Chapter 147 "How about, Xiaoyu, guess..."
Song Linsheng was stunned, as if he didn't expect Wen Yu to be so determined.
After a moment of shock, Song Linsheng quickly calmed down and responded in a gentle voice, "Okay, I'll follow Xiaoyu's instructions."
Xiaoyu told him to go east, but he would never go west.
Xiaoyu said she wanted to eat fish, so he would never catch a chicken.
As long as Xiaoyu said something, no matter what it was, he would just agree to it. If he had it, he would give it to her. If he didn't have it, he would try to find it.
Wen Yu didn't know why, but Song Linsheng's immediate agreement was exactly what she wanted.
But her cheeks suddenly felt hot, almost burning.
Wen Yu turned her eyes away, not looking at Song Linsheng. She hurriedly responded, "Okay, let's go up the mountain."
After saying this, without waiting for Song Linsheng's reply, she rushed down the stone steps, holding up the hem of her skirt, and ran straight towards the path leading up the mountain.
Song Linsheng, who was stunned for a moment before scrambling to catch up, hurriedly warned, "Xiaoyu, slow down and watch your step."
Xiyan stared blankly at Madam Wen and the Young Master running at full speed on the mountain path, one after the other, and couldn't help but raise his sleeve to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.
He quickly put the bamboo tube in his pocket, slung his simple bag over his shoulder, and followed, "Master—Madam Wen—wait for me."
As the sun gets darker, the late spring mountains gradually wake up.
Birds are singing in the quiet mountains, green waves are surging, and from time to time the wind blows through the forest, lifting the corners of Wen Yu's thin clothes.
Wen Yu, Song Linsheng and the other two went to wash the inkstone, walking back and forth on the winding bluestone mountain road. From a distance, their figures looked like beans, and from close up, their clothes fluttered.
The three of them would chat a few words from time to time, and the sound of their light laughter could be heard far away in the quiet mountains.
Suddenly, Wen Yu paused and stopped on the stone steps without any warning.
Song Linsheng was two steps behind her, so he took advantage of this opportunity to catch up and stand shoulder to shoulder with Wen Yu. He asked softly, "Xiaoyu, do you want to rest for a while?"
Unexpectedly, Wen Yu frowned, remained silent and did not answer, just staring at the inkstone behind him.
Song Linsheng was puzzled and followed Wen Yu's gaze.
Xiyan was lying on the stone steps, panting.
"Xiaoyu?" Song Linsheng called again.
He was answered by silence again.
Seeing that the young master and Miss Wen stopped, Xiyan gathered all his strength and took three stone steps at a time, finally catching up with them.
"Master, Madam Wen, you finally stopped to wait for me." Xi Yan tightened his bundle and wiped his sweat casually. "I was so worried behind you."
Song Linsheng pursed his lips and smiled faintly. Seeing Xiyan panting, he was really no match for Xiaoyu.
But when he turned around and looked at Wen Yu, the smile on his lips gradually froze and then disappeared.
For some reason, Xiaoyu didn't have the usual joking and playful look on her face as she did with Xiyan. Instead, she looked very serious.
Seeing Wen Yu's increasingly furrowed brows and drooping eyes, Song Linsheng couldn't help but ask with concern, "Xiao Yu? Are you feeling unwell?"
Maybe I was walking too fast just now and I got out of breath for a moment.
Wen Yu held his breath, concentrating his attention, listening intently with both ears.
It seemed that there was no sound at all.
Did she hear it wrong?
Wen Yu shook his head and replied to Song Linsheng, "It's nothing. Let's continue up the mountain."
Song Linsheng tilted his head slightly in confusion. He could clearly see the worry between Xiaoyu's brows. How could she be okay?
But he didn't hold on to it.
Since Xiaoyu wants to go up the mountain to burn incense, they should go and come back quickly so that they can return to the mansion earlier and hire a doctor for Xiaoyu.
"Okay." Song Linsheng nodded in agreement, "Then let's go."
But this time, Wen Yu suddenly grabbed Song Linsheng's sleeve, raised her chin towards Xi Yan, and said, "Xi Yan, I'll let you go ahead this time."
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and watched Wen Yu's white fingertips slip out from his sleeves and pinch his robe, without asking any questions.
Since Xiaoyu said so, she must have her own intentions.
