Chapter 111: Master of No Bitterness (Part 2)
After the small meeting on the Wuwei Building ended, Guan Zhiyu's "congratulations" rang in Si Li's ears. She knew exactly what he was congratulating her for, but when she really thought of that person, the sadness in her heart lingered, making her unable to fall asleep in the middle of the night.
Si Li opened the system aimlessly. After reaching level 3, the recipes in the system mall were more like a reference system for her. The successful tomato pot confirmed her hunch that with a little trial and inspiration, she could make dishes that were just as good. Although it was not as addictive as the recipes modified by the system, it was sufficient to use from a novel perspective.
The long-unopened tasting module caught her eye. Rousong Xiaobei's rating was B+, a not-unexpected grade. The note on the upper right corner swayed as if there was a breeze. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the exquisite modeling of the tasting interface was a little dull.
"A common man? A saint?"
Si Li was stunned for a moment before she remembered the contents of the note she had written earlier, and she realized why the modeling was so dull: Wouldn't it consume energy if it was used to answer such a conversation?
She certainly couldn't be called a saint. She couldn't even figure out her own little love affairs, so how could she praise others? However, after being interrupted like this, Si Li quickly became sleepy.
The next morning, Si Li had just gotten up and was about to continue making the honey lemon sauce that she had finished halfway through yesterday when she saw Xiao Que, who had class in half an hour, lying on the table, writing with a charcoal pencil, stroke by stroke, very seriously. She walked over to take a closer look.
"…It's not about morning and night."
Well, it was her thought of writing poetry yesterday that caused all this trouble. Daning already had this famous love poem, but the lingering words were written by Xiao Que with great force, showing the momentum of "I will kill you if you don't join me", which made Si Li's head hurt.
"Xiao Que, go to class quickly. This time, please ask Liu Wuling and the others if they want to help with copying the poems." Si Li thought for a moment and found a suitable excuse to send Xiao Que away.
Her handwriting is actually about the same as Xiao Que's. There are not many capable people under her who can read, and the new guy learned his handwriting from Xiao Que. She can't be relied on at all, so it's better to outsource it.
Xiao Que received the instruction and went out to attend the class happily. Si Li went back to the kitchen and found that Ah Xiang and Ah Zhuang had already processed the remaining lemons from yesterday. Seeing Si Li staring at them, Ah Xiang blushed nervously, "Boss, is it, is it wrong?"
"……fine."
The garden party was only a few days away, and the system had no new tasks but no lack of achievement points. Si Li planned to make a new appearance at the garden party, and was too lazy to continue to work for the next two days, so she didn't ask Wang Ting to hang up the menu. After a round of inspection, she also went to the next door to see the shopkeeper Tang who was enthusiastically doing research and development with a new idea. Si Li suddenly found that she was the only one among all the busy people who had nothing to do.
Ah Quan and Wang Ting were in charge of the front and back affairs, Ah Xiang, Ah Zhuang and Ah Zhu were in the kitchen, and Ah Sheng was busy running errands with a few new teenagers. It was the exact scene of a black-hearted boss exploiting child labor.
What a sin, what a sin! Si Li took out the manuscript that Jiang Rufei had given her before, and happily prepared to start slacking off.
"Your Highness?!"
"The Lord of Le'an wants to deliver ten cups of milk tea to Guangji Temple. Who is willing to go there——!"
The simultaneous screams from the front hall and from the shopkeeper Tang next door made Si Li sit up with a start, and she quickly ran into the dessert shop next door.
Shopkeeper Tang saw Si Li, who had just been here, coming back again, and looked very confused, "Boss, what is going on..."
"Where's the donkey cart?" Si Li first started looking for a means of transportation. Seeing that Tang the shopkeeper looked confused, she said righteously, "Everyone is busy, so what if I go there to run errands and deliver takeout? If there's no donkey cart, I can just ride one."
Riding the newly bought donkey that pushed the tofu grinding wheel, Si Li supported the small wooden barrel with five cups on the donkey, wrapped in a veil, and walked out of the door. Shopkeeper Tang scratched his head, and after smelling a burnt smell, he didn't have time to think about what happened, and hurried to save his pot of milk tea for trial.
"Hey, Uncle Tang, aren't you delivering milk tea?" Not long after Si Li left, Ah Quan poked his head out of the open door of the dessert shop.
Shopkeeper Tang saw that he was smiling very sincerely. In order to avoid the previous incident of taking over work to take care of patients, he deliberately shouted with full energy, "Xiao Quan, the boss said that he is free, so he went to deliver the takeaway food!"
Even Jiang Hengyun, who had just opened the door curtain to the residents, could hear the loud voice clearly.
Wang Ting was in a dilemma. "Your Highness, look, the shopkeeper is really not here."
Jiang Hengyun curled his lips and retreated to the front hall, "Prepare the horses, and go to Guangji Temple."
The Imperial Guards, who had just stopped, became busy again.
The little donkey looked useless, but it was actually quite fast. It was hooked by a piece of chopped radish that Si Li hung in front of it. Before Si Li could even finish her nap, it saw the gate of Guangji Temple.
There was a maid guarding the gate of Guangji Temple, looking up and waiting for someone to come down the mountain. It happened to be a familiar face that Si Li had seen before in the Prince of Yue's Mansion. When Si Li lifted the veil and stepped forward to ask, she was startled, "Why are you here?!"
"I opened the store, how come it's not me?" Si Li asked in surprise, "Do you want me to help carry it in?"
"Thank you, Miss Si." The maid breathed a sigh of relief, and the sadness on the two wooden barrels' faces faded a little. At her signal, the monk in charge of reception at Guangji Temple led the donkey away, and Si Li stuffed the radish that had been hanging all the way into the donkey's mouth.
