Chapter 80: Our Lady
"As long as we show a little kindness, everyone can become a living Bodhisattva."
Beside a pond in Anguo Temple, the former crown prince, now Master Wu Nian, said calmly.
"You can't accomplish anything big with your skills."
Han Ruixiang, who was standing in front of him, blushed.
"My Lord, I was too naive. I thought I could win people's hearts with a little trick. I forgot that people's hearts are fickle. If I can win them over today, someone else can win them over tomorrow."
"Do you know how to make someone fall in love with you?"
Han Ruixiang shook her head.
Wu Nian raised his right foot and kicked her in the waist and abdomen unexpectedly. She flew backwards and fell into the pool.
The cold pool water quickly submerged her.
She was terrified and moved her hands around.
"Master, this subordinate... gurgle... this subordinate can't swim..."
Wu Nian stood on the shore, looking at her quietly without any movement.
She continued to sink, feeling extremely terrified.
Is the Lord going to kill her?
She is not doing her job well, so it is normal for her master to dislike her, but can you give her another chance? She doesn't want to die yet!
The air in my lungs gradually disappeared, but the master still did not lend a helping hand.
Despair welled up in my heart.
Am I going to die now? I really can't accept this.
How could she die here when she has not yet left her name in history?
Help!
Who come to save her!
As long as she can survive, she is willing to do anything!
When she was on the verge of death, a big hand fell from the sky, grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the pond.
She leaned over the guardrail, spit out the cold water in her stomach, and breathed in big gulps of fresh air.
There has never been a moment when I felt that being able to breathe was so wonderful.
Wu Nian's voice came from above: "Do you know the answer now?"
She nodded vigorously.
"I understand!"
First put it to death, then give it a chance to live, and only then can you do whatever you want with the power of life and death.
"I understand." Wu Nian said calmly, "From now on, do as I say. Don't play those noble lady tricks of yours."
She responded respectfully.
Wu Nian asked her to change her clothes first, and then in the monk's room, he told her the whole plan. Finally, he said, "I have arranged an assistant for you. That person will come to the Marquis' Mansion to look for you tonight. Please remind the doorman to let him in."
"good."
"Work hard and don't let me down."
"Yes, my lord."
After returning home from Anguo Temple, she instructed the doorman: "If anyone comes looking for me at night, bring them to my courtyard."
The concierge said respectfully, "Okay, Third Miss."
She waited until midnight before she saw anyone.
She was a woman dressed in black with a mask covering her face.
The woman asked her to send everyone away, then took off her mask, revealing a familiar face.
"Ning Fengluan?" she asked in surprise, "Weren't you exiled?"
"My Lord, you helped me arrange a death escape halfway through the journey," Ning Fengluan replied, "From now on I will follow you. You can command me at will."
Her face no longer had the arrogance of the past. She became silent and cold, like a stone with its edges worn off.
Han Ruixiang looked at the scar on her forehead and guessed that she must have suffered a lot.
"Okay, you'll help me from now on. The two of us, one civil and one martial, will definitely be able to join forces and create a precedent."
Ning Fengluan nodded slightly.
The next morning, Han Ruixiang took Ning Fengluan and several maids out of the city to the Han family temple for meditation.
Feng Qingsui was slightly surprised when he learned about this.
There were a bunch of disaster victims waiting in line at the Rongchang Marquis Mansion's porridge stand, waiting for their portraits. How could Han Ruixiang, this "living Bodhisattva", just abandon them without saying a word?
It's too anticlimactic.
She suspected that the prince had made new arrangements for Han Ruixiang, so she ordered Wuhua: "Go to the Han family temple and keep an eye on it to see if Han Ruixiang is practicing in seclusion there."
Wuhua took the order and left.
Two days later, he replied to her, "Miss Han San stays indoors every day, either reading or picking up Buddha beans."
"No painting?"
"No."
Feng Qingsui asked her to look again: "Look carefully and see if it is Han Ruixiang in the room."
Not long after, Wuhua came back from the investigation and said with a stern face: "The one in the room is not Han San, but a substitute."
This stand-in looked very similar to Han San, and was dressed exactly like Han San, and actually deceived her.
Feng Qingsui fell into deep thought.
Han Ruixiang went to the ancestral temple with great fanfare and had a substitute there, obviously hoping that others would think she was there.
That is to say, she will not appear in the capital.
Then where did she go?
She couldn't find Han Ruixiang's whereabouts for a while, so she had to put it aside for the time being and continue to provide porridge and see patients, doing her best to help.
The snowstorm came suddenly and caused huge losses, but the court provided timely and effective disaster relief, and the affected people quickly returned to normal life.
Gujing Village in the eastern suburbs of Beijing was the first village to be restored.
However, after the rescue officers and soldiers left, the villagers had no time to be happy about their newly renovated houses before they started having stomachaches one after another.
I thought it was just normal diarrhea and it would be gone in a day or two.
Unexpectedly, the disease became more and more serious, and several frail elderly people and children died.
Panic began to spread in the village.
"We're not going to get sick, are we?"
"Don't scare me! If there's an epidemic, they'll seal off the village and burn everyone! Then we'll all die!"
"The whole village has the same disease. If it's not an epidemic, what is it?"
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The village doctor was helpless, and they did not dare to look for doctors in other villages or towns - if they were diagnosed with an epidemic, they would definitely report it to the government, and then they would not be able to escape.
But the disease is getting worse day by day. Are they just waiting to die?
Just when the whole village was dying, a group of people suddenly came to the village.
The leader was a beautiful woman with a red mole between her eyebrows. She was wearing a plain gauze dress and looked like a fairy. Standing beside her was a young woman holding a long whip, dressed in tight clothes, and looking heroic.
The two of them were followed by six pretty maids and six tall guards.
You can tell he's not an ordinary person.
"Who are you?"
The village chief asked weakly, supporting himself with a crutch in one hand and holding his stomach with the other.
"We were passing by here and saw a dark aura hanging over your village. We thought something bad must have happened, so we came to investigate."
The immortal-looking woman said.
The village chief was filled with panic.
Could it be that these people could tell there was an epidemic here?
If they go to the authorities...
The next moment, the woman said, "You are infected with evil spirits. If you don't get rid of them soon, I'm afraid you won't live long."
The village chief suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"We are not sick, but the work of evil spirits?"
The woman nodded.
The village chief fell to his knees with a plop.
"Please show mercy and help us!"
The woman said calmly, "It's better to rely on yourself than on others. If your hearts are sincere enough, the Holy Mother will naturally send down nectar for you and drive away the evil spirits."
The village chief was bewildered: "The Holy Mother refers to..."
The woman stood aside, revealing a jade statue held in the hands of a maid behind her.
"This is the Holy Mother of our Ruifeng Society. Believe in the Holy Mother and you will find peace."
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