Xi Yan, who was named, was delighted. He tightened the bag on his back and unceremoniously stepped past the young master and Madam Wen. He turned around and said with a smile, "Thank you very much, Madam Wen! I'll wait for you and the young master!"
Then he held his breath and ran a long way, laughter spilling from his lips and drifting towards Wen Yu and Song Linsheng behind him.
Wen Yu's ears moved slightly, and after making sure there were no other sounds, he took a deep look at the road he had come from, and then pulled Song Linsheng to continue on his way.
When the sun got higher, the three of them finally arrived at the Wutong Ancestral Temple.
The Wutong Ancestral Hall was a bustling place of worship, and naturally, its grandeur was remarkable. From afar, one could see its six red-lacquered sandalwood doors, carved with images of spring, such as a pair of swallows circling a circle and willows lining a river at Chendu.
Walking inside, the fence in the center of the courtyard has been converted into a burner for burning incense. The square shape is very neat and solemn.
Wen Yu walked around the cauldron, her hands behind her back, her face pursed and shaking with a look of her own, like a teacher examining her students' homework.
No! No!
This was the place where she took root and sprouted. How can it be turned into a censer for burning incense just because she moved?
I don’t know who made the changes without permission, and they didn’t even bother to ask her, the person involved.
When Xiyan, who was standing by, saw the incense-filled cauldron, his first reaction was to go and see his young master.
The young master returned to Jiangyang that day, not even entering the city, but instead seeking the thousand-year-old green phoenix tree. Not only did he not see it, but now even the land where it was planted has been taken away and converted to other uses. I wonder how the young master would feel about this.
Song Linsheng was stunned for a moment. Layers of fragrant mist rose up, drawing circles before his eyes.
The place where the green phoenix tree was originally planted disappeared, and only the incense burner remained silent.
On that day he had asked the Goddess of Spring whether he would see Biwu again. Now, is this the answer?
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes to hide his expression, and silently walked across the furnace to stand beside Wen Yu, "Xiao Yu, let's go in."
Wen Yu was indignant about the change, but when she saw Song Linsheng coming up, she nodded and said, "That's right. Let's go burn incense first."
She lifted her skirt and went up the stairs. After she stepped over the threshold, the golden body of the God of Spring appeared before her.
She could be said to be very familiar with this place. She had lived in the Wutong Ancestral Temple for a thousand years, and could find the way to the main hall even with her eyes closed.
The hall is filled with incense and countless offerings.
Such scenes have never ceased to occur in the thousand years since she has been in the Wutong Ancestral Temple, so she is no longer surprised.
On the other hand, Xiyan, who was standing by, tiptoed through his bag and hurriedly presented the fruits and vegetables he had brought as tribute, placing them before the golden statue of the Goddess of Spring with great piety.
Looking at the table in front of the golden statue that was specially used to offer fruits, cakes and pastries, Wen Yu pouted.
She thought of the day when she first met her master, and she missed him.
At that time, she had only been alive for a few days and was still a piece of wood that could hear but could not speak.
The master transformed into a shepherd boy, holding Xi Liu in his arms, and was leaning on the table with his legs propped up. He ate the offered fruits unscrupulously, and his casual movements even knocked over a few of them, which rolled to the ground.
When she saw this scene, she thought it was a rude little boy who appeared out of nowhere and stole the offerings from the Goddess of Spring.
Although she could not speak at that time, she could see and hear, and seeing this situation, she naturally wanted to stand up for the Spring Goddess. So she shook the branches vigorously, trying to scare away the dirty child.
Unexpectedly, when the child saw it, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he threw the fruit in one hand and rushed straight towards her.
She was afraid at the time, but she held on in order to maintain the dignity of the Goddess of Spring.
After all, she was born in the Wutong Ancestral Temple and enjoyed the incense, which is why she was able to live. The Goddess of Spring is like her reborn parent.
Unexpectedly, the little boy came out of the main hall and suddenly revealed his true form the moment he left the house. He turned into a man in a green shirt, who was her master.
Lord Ju Mang.
When Wen Yu thought of this, she couldn't help laughing out loud.
Such a unique encounter is probably rare in the world, and it has extraordinary significance to her.
Even though her master later helped her transform, gave her a beauty that "even the Goddess of Spring could not match", taught her magic and passed on her spiritual power, she was happy with all of this.
