Chapter 99 I Believe in Buddhism
It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, the air was filled with heat, and even the leaves were wilting and curling up.
Jiang Yuzhu sat in the carriage and took a nap with her eyes closed. She noticed that the carriage had stopped and there was chaos all around her. She asked casually, "What's going on up ahead?"
The widest street in the capital can accommodate more than a dozen carriages passing side by side without causing congestion.
Hongli got off the carriage to inquire, and after a while ran back and said, "How could you forget that today is the day Zhao Zhe was exiled, and every family in the capital came to watch the fun!"
There were so many onlookers that the carriage had blocked the road and could not pass for a while.
Jiang Yuzhu stretched out her arms and said, "Let's go and see what's going on!"
Jia Xinglin is not a good person, and Zhao Zhe is a fool for being simple-minded and being exploited. They are not wrong.
Hongli asked gossipingly, "Miss, do you think Wei Jing will come to see you off?"
Almost every high-ranking family in the capital sent people to wait and see, probably because of the Wei family's attitude.
Hong Xiu also said, "Zhao Zhe would rather be exiled than implicate Wei Jing. No matter how the Zhao family tried to persuade him, he didn't reveal a single word."
Zhao Zhe felt sorry for many people, but he loved Wei Jing deeply.
Being exiled to a bitter and cold place wearing shackles, he would be in great danger of death if no one takes care of him along the way.
Jiang Yuzhu curled her lips sarcastically: "Of course Wei Jing won't come. If she came, wouldn't it be confirmed that Zhao Zhe was the one who ordered the murder?"
The image that Prime Minister Wei has created over the years is so good that even when evidence has been placed in front of him many times, there are still people in the capital who defend him.
In the open space ahead, the officers were ready to go.
Zhao Zhe was dressed in rags and looked haggard. He stared at the crowd, looking for a familiar figure.
After waiting for half an hour, the officer had already struck the gong, but the person he wanted to see still did not appear.
There was a commotion in the crowd. Zhao Fendie was holding a package with an indifferent expression: "Now I am not a member of the Zhao family, and you may not recognize me as your cousin, but seeing that you were kind to me when we were young, I will give you a ride."
Zhao Fendie gave the official some silver as a bribe, and there were also several common medicines in the package. This was all she could do.
"Cousin, you could have had a bright future. Was it worth it to sacrifice yourself for the evil-hearted Wei Jing? You really can't figure it out. I hope you'll think about it carefully while you're in exile. If you survive and make it to the North in the future, be a good person."
Zhao Fendie said what she wanted to say, turned around and left. She had done her best.
"It's time to get going!"
Zhao Zhe was reluctant to leave, so the officer whipped him a few times. "Master Zhao, you are a prisoner, and you are still acting so arrogant?"
"Master Zhao, Miss Wei asked someone to tell you that she has already made arrangements and will not let you suffer too much."
Another officer appeared, stopped the whip and whispered.
Zhao Zhe had a bitter look on his face. It took him a long while to find his voice, hoarse as a broken gong: "Jing'er is not coming?"
If he died on the way to exile, this would be the last time they would meet, and it would be Zhao Zhe's last thought.
The officer couldn't help laughing: "It's inconvenient."
Now the identities and status of the two are very different. One is a prisoner, and the other is the daughter of the Prime Minister of Wei. The difference is like heaven and earth.
Zhao Zhe raised his head and laughed until tears came out: "Wei Jing, how could you treat me like this!"
From the beginning to the end, he was the big fool who was played around by others.
I had high hopes for Wei Jing several times, but in the end, I was left with only despair.
Zhao Zhe was so grief-stricken that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Upon seeing this, the officer quickly covered his mouth and dragged Zhao Zhe onto the cart.
Afterwards, under the gaze of the chaotic crowd, the team moved further and further away.
Jiang Yuzhu witnessed the whole process, and there was no emotion in her eyes: "So it is said that deep love does not last long, and trusting the wrong person will not end well."
What love and affection? It's too extravagant.
Hongli thought of Xie Zhao, who had been performing well recently, and asked, "Madam, if you don't believe in love, what do you believe in?"
“I believe in Buddhism.”
Jiang Yuzhu clasped her hands together and silently chanted "Amitabha".
This time when she went to the Huguo Temple, considering that she had too many enemies, she had to pray for a peace amulet and then ask for the magic weapon to protect her house.
Shen was standing by, smiling and saying, "It's good to believe in Buddhism. Good marriages are all arranged by the Buddha."
