Because the donation was generous, the monk in charge of receiving guests was willing to help relay messages.
After a cup of tea, Tang Hu was invited to the meditation room in the backyard.
Without any hesitation, he entered the room, knelt on the prayer mat, and stated his demands.
The abbot had been expressionless the whole time, as if nothing in the world could touch his soul.
When the presiding official learned that it was a ritual requested by Prince Rui, his expression finally softened.
Their temple hasn't held religious ceremonies for a long time; those things are really time-consuming and laborious.
However, since Prince Rui ordered it to be done, it means there must be some injustice in that place.
As a monk who considers himself to have attained enlightenment in Buddhism, being able to help the souls of the deceased is a kind of good deed and meritorious act.
After the discussion, Tang Hu stayed at the temple, preparing to lead a group of monks to the bandit's house the next day.
The group of monks looked at the towering mountain, said nothing, and said, "Let's climb it."
They finally arrived at their destination, huffing and puffing. All the monks, including the abbot, were stunned.
Are you sure this place wasn't robbed?
In fact, it's worse than robbery; they call it demolishing a house.
Tang Hu then trembled as he led the monks to the backyard.
They said there was something wrong with that tree.
The abbot chanted a Buddhist prayer. Then he began to perform calculations using his fingers.
The final date for the ritual to deliver the deceased will be determined.
Everyone should still make the necessary preparations.
By the time the auspicious hour had arrived, it was already late at night.
The presiding officer performs rituals to pray for the souls of the deceased.
After a series of movements, no one knew the underlying principle; all that was known was that the monks sat on the ground, chanting incantations.
The host maintained the same posture and even seemed to be talking to thin air.
This scared Tang Hu so much he almost peed himself.
The more afraid he was, the less he dared to move or walk.
At least there are still many monks here.
If he moves to another place, what if some ghost captures him?
With a mournful face, he trembled.
His servant brought his master a wooden board from somewhere, and Tang Hu sat down on it.
Although you can't cross your legs, at least you won't faint at any moment.
As time went on, the abbot's face became increasingly covered in sweat.
He seemed like a judge, clearly arranging a bunch of ghosts.
You either follow the arrangement and enter the cycle of reincarnation, or your primordial spirit is scattered. Anyone who isn't a fool would know how to choose.
After all, once the primordial spirit dissipates, it means utter desolation.
Three hours later, the abbot had dealt with all the ghosts gathered in the house.
Some of the ghosts were either captured and brought up the mountain or killed by bandits at the foot of the mountain.
Then their resentment was directed at the bandits' weapons.
They followed the surviving bandits up the mountain.
Perhaps due to their overwhelming resentment, their souls gradually began to solidify. However, they were unable to leave the house.
As for the bandits buried in those heroes' tombs, although they died somewhat unjustly...
But they were indeed people who deserved to die, after all, they had lives on their hands.
Based on the situation of these people, the abbot summoned Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who then took these souls away.
The monk has finished. They should basically call it a day.
As a result, the abbot called Tang Hu over, made him kneel in front of the basin, and burned all the paper he had brought.
They only said it was time to go back after the fire was burned.
This host is definitely not at a disadvantage.
“Benefactor Tang, we monks also need to eat. This ritual has been quite a large undertaking.”
Would it be unreasonable for Benefactor Tang to donate another two hundred taels for incense oil?
Instantly, Tang Hu realized he had been tricked.
Next time I invite these ethereal people, I must first confirm the price.
Otherwise, look at them, they're just asking for benefits the moment they open their mouths.
And it's the kind of offer you can't refuse.
"Rest assured, Master, this is naturally indispensable. It's all prepared; get the ink ready."
The servant quickly handed over a purse.
One can tell from the thickness of the purse that it contains banknotes.
The ritual was performed, the money was collected, and the group hurried down the mountain.
Only after they left did the tree, which had previously displayed an eerie color, gradually return to its normal color.
When Huang received Zhao Qinglin's message via hawk, she read the information about the young ladies and felt it was inappropriate.
Huang felt she was going crazy about what kind of wife to marry her son's mistress.
However, given their family's situation of being neither too picky nor too satisfied,
Finding a suitable wife for his youngest son seems to be quite a challenge.
We look down on the wealthy and powerful, and we look down on the less fortunate and humble.
Forget it, let nature take its course. The Huang family is prepared to slack off and win without lifting a finger.
Seeing that Zhao Qingyan had been married for some time but still hadn't conceived, Madam Huang became a little anxious.
"Sweetie, tell Grandma, is that boy Xu okay in that area?"
Zhao Qingyan's eyes widened almost like copper bells; what kind of rabid words were these?
"Grandma, why are you asking this?"
Huang did not hesitate.
"You've been married for a while now, but I haven't seen you get pregnant. So I'm wondering if there's something wrong between you two."
If there's something wrong with it, it needs to be treated quickly.
Otherwise, you two will be unable to have children in the future, and you'll have a lot to cry about.
Zhao Qingyan was truly at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.
"Grandma, you call getting married less than two months ago 'some time'?"
"Yes, it's been quite a few days, several dozen days. How can it take so long?"
