Chapter 45 Cold Shower
Inside the Zen room, the water reflected on the wooden boards of the roof, and the water ripples.
Rong Jianxue immersed herself in the ice-cold bathtub and closed her eyes.
Inexplicably, he thought of the cold spring again.
The moonlight was lonely, and the bright water poured into the cold pond.
The light and shadow were mottled, she bit her lip slightly, and tears were in her eyes.
…
“Crash—”
Rong Jianxue suddenly stood up from the bathtub!
The waterfall-like black hair pressed against his back. Rong Jianxue lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the swaying water in the bathtub, his thin lips tightly pursed, his eyes dim.
He was scented with jasmine.
No matter how long he soaked in the tub, the stains could not be washed off.
It felt like a layer of boiling magma was attached to the body.
Wherever she touched or touched, there was the fragrance of flowers.
The water droplets on his hair dripped down his face. Rong Jianxue's eyes were cold and serious, and his slender joints tightened.
Rong Jianxue does not care about desires.
But he was used to the scent of wood, agarwood, and even the incense in temples, but rarely came into contact with the almost irritating scent of flowers.
After his throat rolled a few times, Rong Jianxue closed his eyes again and immersed himself in the wooden barrel again.
"Young Master?"
There was a knock on the door from Jiang Hui.
Rong Jianxue closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and did not respond.
Jiang Hui continued, "Master, you've been soaking in the water for half an hour. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Outside the door, Jiang Hui sighed as he spoke, "It's been really hot these past few days. Even someone as heat-tolerant as you has to take a cold shower."
Rong Jianxue pursed her lips and said coldly, "Shut up."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Hui tactfully stopped talking about this topic.
Scratching his head, as if remembering something, Jiang Hui spoke again, "Master, you haven't gone to the main hall to burn incense tonight. Do you need my help?"
"No need," Rong Jianxue finally opened her eyes after reciting the Pure Tranquility Sutra several times in her mind, her voice becoming calmer. "You go and press those scriptures to the underground palace of the pagoda. I'll go light the incense."
"yes."
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Outside the main hall of Randeng Temple, under the Eternal Life Tree.
Rong Jianxue changed into new clothes and saw her again when she was standing in the distance.
The woman also changed her dress.
She held a stack of scriptures in her hands, standing devoutly and gently under the tree of immortality, looking up slightly at the red rope swaying high in the sky.
The night wind blew through the hanging wooden barrels of scriptures, making a low whimpering sound, as if the scriptures were being recited.
She stood under the tree, closed her eyes slightly, clasped her hands together, and said something.
There was a hint of a smile on her lips, but when she closed her eyes, tears streamed down her cheeks.
The voice was soft and gentle, like the whispers of a married couple of years, and even the night wind could not carry the sound away.
Rong Jianxue narrowed her eyes slightly, her cold eyes seemed to be soaked in frost, exuding a bit of chill.
——She loves her husband very much.
The Buddhist beads in his sleeves flipped quickly, but Rong Jianxue stood where he was and did not move forward.
She seemed to have endless things to say to that person.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally opened her watery eyes, rolled up all the scriptures into a wooden tube, tied a red silk thread, and prepared to hang it on the tree of immortality.
It was still the same immortal tree, and she was still so delicate and thin.
——She couldn’t reach the branches of the tree of immortality.
For some reason, when thinking of this, Rong Jianxue's lips tightened and even slightly raised a little.
She stood under the towering ancient tree, as small as a speck of dust in the world.
Rong Jianxue stroked the intricate Sanskrit characters on the Buddhist beads, standing tall and straight, motionless.
She should cry.
He thought so.
The speed of twisting the Buddhist beads increased. Rong Jianxue stood in the distance, not knowing what he was expecting.
——Perhaps, he was waiting for his guess to happen.
However, the opposite happened.
The woman still couldn't reach the branches of the tree.
But she did not insist. She glanced at the young monks who were chanting in the main hall, then walked forward holding the wooden tube.
I don’t know what she said to the novice monk. She pointed to the immortal tree outside and then to the wooden tube in her hand.
The monk understood and followed her out of the hall. He tiptoed gently and pressed down a branch.
She tied the silk rope successfully and turned to express her gratitude to the young monk.
The monk put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then went back to the hall to chant scriptures and praise Buddha.
Rong Jianxue pursed her lips, a hint of emotion flashing in her eyes.
So, we don't have to turn to him for help.
But that time, there was no one in the hall. He saw it, walked over, and happened to help her press down the branch.
Even if it wasn't him, there would be someone to help her press down the branches of the immortal tree and tie the wooden tube to the branches.
——It’s not a big deal.
Rong Jianxue stared with a cold and solemn look.
In the distance, Pei Jingxu hung up the wooden barrel and when he turned around, he saw the man standing in the night.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Pei Jingxu smiled at him and bowed slightly: "Sir, why are you still awake?"
The action of twisting the Buddhist beads stopped.
Rong Jianxue was tall and slender, and said calmly, "Come and light some incense."
Upon hearing this, Pei Jingxu asked softly, "Is it...burned for Erlang?"
Rong Jianxue lowered his eyes to look at her, and after a while, he nodded with dignity.
She spoke cautiously, "Then... can Ah Xu watch you burn incense?"
After a pause, Pei Jingxu said softly, "I, I want to spend more time with him. I won't disturb the adults."
Loyal and faithful.
For some reason, Rong Jianxue thought of this word in her mind.
He hummed the words over in his mouth, a hint of playful coldness in his voice.
"random."
He nodded at her without any emotion and walked into the main hall.
Pei Jingxu was delighted and followed the man into the room.
He took a stick of incense from the table beside him, held it in his hand, and walked to the incense table in the center of the main hall.
After lighting the incense, Rong Jianxue closed his eyes slightly and recited a few words.
Then he opened his eyes, took a few steps forward, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.
After doing all this, Rong Jianxue looked at Pei Jingxu beside him.
The woman clasped her hands together, looked up at the majestic and solemn golden Buddha statue, and muttered something softly, as if praying for the protection of the gods and Buddhas.
Only after she finished did Rong Jianxue walk out of the main hall with her.
On the way back to the Zen room.
Rong Jianxue spoke slowly: "What did you say to Xuanzhou?"
Pei Jingxu's eyes were gentle. "I told Erlang that I'm doing very well now. My Lord takes care of me in every way. He is the best person in the world."
Rong Jianxue chuckled when he heard this, but he didn't ask whether it was true or not.
"Sir, can Ah Xu ask you a question?" The woman beside him said in a soft and gentle voice.
Rong Jianxue nodded and waited for her next words.
She glanced at him and asked casually, "Sir, do you think Erlang is still alive?"
When she said this, her expression was serious and her eyes were clear, as if she really wanted to know the answer.
"After all, although the army announced his death, they didn't find his body. They only said he fell off a cliff. Could it be... that this was just a military deception?"
Rong Jianxue gazed slightly and looked at her.
"How much do you like him?"
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