But it is far less happy than when I first met my master.
Wen Yu laughed more and more happily, and was overjoyed.
She lifted her skirt and walked forward, kneeling on the cushion in front of the incense table, looking up at the golden statue of the God of Spring.
The Goddess of Spring has kind eyes and gentle features, as if she is looking down at her.
Song Linsheng, who was standing by, saw this and although he didn't know what Wen Yu was laughing at, he just felt happy that she had finally come to offer incense to the Goddess of Spring.
He followed Wen Yu's steps, knelt down on the cushion beside her, and looked up at the statue of the Goddess of Spring like Wen Yu.
The golden body of the God of Spring is extremely rich, but it is not the most eye-catching. Gold and silver are just mundane things in the mortal world, so how can they match the God of Spring?
The most amazing thing about the statue is the exquisite carvings on it. The depiction of the face and clothes of the God of Spring is so lifelike that it is truly rare to see.
Song Linsheng straightened his appearance and bowed solemnly.
He heard that praying to the God of Spring would always be effective.
Wen Yu turned her head and saw Song Linsheng bowing devoutly beside her. She looked up at the statue of the God of Spring, clasped her hands together and silently said in her heart:
Master, he is Song Linsheng.
I accidentally broke someone's longevity branch and ruined his fate.
As a result, only the first two lines of his fate poem remain: "Half a lifetime is clean and free from dust and dirt, the cold spring and warm days burn people's life.", and the last two lines disappear, which probably indicates that there will be many changes and disasters.
I only pray that Master will bless Song Linsheng and keep him safe and have a smooth life.
As your disciple, I can also repay my karma and ascend to heaven as soon as possible.
Whether the time comes, whether I am reading and preaching, studying magic, sweeping the yard, or taking care of the fairy beasts, I will never be lazy!
Wen Yu muttered silently in her heart. When she had finally said most of it, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips and smiled, and added:
Also, thank you Master for rescuing Chen Mian.
Master is kind-hearted! Master is generous! Master is the best!
This time he finally didn't miss anything. Wen Yu kowtowed happily, and after standing up, he opened his eyes and peeked at the statue.
People say that when you pray to God, you should not be greedy.
Is she being a bit greedy?
She asks for so much, Master must be too busy to handle it!
Wen Yu smiled happily, then stood up slowly and gave up the cushion in front of her.
"Wash the inkstone—" Wen Yu pulled Song Linsheng aside, "You come and pay your respects too, and ask the Goddess of Spring to bless you."
Wen Yu excitedly called out to Xi Yan. Her master was just as the rumors said, always answering her wishes. As long as Xi Yan made a wish, it would surely come true. She couldn't let Xi Yan miss such a good opportunity.
Xiyan had just finished taking care of the tribute of fruits and vegetables when he was suddenly called by Wen Yu. He wiped his hands behind his back and hurried over to greet her.
As he walked past Song Linsheng and Wen Yu, his mischievous eyes flickered between them. "My salary is enough, and I live comfortably. So I pray to the Goddess of Spring to bless you with good health and Madam Wen with eternal youth!"
Song Linsheng smiled helplessly, but Wen Yu said loudly: "This won't work. You can only ask for your own help. Why don't you ask..."
Wen Yu rolled her eyes and said, "Please don't be angry with you, Ah Zhu!"
"Madam Wen!" Xi Yan immediately stopped talking, turned around and knelt on the futon angrily, no longer paying attention to Wen Yu.
Wen Yu laughed heartily, "Why, you're allowed to tease me, but I'm not allowed to tease you?"
Even Song Linsheng, who usually doesn't show his joy, couldn't help but laugh.
Xiyan really needs to be treated by Xiaoyu, and see if he dares to talk nonsense again in the future.
The snow melted on my sides and the ice cracked at my ears.
Song Linsheng's laughter made Wen Yu stop talking immediately. She looked towards Song Linsheng beside her and asked curiously, "Song Linsheng, what wish did you make just now?"
Song Linsheng's eyes were curved and he was smiling happily, but when Wen Yu asked him this out of the blue, he immediately stopped talking.
In response to Wen Yu's previous questions, Song Linsheng had always answered everything he knew, but today he suddenly wanted to keep the question in suspense.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yu tenderly, "How about, Xiaoyu, guess?"
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