Yangcui Temple.
The third lady Jia Tanchun carefully put her sleeves up, revealing a white wrist. Then she caught the purple hair of Xuancheng, and took a pen on the paper, and wrote a lyrics of “Xijiang Yue” in an instant.
Seeing that the ink trace is full and thick, but not dissipated, there is a faint fragrance swelling. Tanchun poured some warm water into the pen and praised, “It turns out that you are awesome in fragrance. I didn’t expect that even making ink can be achieved with such an accomplishment.”
“My master is an expert in this field. I just learned some fur. Now I have only been willing to use good materials to barely pile up a few pieces for use.”
Miaoyu said indifferently, then stepped forward and looked at Jia Tanchun’s ink treasure. After a while, he suddenly shook his head and said, “You have been to my temple recently. Why did the depression and anger in my heart not only not calmed down, but became more and more intense?”
Jia Tanchun’s pen washing action stopped, and then he laughed like nothing happened: “I went to Qingxu Temple to listen to the opera yesterday. I was so busy all day. Didn’t this mind become more impatient?”
Seeing that she was unwilling to express her thoughts, Miaoyu sighed inwardly and stopped asking anything.
In Rongguo Mansion, the fourth lady Jia Xichun who had the most contact with Miaoyu was the fourth lady, followed by Daiyu, Baochai and others, and Jia Tanchun and her were no friends at most, and they had no contact with each other.
It was not until the “Five Ghosts Nightmare Demon” incident that Aunt Zhao was locked in a small ancestral hall and recited scriptures to atone for her sins. Tanchun suddenly became interested in the Qingcui Temple and came over to walk around almost every day, so she gradually became familiar with Miaoyu.
It was really hard for her to say that. Not only did Mrs. Wang’s attitude become much more distant, but the people below were also increasingly disregarding her. Tanchun was a strong man and refused to show his timidity in front of others…
Thinking of this, Miaoyu couldn’t help but sigh again, took out a vermilion-lacquered wooden fish from the closet, sat cross-legged on the bright yellow cushion, and greeted, “I want to recite the ‘Clean Mantra’ for two quarters of an hour, do you want to go together?”
“Of course…”
“Master Miaoyu is inside?”
Jia Yingchun was about to respond, but suddenly heard a woman outside shouting at the top of her throat, and was a little surprised: “How come there are ordinary people coming to you here?”
Miaoyu also frowned, then stood up calmly, took the whisk out, and saw the woman looking out with her head, and then closed her hands and said, “The donor called Pomnie out, don’t know what to do?”
“I dare not, don’t dare.”
The woman hurriedly returned a tribute, rubbed her hands and smiled awkwardly: “How can I have any teachings for the old woman? It was Lord Sun from Shuntian Prefecture who sent someone to say that it was the merit you calculated in advance and was about to be born.”
When talking about the words “merit” and “birth”, the womanThen he added three points of awe, obviously thinking that it was something that gods and ghosts were involved.
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When Miaoyu heard this, she immediately realized that it must be the lewd nun in the house arrest station, and she was about to give birth to a child!
In a moment, a picture of Zhishan holding the dead fetus and sending it to her arms. Gu Jing Wubo’s face suddenly became mixed.
After finally suppressing the urge to vomit, Miaoyu reluctantly bowed to the woman and said, “Thank you for coming to send me a message.”
“I dare not take it, I dare not take it!”
The woman waved her hands with her palm-shaped fan and saw that Miaoyu had no more instructions, so she said goodbye and left.
When the woman left the yard, Jia Tanchun came out of the Buddhist temple. Looking at Miaoyu’s entangled face, she whispered, “Or don’t go. How can you be so kind to serve the children and those dirty things? “
Unexpectedly, when Miaoyu heard her say this, her heart became firm and shook her head resolutely, “False compassion is also the word “compassion”. If I can’t even do this fake compassion, but I still practice Buddhism? What path to seek?”
As she said that, she resolutely turned back to clean up and stopped, and hurried out of the Yangcui Temple.
Jia Tanchun watched her go away outside the door, and looked back at the Xiangcui Temple, which was covering the temple gate, and couldn’t help but murmur, “Even if you commit yourself to Buddhism, how can you be pursuing me? After all, you will be exhausted in this world.”
“Girl, girl!”
She sighed quietly and walked back to Qiushuangzhai. After a few steps, she saw the close-fitting maid and servants hurriedly greeting him, and said anxiously, “Go back and have a look. The third master clamored to ask you to rescue your aunt. After a few words, he smashed the things in our room all the time, and he couldn’t stop it!”