Huang patted Zhao Qingyan on the shoulder.
"You naughty child, Grandma is just worried. What if you don't have a child to rely on in the future?"
"Wouldn't I die all alone? You always need to leave some kind of root."
Zhao Qingyan tried hard not to laugh.
"Grandma, I know, it's just that I feel like I'm still young."
It's better to have a baby a couple of years later; having a baby too early is bad for your health.
Huang nodded. "Did you learn this in your past life?"
Zhao Qingyan nodded, and Madam Huang thought for a moment.
"You're a shrewd person, Grandma won't force you."
You need to discuss this with Xu Xiaozi beforehand. Don't let him misunderstand and think you don't want to have his child; it wouldn't be good if you had a conflict.
Zhao Qingyan continued to nod, trying her best to play the role of an obedient and sensible little baby well.
The grandmother and granddaughter are discussing when to have a child.
After Zhao Qinglin finally reunited with the imperial physician and midwife at the former Taifu Palace, she headed towards Mocheng.
We hadn't traveled far when construction stopped, perhaps because the road was still under construction, and the ride was extremely bumpy.
Zhao Qingyan actually started labor ahead of schedule.
It really is true that you have to be born on the road. There's no village or shop in sight, and it takes a whole day to get to the nearest county town.
Prince Rui was so anxious he wanted to curse.
The imperial physician immediately took Zhao Qinglin's pulse and confirmed that the fetus was normal.
It's time for the fruit to ripen and fall.
The midwife, true to her palace roots, quickly took control of the situation.
Who will boil the water? Who will prepare the scissors? They also ordered people to unravel the bolts of cotton cloth to make diapers.
With everything prepared, Prince Rui was ushered off the carriage.
Prince Rui was also anxiously pacing around, trying to lift the carriage curtain, but was stopped by the imperial physician and guards beside him.
"Your Highness, please calm down. The Princess Consort must have her reasons for not letting you into the carriage."
"Don't you think our princess is beautiful, intelligent, capable, and loves to save face?"
As the guards questioned him, Prince Rui nodded repeatedly, but then he realized something was amiss.
"You rascal, how do you know so much about the princess?"
The guard was both amused and exasperated, but he had to answer this question carefully.
Otherwise, they'll definitely send him back to the training camp. That's not a place for humans.
Even if you can peel off a layer of skin, it won't necessarily work.
"Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"
Everyone has eyes; they know how amazing our princess is.
Have you forgotten the time when our princess whipped her dog back in the capital?
The princess certainly wouldn't want to be seen in her most disheveled state.
I think Your Highness should have someone prepare some easily digestible food for the Princess.
"It might even give the princess some energy."
Prince Rui realized this made sense, and quickly ordered the kitchen staff to make egg and shredded pork noodles for Zhao Qinglin.
This time, Prince Rui personally brought the noodles to the carriage.
He knocked on the shop window.
"Honey, I just had the cook make you egg and shredded pork noodles. Would you like to have a bite before we have another baby?"
Zhao Qinglin was in so much pain inside that she felt like she was going crazy.
After all that effort, he said, "Get lost."
Prince Rui was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was very happy, which showed that his wife was still quite energetic.
They've even started swearing.
Prince Rui stood outside the carriage with his noodles in hand, trying to see what was happening inside through the heavy curtains and carriage walls.
Suddenly, the cry of a baby came from inside the carriage, accompanied by a sigh from Zhao Qinglin.
"It's finally out, but it hurt so much!"
After a few breaths, the placenta was delivered.
The midwife carefully checked the integrity of the placenta, making sure nothing was missing, and the entire childbirth process was considered complete.
After wiping Zhao Qinglin's face with a large, clean cotton cloth, he quickly went to greet the little one.
The umbilical cord needs to be cut.
Cut the umbilical cord with scissors that have been scalded with boiling water, leaving about an inch of cord. Tie the cut end of the umbilical cord with clean white thread.
He poured some warm water from the copper kettle next to him, gave the little guy a quick wipe, and then quickly wrapped him up.
Whether it was from the cold or from being neglected, the little one suddenly burst into tears.
The midwife chatted with the baby as she spoke.
While dressing the child, you also need to check for birthmarks or deformities.
Very good, excellent. The little guy is so clean that there isn't a single spot on him.
The little guy, wrapped up tightly, immediately fell silent.
"Oh my, my little master, are you embarrassed because you weren't wearing clothes just now?"
Hehe, the young master is really smart.
Now, this old servant will carry you to see your father, the King. Then we'll return to your mother's side, shall we?"
The midwife's tone was questioning, and her actions indicated that she intended to do so.
Pushing open the carriage door, only a small crack was visible.
In addition, she was blocking the way, so no one could see what was going on inside.
"Doctor, please examine the young master. I still need to clean up the princess."
After the midwife finished speaking, Prince Rui reached out his large hand, but he withdrew it halfway.
"Imperial physician, please examine my son quickly."
"That's what Prince Rui instructed."
The imperial physician skillfully took the baby and slowly pulled the little hand out of the swaddling clothes.
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