[Chapter 175 Chapter 175 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (52)]
The carriages with the emblems of various prefectures flew towards Fulin Temple.
Zhang Wanqing wore a formal imperial robe, which made her look more graceful than her usual casual attire.
Before getting off the carriage, she held Yan Qing's hand, opened her mouth, and swallowed back the questions that were about to come out.
Finally, after stepping on the stool and landing, he gently patted the back of her hand and told her: "Fulin Temple is no different from other temples. You must follow me closely."
"Don't worry, mom." Yan Qing grinned obediently, showing a standard lady's smile.
Zhang Wanqing tapped her forehead and said, "The more you act like this, the more worried I will be."
Fighting bandits with wisdom, eliminating epidemics and providing disaster relief, and establishing a female household, is there anything this girl has done that is not shocking?
Fortunately, she is strong in spirit, otherwise she would be frightened sooner or later.
Yan Qing smiled and took her arm, his eyes flickering when he fell on the towering pagoda on the mountain.
How could she do it herself?
That's so dangerous.
Last month, she realized that there were more people secretly monitoring her, so she became much more restrained in her behavior.
But he didn’t stop opening shops and setting up factories.
Even if Chen Yanshu knew that she was using a tiger's skin to do business, he would not stop her, because he was happy to see her cause trouble for the Xie family.
Besides that, she did one more thing.
That is to "execute" Amei in public.
Chen Yanshu probably guessed that her spies had defected, so he sent someone else out of concern.
As an exposed secret agent, Ah Mei will face death.
Without waiting for Chen Yanshu to take action, Yan Qing stabbed her several times in public, and then ordered her to be fed a fake-death drug and thrown into a mass grave.
After someone approached and checked her breath to confirm that she was dead, An Shi brought her back who was in temporary shock.
After doing all this, Yan Qing left the handkerchief that he had used to wipe the blood on his hands to Chen Yanshu when Luo Mingyan summoned him to the palace for a heart-to-heart talk again.
She clearly expressed her dissatisfaction with the man planting spies around her.
Now, it is much more convenient for a "dead" person to do things.
It is the rainy season, and the sky is not sunny today, so it is not beautiful.
The wind blew the thin clouds, making the sky sometimes gloomy and sometimes bright.
In order to show their reverence for the gods and Buddhas, all the ladies took down the curtains that covered their bodies.
The graceful and beautiful young girls maintained a dignified demeanor, but couldn't help but look around carefully out of the corner of their eyes.
Just like a bird that has just left the nest, everything it sees is new to it.
Also being looked at with curiosity was Yan Qing, a woman who seemed different from the others in their eyes.
When she reached the top of the mountain and saw groups of young men, she realized that this so-called blessing day was actually a different kind of blind date event.
One of them was no stranger to her.
It was Xie Fengchun, the eldest son of the Xie family, who had had an argument with Xu Wenxuan on the street.
This kind of person who indulges in sensual pleasures and plays with young girls is a person who has committed all five vices, but he is actually considered a good son-in-law in the eyes of the ladies of various mansions.
It is a pity that the girls from aristocratic families are supported by their clans only for their value in marriage.
Normally, they are wrapped tightly and hidden in a high cabinet like precious treasures.
When it comes to the display phase, the red silk on their bodies is taken off.
Seeing Yan Qing looking at Xie Fengchun with disdain, Zhang Wanqing whispered, "Not only is the Xie family here, but the gay man from the Langxuanning family is here too."
"Well, there is also a eunuch."
Yan Qing blinked and asked curiously: "How does mother know so much?"
Zhang Wanqing's mouth twitched, and she rolled her eyes awkwardly and laughed dryly twice.
"In my opinion, no one here can compare to Xiao Han." She suddenly sighed and gave Yan Qing a look of disappointment.
Yan Qing pretended to be melancholy: "Mom brought me here, didn't she want me to pick another one from them?"
"Having Xiao Han is enough. What do we need these ugly girls for?" Zhang Wanqing called him Xiao Han all the time.
Yan Qing laughed and changed the subject, his eyes flickering between Xie Fengchun and Ning Jiazi.
Thinking about whether it is better to kill one or two.
After everyone donated the incense money, they were taken to the vegetarian room at the back of the temple.
They must observe vegetarian diet for three days in the temple and copy Buddhist scriptures to show their sincerity.
That being said, in reality it was giving the young man from an aristocratic family and the young lady a chance to meet each other.
The next day, when she was about to leave her room, Zhang Wanqing caught her and took her to the largest Buddhist temple: "It will be time to draw lots soon, don't run around."
Master Liaochen of Fulin Temple is over a hundred years old and is an accomplished monk respected by everyone in Dayan.
This time, the lottery draws the opportunity to meet him.
Zhang Wanqing was a little nervous. She twirled the Buddhist beads on her wrist, clasped her hands together and whispered softly, "Gods and Buddhas above, please bless me to win the lottery."
Yan Qing knew that she was worried about her father and brother, and was eager to see the master to tell their fortune.
In about a month, it will be the turning point in the plot where the father and son will be killed in Xianhuang Valley.
"Mom, don't worry. I have already written to Dad and eldest brother in advance." She took Zhang Wanqing's arm and whispered to comfort her.
Zhang Wanqing looked a little more relaxed, but still a little absent-minded.
Master Liaochen draws one lot a day. His energy is limited, so he only meets one person a day within three days.
Yan Qing won the lottery on the second day. He wanted to give the lottery ticket to Zhang Wanqing so that she could enter the Zen room, but he was told that only the winner of the lottery could go.
"Don't worry, mother. I will go and ask for a fortune for father and elder brother right away." She said to Zhang Wanqing.
She doesn't believe in gods or Buddhas, she only believes in herself.
But if it can make my mother feel at ease, there is nothing wrong with letting him tell my fortune.
For her, even a bad fortune is considered good luck.
Push open the wooden door of the Zen room, and you can smell the faint scent of sandalwood as you step over the threshold.
The very old monk sat cross-legged on a cushion, his long eyebrows curled to the corners of his eyes, and his long white beard tied into a bun hung down between his crossed legs.
"I have finally waited for Donor Yan to come here." Lechen opened his eyes, his dark pupils exuding a clarity that was inconsistent with his age.
Yan Qing curled his lips: "As expected of a master, you can actually predict that this junior will win."
It seems that the reason why she got this spot was all thanks to his behind-the-scenes manipulation.
Putting the lottery ticket in her hand on the table, she nodded slightly: "I'm all ears."
There was no trace of admiration in his eyes, only blatant inquiry.
Liaochen smiled softly and said, "Since you do not believe in Buddha, there is no need to interpret this fortune."
"Since we're here, we can't go back empty-handed." Yan Qing sat on the futon opposite him.
Liaochen stroked his beard and said, "Of course."
Without saying anything more, he took out a jade pendant of fine quality from his bosom and placed it next to the fortune slip.
"All appearances are false. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, then you will see the Tathagata." He put his hands together, "Amitabha, benefactor, take care."
After saying this, Yan Qing felt as if all his spirit had dissipated, leaving only a frail body.
"Thank you, Master." She calmed down the distracted look on her face and picked up the jade pendant on the table.
A warm current seemed to flow through her touch when she touched the mutton-fat-white jade ring. Her eyes were inexplicably dazzled, and she actually saw a weak residual soul emerging from the jade pendant.
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