After coming out of Wangchen Tower, Xiao Nanhui was full of worries and felt inexplicably depressed.
She understood what Yao Yi said. Some past events were traceable, but they couldn't be traced. They were scars, and if they were uncovered, they would bleed.
Xiao Zhun probably knew this very well, so he almost never mentioned those past events in front of her.
She believed she understood Xiao Zhun's temperament. People who came from the battlefield were more upright than flexible. She was like that herself. She was taught by Xiao Zhun, and Xiao Zhun was almost the same.
The court is another kind of battlefield. No one has swords or guns, and you can't see every move, but when the round is over, someone will be beheaded, and the result is the same.
Xiao Nanhui knew that Xiao Zhun was not suitable for that kind of battlefield, but he could not help and could only worry.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon. Somehow, the sky, which had been sunny just a moment ago, suddenly became gloomy. Xiao Nanhui squinted his eyes and saw a line of dark clouds floating from the distance.
The sky in Quecheng changes at any time.
Uncle Chen hasn't sent anyone to call her yet, so Xiao Zhun is afraid that she won't be back home for a while. If she wants to go to Yongye Temple to pray, she has to leave the city now, otherwise she won't be able to come back before the city gates close.
Never mind, I have to go alone anyway.
Xiao Nanhui’s birthday wish this year is: I hope Xiao Zhun is safe and sound.
In fact, since the day she met Xiao Zhun, she had only this one wish on every birthday.
And every year that passed, they came true.
So Xiao Nanhui felt that the temple was still effective.
At least that's the case until now.
The beginning of this year was not very good, but it will always have a happy ending.
Right?
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Yongye Temple is located on Shuxi Mountain, 30 miles east of Quecheng City. Although the temple is small, it has many pilgrims.
According to legend, when the temple was first built, it was originally named Yongye Temple. Yongye is an ancient place name, and the temple was built here, so it was named Yongye.
However, since the completion of the temple, Yongye has been plagued by disasters. First, successive floods destroyed the villages at the foot of the mountain, then there was a seven-year drought, and then there was unrest in Chizhou and years of war. The gate of Yongye Temple was hit by a rolling rock and half collapsed. The original word "Yongye" on the plaque was damaged and only "Yongye" remained. The temple abbot thought it might be God's will, so he stopped people from repairing the plaque and only rebuilt the temple gate.
From then on, Yongye Temple became Yongye Temple. Strangely enough, Yongye was free of disasters. Although the temple lacked a high-ranking monk, it was incredibly effective. However, this effectiveness wasn't about praying for blessings, but about warding off disaster. Simply put, if someone felt they were about to face disaster, they would come to Yongye Temple to pray for protection. With just three sticks of incense, they could turn danger into safety.
Such a sacred temple naturally attracts many pilgrims.
However, it is better to burn incense early than late, and there are not many people like Xiao Nanhui who come after noon.
The young monk who was sweeping the tomb helped to tie up Jixiang and tied him aside. In addition to a few horses, there was also a carriage parked there. Xiao Nanhui glanced at it without paying much attention. He hurriedly climbed the stairs and walked towards the temple gate.
The sky remained overcast, and though the clusters of golden flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, their brilliance was somewhat diminished by the lack of sunlight. Unlike other temples that plant pine and cypress trees, Yongye Temple retained the golden camellia that had been there since the temple's founding. Camellias are difficult to grow, and the golden color is even rarer, but the soil at Yongye Temple is perfectly suited to their growth, allowing them to bloom year after year without requiring much care.
Xiao Nanhui looked left and right, with joy in his eyes, but when he thought that Xiao Zhun was not there, he felt that some fun was missing.
Sighing inwardly, Xiao Nanhui headed straight for the main hall. The dark cloud drifting in from the southwest seemed to have grown closer, pressing down on the hall's eaves, inexplicably creating a sense of oppression. From a distance, Xiao Nanhui noticed a figure standing at the hall entrance. The man was elegantly dressed, his hands behind his back. Her sharp eyes saw him slightly sideways, tucking the long sword at his waist to his side.
Xiao Nan returned his gaze without thinking too much. Quecheng was the imperial city, and there were people of prominent status there. Some noble families did not want to show off their status when they went out, so they would try to avoid wearing anything that could identify themselves.
I guess because Yongye Temple is located in a remote area, he still brought weapons with him.
Xiao Nan thought about it and had already passed by the man.
The prayer flags hanging in the hall blocked the light from outside, and the surroundings became dark. A cool breath blew in my face. Perhaps the fragrance of the flowers outside was too sweet, and the damp air before the rain seemed to be filled with a bitter taste.
Xiao Nanhui adjusted himself to the light, walked straight to the cushion, picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then lit three incense sticks.
The ancient fragrance mixed with musk and snow lotus was spicy and warm, neutralizing the previous smell in the air. Xiao Nanhui took a deep breath and whispered, "Please bless Xiao Zhun to be safe."
The intermittent sound of beating the wooden fish in the distant wing also stopped, and her whisper was the only sound in the silent hall.
She began by reciting the battles, then moved on to Xiao Zhun's generals, and finally to the Marquisate and Xiao Zhun. After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Nanhui's hand, still holding the incense, trembled, and the half-burned ash fell onto her hand, burning it slightly. She considered carefully, feeling certain she hadn't missed anything, and respectfully bowed three times. She placed the incense in the censer, then bent down and kowtowed again.
After doing all this, she stood up and somehow saw the fortune stick box next to the incense table. She hesitated for a moment.
Today, people believe in gods and Buddhas. Xiao Nanhui had seen those who worshipped gods and found it very troublesome and the offerings expensive, so he turned to worshipping Buddha. He couldn't say how much faith he had in his heart, but before every battle, Xiao Zhun would worship the gods and Buddhas. Over time, Xiao Nanhui also felt that this was necessary.
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