"Madam, are you no longer listening to the old lady?!"
Just then, someone knocked on the courtyard door.
Luo Chaoxi said, "I have an appointment with the monks at the temple to give a sermon at this time. You should go back first. I will return home after I finish praying. Don't be so anxious, it's not like you're up to something bad."
"Huaping, go open the door."
Granny Wang was startled and dared not offer any more advice, lest the lady notice something amiss.
Wang Pozi returned home unwillingly. Just before leaving, she saw a man in a monk's robe with long hair at the gate of the courtyard and was stunned for a moment. There were monks in this temple who did not shave their heads.
When Luo Chaoxi saw the monk who walked in, a look of surprise appeared on her face. "Master Jingye, what are you doing here?"
The man was wearing the same monk's robe as the night before, his black hair was tied up with a cloth strip, and he had handsome features. He was also holding a scripture in his hand.
Murong Ling waved the scriptures and stepped in. "The abbot asked me to give you a sermon."
Actually, that's not the case. He hadn't officially become a monk yet, and his status was extremely high. How could the abbot possibly arrange for him to give sermons to the worshippers? He found the abbot himself and accepted the job of giving sermons to her.
The abbot dared not refuse, so he let him come.
Luo Chaoxi's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as she ordered Hua Ping to serve tea.
Murong Ling sat down in the seat closest to Luo Chaoxi, and once again smelled the faint fragrance. After she left today, the headache that had been bothering him for most of the day had eased considerably.
There was still a dull ache, perhaps because I wasn't close enough. If I could touch her skin, would the pain disappear completely?
Murong Ling stared intently at the woman who was looking down at the scriptures, his eyes gradually dimming.
"Where do you want to hear from?"
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