Chapter 8 Idiot
The old lady and Lu Xiang got off the carriage. Lu Xiang quietly looked at the curling green smoke rising from the huge incense burner on the square in front of him and listened to the long and distant bell sounds. His restless heart subconsciously calmed down.
"Amitabha, hello, Mr. Lu." A young monk put his hands together, walked quickly to the old lady and said, "We received your letter yesterday. The wing room has been arranged. Please come in."
"Thank you, little master." The old lady clasped her hands together and returned the greeting.
She was a frequent visitor to Hua'an Temple and the mother of the prefect. No one, from the abbot to the little monk who swept the temple, dared to neglect her.
Not to mention staying for ten days or half a month, even if you stay for half a year or a year, they have to make proper arrangements.
Hua'an Temple is very large, with a bamboo forest separating the front hall and the back yard.
The backyard is divided into two parts, one side is for male guests and the other side is for female guests.
The young monk led the old lady and Lu Xiang to an independent courtyard and then left.
Mother Wen and the maids took the gifts into the house and put them away one by one. She pointed to a room next to the old lady's bedroom and said to Yunzhe and Wuyue, "The third young lady lives in the room next to the old lady. You two go and pack it up."
"Okay, Mother Wen."
The old lady took Lu Xiang's hand and asked with a kind smile: "Xiangxiang, are you tired?"
Lu Xiang looked at the old lady's distressed look, treating her like a porcelain doll, and felt warm in his heart. The smile on his face was as sweet as candy: "I'm not tired, but grandma, you've been sitting in the carriage for so long, are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"
"Grandma, don't be tired. I'll go to the front hall to burn incense and chant scriptures. You can take a look around first." The old lady looked like "Oh, I'm so happy that my granddaughter cares about me."
Lu Xiang took the old lady's arm and said, "You can see the scenery anytime. I'll go with you, grandma."
The old lady was overjoyed again when she heard this.
The plaque "Daxiong Hall" hangs high on the mast of the main hall of Hua'an Temple. The tall Xumi pedestal is carved and built with white marble, which is crystal white. On the pedestal is a golden statue of Sakyamuni, with kind eyes and benevolent eyes, saving all living beings. On both sides of the wall are 18 exquisite gilded Arhat statues, each with a different expression.
Lu Xiang knelt in front of the Buddha statue, his eyes dazed.
Buddha is spiritual, right? You saw the fate of the believer who died unjustly in her previous life, so you allowed her to be reborn so that she can personally take revenge on those who harmed and bullied her.
There was too much hatred in her heart, corroding her flesh and blood all the time.
The Buddha's eyebrows were smiling, and his kind eyes seemed to comfort Lu Xiang: "Child, it is your blessing to have two lives. Don't commit the sin of killing again, or you will suffer the consequences."
But if she doesn't kill the Buddha, she will just wait to be killed.
If she were to live her life again, she would just want to pick up the butcher knife and kill all her enemies.
“Xiangxiang…Xiangxiang…”
The calling sound in my ear gradually became clearer as it came closer and closer.
Lu Xiang came back to his senses and turned to look at the old lady. The incense in his hand was already half burned.
"What are you thinking about? Why are you so absent-minded?" the old lady asked with a smile.
Lu Xiang pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Looking at the compassionate face of the Buddha, I was thinking about how many things I had done in the past to make my grandmother angry." She inserted the incense into the incense burner and kowtowed three times devoutly: "What does my grandmother want to tell me?"
"Don't let your imagination run wild, kid." The old lady touched Lu Xiang's head lovingly.
She was also afraid that her granddaughter would think too much and that her previous feelings of unfamiliarity and fear towards her would reappear, thus distancing herself from her.
After all, she loves this granddaughter who likes to be attached to her and is well-behaved and loves to smile.
"There is a chef in Hua'an Temple who is very good at making vegetarian food. Grandmother will take you to have a taste of it." The old lady pulled Lu Xiang up and said with a smile, "Even though he is just a chef in the temple, it is not easy to eat his food. You either rely on fate or make an appointment in advance. I asked Mother Wen to find out. Today, this chef is destined to be with us, and he happens to be the chef."
"OK."
"Especially his Jiuhua Buddha Light. Even though it's all vegetarian, even Duke Anguo praised it highly."
"Really? Even Duke Anguo came here because of his fame?" Lu Xiang was really surprised. She knew who Duke Anguo was, but she had never heard that the vegetarian food prepared by the chef of Hua'an Temple could be praised so highly.
After all, in her previous life, she only came to Hua'an Temple once at this time, and that was with Lu Mingzhu.
There would not have been a scene like today where her grandmother enthusiastically took her to eat vegetarian food.
"That's right." The old lady held Lu Xiang's hand and said with a smile: "That's why I said that this chef is destined to be with us today. He just happened to make this Jiuhua Buddha Light."
Lu Xiang licked his lips and quickened his pace: "Grandma, hurry up."
Delicious food should be eaten while it's hot.
In the back garden of the Lu Mansion, Aunt Yao hurriedly found Liu. Seeing the mother and daughter sitting in the pavilion with smiles on their faces and eating snacks comfortably, she rolled her eyes to the sky in anger.
"Liu He..."
When Liu heard the angry roar, she was so frightened that the cake got stuck in her throat. She drank a cup of tea and swallowed it with great difficulty. She looked at Aunt Yao with dissatisfaction: "Sister Yao, why are you so startled? You almost scared me to death."
Aunt Yao gnashed her teeth and said, "You seem to be so leisurely. The old lady has been in Huaning Temple for eight days. Are you indifferent?"
Liu recovered her breath and couldn't help but sneer after hearing this. She said, "Sister Yao, there's no need to hide anything between us. Why should I be anxious if the old lady doesn't come back?"
It would be better if the old woman died outside, so that no one could stop the master from making her his wife.
When the old lady was not at home, Liu lived an unprecedentedly comfortable life. She was favored by Lu Youping, and everyone in the mansion respected her so much that they regarded her as the mistress of the house.
"Idiot." Aunt Yao couldn't bear it anymore and cursed.
Liu's face darkened, and she stood up from the stool: "Are you crazy? Why are you scolding me?"
You are sick.
First he scared her, then he scolded her.
Bitch, when she becomes Madam Lu, she will be the first one to kick you out of the house.
Aunt Yao looked at the charming Liu in front of her, feeling unwilling and jealous.
Back then, she chose Liu and sent her to the master in order to cause trouble for the lady and alienate the relationship between her and the master.
She thought the master was just after her beauty and wanted something new, but she never expected that Liu He caught the master's attention and became the apple of his eye. He even went against the old lady's eye in his attempt to make her his legal wife.
The jealousy in Aunt Yao's heart grew wildly like a vine.
Obviously, she was not bad looking and had given birth to a son, but the master just didn't want to keep his eyes on her for long.
There is no favor, so now she can only hold on to Yao's chess piece tightly.
Fortunately, Liu was not smart enough, otherwise she would not dare to take advantage of such a woman easily.
Thinking of this, Aunt Yao was no longer so angry about Liu's stupidity.
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