hesitate at all and handed him five gold bars.
"Spend more on yourself, don't be stingy. Respect the clothes before respecting the person, especially since you are a senior brother who is particular about your appearance. Get yourself a few more outfits."
"If we run into your old fellow disciples next time, don't let them laugh at us for being poor. Your second senior brother may not seem bad, but I don't like him. However, I love his outfit. Senior brother, you should take note."
Master Zhang did not refuse; he put the gold into his storage ring and then quickly got up.
"Get ready, call me when you're done, and I'll definitely bring you to him."
"Um?"
Seeing her senior brother's straightforward and decisive manner, Song Chunxue felt a little uncomfortable.
Is this the effect of spending money wisely?
"When you go to see Lord Xie, shouldn't you wash up and dress properly? What's the point of all this dressing up?"
"I……"
Zhang Chengxuan looked her over with a hint of disdain.
"Although you are my junior brother and a Taoist nun who cultivates, in front of Lord Xie, you are a woman, dressed so... plainly and old-fashionedly, and you haven't even washed your hair for the past few days, have you? How can you be so shameless?"
"..." Song Chunxue wrinkled her nose and clenched her fists, wanting to refute but having no words to say.
Ugh, this is infuriating.
Song Chunxue clenched her fists and held her breath, finally managing to utter, "So, according to you, I can't finish cleaning in half a day. How about tomorrow?"
She seemed less anxious and uneasy, and once she opened up and admitted her true feelings, she didn't seem as eager to see him as before.
My senior brother's words may be rough, but they make sense. How can you go to see your lover with disheveled hair and a dirty face?
These past few days have indeed been quite agonizing. In all her years, she has never felt so lost and restless.
It was a sense of loss I had never experienced before.
Even though she was busy every day, she just couldn't muster the energy and always wanted to sit down and rethink things. Her previous decision made her feel like she had lost something.
She thought she was an adult who could break up easily, and that she could get through a few months with just a few letters, and at most six months to get used to this kind of separation.
Unexpectedly, she overestimated herself.
The thought of him encountering danger on the road, and how he would miss her like she did during the long and tedious journey, sighing inwardly even though he wouldn't say it, made her feel very uneasy.
It felt really uncomfortable.
In the past, husbands and wives were inseparable. When a woman had many children, the period of postpartum confinement was when disappointment accumulated the most, let alone the fact that she had to go through it five times.
The resentment she felt during her postpartum period was immense, but she couldn't blame anyone but herself...
For more than ten years, her greatest affection for her child's father has been the hope that the two of them could support each other in raising their child...
Unfortunately, it didn't work out in the end.
Where are you going?
My senior brother's voice came from behind me.
"Take your time packing up after you go down the mountain. Senior brother, you promised me you'd come up the mountain to find me first thing tomorrow morning."
“Alright, I’ll tidy myself up too. I haven’t washed my hair in days, I’m practically getting lice.” The Taoist priest said seriously, “If you study more about divination in the future, you won’t have to spend a lot of money to have me do things for you.”
Song Chunxue turned her head and laughed, "I'm happy to spend money. Anyway, no matter how well I study, I can't surpass my senior brother, so why bother?"
"Besides, if I learn it, how will it show that what my senior brother learned is valuable? Who am I paying for it?"
"..."
Master Zhang laughed in exasperation, pursed his lips, turned his head and shook his finger for a long time without uttering a single word.
His uncle's words really make a lot of sense.
Song Chunxue affixed an invisibility talisman and, smiling, rode her sword down the mountain.
As we passed over the rooftops, we could still hear her laughter.
...
Upon returning to the Xie residence, Song Chunxue instructed the kitchen to boil water and light a fire in the house, intending to take a warm bath.
It's getting cold, and she hasn't washed herself for almost a month.
The same goes for hair; it's been there for about twenty days.
Just as she and Old Xu were filling the bathtub with hot water, Zhao Xiao'e, the old woman who had been left behind, ran in from outside.
"Master Song, a monk has come to the door. He says he has something important to tell you. He says you know him. Should we let him in?"
Upon hearing the word "monk," Song Chunxue frowned. "I won't see him."
What could be so important that you have to tell her?
If he wants to see the child, he can definitely find him.
"However, that person said it concerns Lord Xie's safety and begs the Taoist priest to meet with him and explain in detail."
Although she knew that this was the only excuse that would make her agree, Song Chunxue hesitated for a moment before letting the person in.
She closed the bedroom door to lock in the heat and went to wait in the cold outer room.
Master Huineng walked in, wearing a felt hat and holding a staff. His robe was still clean and tidy.
He stepped into the house and bowed to her with his hands clasped together.
Song Chunxue initially wanted to ignore him, but not wanting to appear petty, she performed a Taoist salute in his honor.
Old Xu came in carrying a teapot and poured tea with trembling hands.
The house was scheduled to be taken back by the government in a year, but Xie Zheng thought that Song Chunxue would not be able to adapt to it in time, so he discussed with the government officials about taking it back a year later, and they agreed.
So all the other servants in the courtyard left, leaving only Zhao Xiao'e and Old Xu, the elderly couple.
Knowing that their son had been traveling with caravans for years, Song Chunxue told them to let her know if they found a suitable employer.
She can take care of herself on her own and shouldn't prevent others from finding a long-term, stable job.
"Could you please cook some potatoes, Sister Zhao? We'll have potato porridge for dinner. I'll make the porridge." They're old and their legs aren't very strong, so she'll do the time-consuming and strenuous work.
"Okay, I'll go get ready." Old Xu walked out of the house, his hand resting on the door frame, looking rather unsteady.
Song Chunxue looked away and noticed that the monk's gaze was following Old Xu.
"What are you doing here?" she asked bluntly. "Just say what you need to say, I'm busy later."
"I heard that Lord Xie has returned to the capital by imperial decree. Are you planning to go with him?"
"Lord Xie has been gone for seven days. Haven't I stayed behind?" she said casually. "I don't plan to go with him for the time being."
"But the divination indicates that you will be going to the capital tomorrow."
The hexagram?
They're all quite capable, except for her.
Song Chunxue sipped her tea calmly, neither denying nor admitting it.
“You shouldn’t go to the capital. That place is too dangerous for you. Even if you want to go, wait until after this month.” He gripped his prayer beads tightly, his tone anxious. “I don’t believe they didn’t warn you.”
"No, they all think it's good that I went to the capital with Lord Xie. My senior brother is also good at divination, and he didn't stop me. Are you sure you can calculate more accurately than him?"
"Besides, whether it's dangerous or not is my business. Doesn't Buddhism also emphasize cause and effect? Your arbitrary interference is detrimental to your cultivation." Song Chunxue said in a calm tone, "Master, you should stay away from the mortal world and devote yourself to Buddhist practice."
“But I dreamt of you…” At this point, Master Huineng’s expression became particularly complicated. “In short, don’t go to the capital. Those who cultivate know that warning dreams are not just sensationalism; they are a reminder from Heaven. I must stop you.”
Song Chunxue found it amusing, "Why should I listen to you?"
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