What to do? Shen, the mother-in-law, works so hard, but every time she creates an opportunity, her son always holds her back!
In the afternoon, the convoy finally arrived at the Huguo Temple.
Huguo Temple is a century-old temple located halfway up the mountain.
The mountain road is winding, with strange rocks on both sides. Going up along the man-made stone platform, after walking for several hundred meters, you can see the golden glazed tiles hidden among the ancient trees.
The main gate of Huguo Temple is filled with the smoke of incense, and pilgrims coming to worship Buddha can be seen everywhere.
Seeing Chen taking the lead, the monk in charge of reception hurried forward to greet her.
Chen panted slightly and said to her daughter, "Yuzhu, help me add some incense money and draw a fortune stick at the same time."
The oracle sticks from the Huguo Temple are well-known in the capital, and are extremely effective whether used for asking questions or fortune-telling.
There was a monk leading the way. Before Jiang Yuzhu even entered the hall, a familiar face came up to her.
Lu Yunxi put away her folding fan with a click, her eyes lazily and nonchalant, and smiled faintly, "Cousin, what a coincidence."
Today was not an accidental encounter for him but he had something to do. He did not expect to meet Jiang Yuzhu in the Huguo Temple.
Jiang Yuzhu nodded perfunctorily, saying hello: "Cousin, I still have to go draw lots, I'll go first!"
"Cousin, you..."
Lu Yunxi stood there, looking at Jiang Yuzhu's fleeing back, and shook his head helplessly.
What he meant was that his cousin was going in the wrong direction.
Here, Jiang Yuzhu finally got rid of the bad love affair, but found herself lost.
The Huguo Temple covers a large area, and the rear hall is intricately built like a maze.
Hongli suddenly remembered and said, "Madam, this is not a bad thing. I heard that there is a nearly 100-year-old master in the Huguo Temple. He usually stays in seclusion and worships Buddha. Only those who are destined can see him!"
How many people wait for this opportunity in the Huguo Temple every day; some devout pilgrims even wait for several years.
"You've always had good luck, maybe you're the one for me!"
Hongli was talking nonsense, and Jiang Yuzhu believed it to some extent. After all, she had a biggest secret.
The master and servant were talking in low voices when a middle-aged monk walked out from a side hall.
Jiang Yuzhu asked devoutly, "Master, can I ask for a fortune here?"
The middle-aged monk hurriedly returned the greeting: "Thank you for your courtesy, benefactor. I am not the master, my Dharma name is Wujing."
Wujing was in a hurry to leave, and showed Jiang Yuzhu the way: "Donor lady, turn left after leaving the side hall, turn right, and then turn left again, and you will reach the front hall."
Before the master and servant could leave, an old monk with white hair and a youthful face walked out from the side hall. He looked like a highly accomplished monk.
Hongli was so excited that he could hardly speak, and he pulled at his wife's clothes stiffly.
"This is incredible! This is a face that indicates great fortune!"
The old monk paused, stared at Jiang Yuzhu carefully, and then said: "Not only that, the female donor will bring prosperity to the family and husband, and will have many children and blessings. She is a rare phoenix girl in a century!"
Seeing his wife paused, Hongli asked cleverly, "Master, what is a Phoenix Girl?"
"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."
The old monk coughed twice and turned away.
Seeing this, Hongli hurriedly picked up a silver ingot with both hands.
It is difficult to meet the master of Huguo Temple even once in several years, and it is extremely rare to even get a word of advice from him.
Hongli has a deep understanding that her wife brings good fortune to her husband and family. As for having many children and being blessed, that remains to be verified!
In short, the master's words cannot be wrong.
Jiang Yuzhu was dragged away by Hongli, still immersed in sadness. All she wanted was to live a good life. Wouldn't it be a blessing for Xie Zhao to have many children?
In the side hall, Wujing came back with the medicine, and sweat broke out on his forehead because he was too anxious.
Seeing the master playing with the silver ingot in his hand, Wujing shrank his eyelids and said helplessly: "Master, you are not talking nonsense, right?"
"A blessing to the husband and family, many children, a blessing, a phoenix girl..."
The old monk ignored Wujing and kept muttering something.
Wujing: “…”
The master is old, why does he have the same old problem again?
Alas, the master used to have evil intentions and cheated people out of their money. When he was old, he was punished by the Buddha. He only remembers the words he used to deceive people and has become confused!
"Take your medicine."
Wujing has been looking after the old master for several years, but he doesn't know who the unlucky guy is who has been tricked this time.
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