"Miss, Duanyun Temple is closed."
A white hand lifted the car curtain.
With a slight turn of her soft and slender fingers, she revealed a delicate and charming face.
She has a beautiful forehead and eyebrows, fair skin and black hair.
He just looked a little sick and weak.
Shen Zhiyi took the maid's hand, bent down and got out of the car, as if she had emerged from the most poetic ink painting.
She was thin, wrapped in a white soft silk skirt, with narrow shoulders. When she bent over, her slender neck was exposed.
It seemed as if a strong wind could break her.
After she stood firm.
The maid Chen Bi immediately unfolded her cloak and covered her with it.
"Miss, it's very cold here. Please be careful not to catch a cold."
It is now the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the heat has not yet subsided.
It just rained, and the temperature on the mountain is colder than down there.
Special attention must be paid.
"How can I be so weak?" Shen Zhiyi smiled.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the shadow of a bamboo swaying nearby.
He gave Chen Bi a wink.
"What are you talking about?" Chen Bi immediately understood and raised his voice, "I've been sick twice in the past month and have been taking medicine all the time. If I catch a cold again, I'm afraid my cough will come back."
"I hope this Master Kongchen can cure your illness."
Shen Zhiyi raised the corners of her lips softly, "It's a weakness I was born with, how can it be cured so easily?"
"I don't seek medical advice, I just seek Buddha's help and meditate."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by, the bamboo swayed twice, and then returned to silence.
"Miss, the person has left." Chen Bi Huiwu reminded in a low voice.
Shen Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Bi adjusted the cloak belt and whispered, "Miss, who do you think sent this person?"
Shen Zhiyi raised his eyes.
Looking towards the temple hidden in the morning mist.
The ancient temple is silent, weighed down by the dense green, revealing the coldness and oppression that has been precipitated by time.
Amidst verdant pines and bamboos, tall red walls stood, their eaves embellished with green, their gold paint peeling. The winding stone steps, thickly mossed and emitting a cold, damp air, led up to the top.
Like a dormant giant beast with its claws and fangs retracted.
"Who else could it be?"
Her voice was clear and melodious in the damp mist, "I just want to know why I came here."
Either she's the eldest sister, or...
The prince inside is Master Kongchen.
The tip of her nose twitched.
I could smell a complex scent in the air, almost imperceptible.
It was the smell of burnt incense, mixed with the slightly rotten scent of damp wood and the fishy, acrid smell from the moss in the cracks of the rocks.
There are few pilgrims around.
When the wind blows, you can even hear the sound of falling water drops hitting the stone slabs.
Compared to the bustling Fahua Temple, this place is indeed much quieter.
But who could have imagined.
There is a nobleman hiding inside.
Shen Zhiyi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Why seek medical treatment and why ask Buddha?
She came here for only one reason——
This prince, who was indifferent to worldly affairs, fell into the mortal world and was tempted by worldly desires.
She walked gracefully towards the open mountain gate.
Like the huge mouth of a walking beast.
Being slowly swallowed by it...
*
Capital city, Prime Minister's residence.
Shen Qingyan clutched the side of the chair and listened to the servant's report: "Did Shen Zhiyi really go in?"
The servant nodded and said, "I followed the carriage and saw with my own eyes that Duanyun Temple doesn't have many incense offerings. If we talk about spiritual efficacy, it is definitely not as good as Fahua Temple."
"Miss, you want to burn incense, why did you choose that place?"
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