Jingchen carefully looked at Ren Yaoqi's face again and nodded, "Then it's not a physical discomfort. I'll prescribe a prescription for you to calm your nerves later. You can take it or not." The old monk sighed softly, "Life is only a few decades long. If you worry about everything, you will be troubled by everything."
"So it's all right?" Li didn't notice the old monk's sigh and asked worriedly, "Do you need any ritual to get rid of the bad energy?"
Master Jingchen shook his head and said with a chuckle, "If you're worried, just recite the Diamond Sutra once a day before bed."
Because Master Jingchen had a good reputation, Li felt a little relieved.
Then the old monk started talking about Buddhist scriptures with Li. Knowing that Ren Yaoqi was not interested in these, Li asked Ren Yaoqi to go and rest first.
Ren Yaoqi was looking for an opportunity to do his own thing, so he came out very happily.
Just when they were not far from the main hall of the Bailong Temple, Ren Yaoqi suddenly saw Yuan Dayong's figure flash by.
Ren Yaoqi thought about it and then walked out.
"Sister, aren't you going back to rest? Where are you going?" asked the mother-in-law behind her.
As Ren Yaoqi walked slowly forward, he casually said, "I'm going to the Fu bell on the single-arch bridge outside. I think it will bring good luck if I can hit it."
When the old women heard this, they thought Ren Yaoqi was just joking and wanted to ring the bell, so they didn't say anything.
It was not far from the Main Hall to the Single-Arch Bridge. When Ren Yaoqi approached, he found that there were many people gathered around the bridge, and many of them were clapping and cheering. It was very lively.
When he was still about five or six feet away, Ren Yaoqi heard the sound of bells ringing "clang", "clang", and "clang", one after another and with great force.
"Huh? Who's so powerful?" Mulberry asked, "I've never hit that bell before."
A woman said disapprovingly, "This is a temple bell, not a street performer! Whose child is so naughty?"
Ren Yaoqi stopped and listened for a while, then shook his head.
This guy not only has good eyesight, but also has a good control of strength. He doesn't look like some naughty kid. I'm afraid he is a martial artist.
"Sister, are we still going over there?" the old woman asked.
Ren Yaoqi shook her head: "Forget it, I'll go next time." She didn't want to cause any trouble, nor was she that curious.
Just as I was planning to go around it from another road, I saw a monk leading an old monk coming this way.
The monk talked with the old monk as they walked. The old monk was about fifty years old and looked very leisurely and calm.
As they got closer, Ren Yaoqi heard the monk say, "...The princess has been knocking on the door for half an hour now. The pilgrims are all gathered there to watch the fun. Even the donors from outside are stuck there and can't get in. Can you go and see if you can persuade her? If that doesn't work, we'll have to ask Second Young Master Xiao to come forward..."
"Don't worry, don't worry. The princess is not an unreasonable person. If you talk to her nicely, she will listen." The old monk said calmly.
Ren Yaoqi's heart moved.
Princess? In all of Yanbei, the only person who could be called a princess was the daughter of the King of Yanbei. Furthermore, the monk mentioned the second son of the Xiao family. Could it be that the person ringing the bell was Xiao Jinglin, the Princess of the Yanbei Palace?
She had heard that this princess preferred military uniform to makeup. She spent most of the year not at the Yanbei Palace, but guarding Jiajing Pass with the Yanbei King's household guards.
Ren Yaoqi had never seen this princess in his previous life, but he had heard that the court wanted to marry her to the youngest son of Duke Zheng, but she flatly refused in the end.
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