Si Li had not yet visited Guangji Temple. She and her maid, each carrying a wooden bucket, walked inside, looking at the main hall and various ancient scenes with interest along the way. The maid was preoccupied and did not notice her delay. After turning around and around to the back of the temple, the number of tourists visibly decreased, and it was no longer the scene that had appeared in the original owner's memory. In front of them was a row of courtyards, and the sound of singing could be heard faintly.
The maid stopped walking, took out her purse and counted out the silver for Si Li, "Here, the extra five taels are the travel expenses given by the princess. After we get down the mountain, the wooden barrel will be sent back to Wanglaiju. Thank you Miss Si for your help."
Seeing that she didn't want anyone to enter, Si Li didn't bother to cause trouble. She handed over the money and the goods. Thinking of the man who had just come in, she decided to walk around the temple a few more times before leaving.
The maid entered the courtyard without closing the door, allowing Si Li, who was passing by, to see the scene inside. Sitting under the tree was Princess Le'an, and the men who were kneeling in a circle and reciting poems and painting each had their own desirable looks. One of them was somewhat similar to the portrait of Du Wenshan that Si Tang had bought home to "add literary style". Si Li silently envied Princess Le'an's carefreeness for a moment, then retracted her gaze.
Guangji Temple covers a large area. After walking for a while, Si Li got tired of the pines and cypresses and wandered around the various palaces. The bronze bells under the eaves were occasionally rang by the breeze, mixed with the faint sounds of wooden fish, which gradually calmed people's minds.
No wonder people often pray to Buddha for peace.
As soon as the thought came to her mind, Si Li saw an old monk sitting cross-legged under a tree nearby. His long white eyebrows drooped, and the corners of his eyes and lips curled up as he closed his eyes and chanted, vividly explaining what "kind eyes" meant. Si Li did not believe in Buddhism, but seeing the old man so pious, she unconsciously walked past him with light steps.
Unexpectedly, just as he walked in front of the monk, the old man suddenly spoke, "Amitabha, poor monks are not suffering, because they have a connection with the donors."
Si Li turned her head and saw that the old monk had opened his eyes. His clear and transparent eyes did not look like those of a man of his age. Instead, they looked like those of a child who had not experienced the world, as if reflecting everything in people's hearts.
She had some impression of this name. When she first crossed over here, the vegetarian diet of Master Buku at Guangji Temple was praised by everyone. She didn't expect that he didn't seem to study the desire for food, but seemed like a master who was detached from the world.
"I've met Master Bu Ku." Si Li stopped bowing. She respected other people's beliefs and was willing to listen to what the old man wanted to say.
When Master Buku smiled, Si Li was reminded of Maitreya Buddha in the palace. "The donor is blessed with good fortune, and can turn adversity into good fortune. His kindness remains intact. Since you have a connection with the Buddha, would you like to join the Buddhist sect and listen to the sutras?"
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Si Li didn't understand the connection between his two sentences, and smiled, "I am sorry to bother you, Master, as I cannot let go of the mundane affairs."
Just as she was about to add a few more words to describe the situation and see if she could develop the Guangji Temple order, Si Li saw a familiar robe appear behind a column on one side. The alarm sounded instantly, and Si Li walked in the opposite direction without even looking back.
What the hell, how can I run into the prince even in Guangji Temple? !
Si Li walked a dozen steps and made sure that Master Bu Ku could not see her from that angle, then she patted her ears which were a little hot and stopped. In fact, she didn't know why she wanted to avoid him, but what could she say when they met? It was really too embarrassing.
Since Jiang Shizhi came to Guangji Temple, it was time for her to go back.
He thought so, but when he heard the Buddhist chanting behind him and then the words "It's a connection with the donor", Si Li's feet seemed to have taken root and he could no longer move.
The girl's fleeing figure appeared in Jiang Hengyun's eyes like a little rabbit, he thought.
"If I have a connection with Buddha, and the master has personally pronounced that 'the murderous aura cannot be concealed, and all relatives will be punished', I am afraid I can only be an Asura." Jiang Hengyun looked down at the old monk and laughed sarcastically.
When this sentence came out, Si Li's eyes widened, and she finally remembered what she had said to Xiao Qi about the prince. How difficult it must have been for a child who had been sentenced to death since birth, was pushed away by his father, and lost his mother at a young age to grow up, to be so friendly to his siblings and gentle to those around him? She listened to Jiang Hengyun's cold voice, feeling uncomfortable in her heart, and quietly stretched her head to take a look not far away.
The young man seemed thinner than the last time I saw him. He was covered with a cloak and his belt was so tight that it looked like he could be broken with one hand.
Is it because of her escape?
Master Bu Ku still smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, "Even if there is danger, it can be turned into good fortune. Now that the real dragon has returned to the Jade Universe, it will naturally break the fate of killing. For Your Highness, this is a good thing."
Si Li was a little confused by the two "good lucks" that happened in such a short period of time. It couldn't be that he was originally a killer, and things turned out well after he met her? And where did the idea of a real dragon come from?
I knew that these fortune-telling by ghosts and gods were all nonsense and misleading. This old man is very evil!
"Li Li?" The young man's smiling voice came from not far away. The two words seemed to have some magic, as if they were held on the tip of the tongue and savored for a long time, before rolling down with tenderness and lingering, hitting the heart, making it a little itchy.
Wait! Si Li was startled and realized that she was caught red-handed while peeking around.
“Ha, haha…” Si Ligan stepped back with a smile, “Fortune telling, just listen. You guys chat, you guys chat…”
Jiang Hengyun did not chase after him. He stood there with his hands clenched into fists and suppressed a low laugh.
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Asura in Buddhism is irritable, belligerent, brave and good at fighting, roughly equivalent to the God of War. This is a contradiction in the prince's sarcasm towards the monk.