After leaving Xinghuapo Nursing Hall, Wei Yuanji was about to send Luo Ying back to his house. As soon as he walked to Xinghuapo, a guard from Zhenguo Duke's Mansion rode a big red horse, sweating profusely and rushed to report that the queen was seriously ill and urgently summoned Wei Yuanji to the palace.

Wei Yuan was extremely anxious and said goodbye to Luo Ying and ran towards the direction of the palace city.

Luo Ying did not return to the city immediately, but rushed to Nanshan Temple in a carriage. She had long wanted to go to Nanshan Temple to find out, but she heard that the abbot of Nanshan Temple had been practicing cultivation and did not see any foreign guests.

Nanshan Temple is located on the southernmost side of the Nanshan outside Changling City, and is close to Jingyuan Temple in the east.

During the previous dynasty, Nanshan Temple was in great popularity and was famous for its vegetarian food. Even nobles from other places would come to visit. It was just because at the critical moment of life and death in the new and old dynasties, Nanshan Temple saved a prince from the previous dynasty, and was also in danger of war, leaving behind a ruined wall.

The late emperor ascended the throne and pardoned the world, and Nanshan Temple was renovated again, but it was no longer the heyday of the past.

This time, she was nominally burning incense and praying for blessings, but in fact she wanted to meet the abbot. In her previous life, she had never been to Nanshan Temple, and she had no idea that Chen Yao would have had contact with the abbot of Nanshan Temple.

The mountain is covered with snow, and along the mountain road, winding up the road. The north wind blows, and it falls and snow falls on the trees on both sides of the road, flying wildly, dancing all over the sky, like white fog.

Luo Ying's face was blown red by the cold wind. When she was breathing, the white air spurted out from her mouth, and she needed to slide carefully.

Nanshan Temple is also remote, and there are not many pilgrims coming. In addition, the weather is cold and the steps are covered with snow and ice, so fewer pilgrims coming. However, there are still people who come here. So along the way, you can see that some novice monks in the temple will sweep the floor with shovels and shovel the ice and snow on the steps and lay straws to prevent people from slipping and being injured.

As we approached the mountain, we only heard the melodious bells in the temple and the sounds of the Sanskrit sounds. After the renovation of the former majestic main hall, it also brought an indelible trace of the burning of war, and it seemed a little decayed and lonely.

Occasionally, a few pilgrims carrying baskets come in and out, adding a hint of vitality to this deserted and quiet ancient temple.

Finally, after climbing the last step, just as Luo Ying brushed away the sweat beads on her forehead, a melodious and whimpering cold sound suddenly floated. Xiao Yin cut through the silent sky, startled the birds on the trees, flapped her wings, and flew towards the sky.

Another scattered snow flew up, and scattered snow flew towards Luo Ying's face. Luo Ying narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to cover it. The flying snow had already fascinated her eyes.

After rubbing my eyes, following the sound of the flute, I saw a person standing under a huge cedar tree, with a tall crown and wide belt, and a long and dignified posture. The wind blew the clothes, and it felt like a jade tree was in the wind.

The slender fingertips jumped back and forth, flowing with the sound of flutes. He looked into the distance, looking at the white mountain in the distance.

Chen Yao, it turned out to be him.

Luo Ying's face suddenly changed, and her clear eyes suddenly had a blood-red light of hatred, as if it was about to explode and burn him to ashes. Just as her fists were clenched tightly, her hands loosened again.

Hate did not completely burn her sanity, she understood that she could only wait calmly at this moment.

Perhaps, Luo Chan once said right: "The more you hate someone, the more you have to smile at her. Otherwise, how can you give her a deadly blow and completely destroy her into hell and never be born?"

This sentence was said to her.

Just when she just pretended that she didn't see it and turned around and was about to leave, Chen Yao suddenly took the jade flute and walked towards her, bowed and smiled slightly, "What a coincidence, it turned out to be Miss Luo."

Luo Ying looked at him lightly, and there was no trace of hatred in her calm face. She hadn't seen any days. She didn't expect that his temples were white and she had lost a lot of weight. There was fatigue and anxiety in the depths of her eyes. When she looked at her, there was a complex doubt mixed with it.

It seems that his life is very difficult.

"Luo Ying has met the Grand Master." She blessed her body according to the etiquette.

Chen Yao smiled palely: "You're welcome, this is so icy and snowy. I wonder what Miss Luo has made to Nanshan Temple to do?"

Luo Ying sneered and asked back, "Since it's Bing Tian Xue Tian, ​​what did Master Tai Shi go to Nanshan Temple to do?"

Chen Yao paused slightly, a strange light flashed across his dark eyes, and he smiled faintly: "What can I do when I come to the temple? It's nothing more than burning incense and praying for blessings."

"Same, I'm here to burn incense and pray for blessings. Does Master Tai think it's strange?"

"...Oh, I just think you are a delicate woman braved the snow and ice..."

Luo Ying interrupted him: "I grew up in the countryside, not delicate, climbing such a mountain road is like a flat ground for me."

Chen Yao laughed in an unknown mood. When he stared at her, his eyes seemed to see through her eyes through her heart.

"Why did I forget that you are not an ordinary daughter raised in the boudoir. As soon as you come back, the entire Luo Mansion will undergo earth-shaking changes."

Luo Ying smiled even colder: "Why, is Master Taishu complaining about Luo Chan?"

Chen Yao's face suddenly sank when he heard this.

"If Master Taishi really complains about Luo Chan, he should establish a tablet of immortality for her in the Master's Mansion. This will bring about Master Taishi's sincere heart."

Chen Yao heard her sarcasm, and his face became even more ugly. He approached her and looked at Luo Ying with an unexpected change, and said coldly: "I have no friendship with her and I don't have the leisure to complain to her."

Luo Ying secretly rejected and ridiculed him. He could understand that, not to mention Luo Ying, the entire Luo Mansion is now very dissatisfied with him, including Luo Xiping.

What he couldn't understand was how the little Luo Ying from the countryside could control the entire Luo Mansion in just a few months.

She, Yingke, is a very ambitious woman, and her ambition is far from Luo Mansion.

If her ambition had nothing to do with him, he wouldn't need to pay much attention, but after thinking about it, he always felt that there seemed to be an invisible hand behind this little woman.

Those hands shouldn't be Wei Yuanji.

Wei Yuanji was at best just a liar who did evil things. He didn't care about the struggles in the inner house and the government affairs of the court, so he shouldn't have participated. Even if he was interested in Luo Ying and had done anything for Luo Ying, he wouldn't be the hands behind her.

In addition to Wei Yuanji, Luo Ying and Song Yihuan, and even Song Xingchen have an extraordinary relationship.

Song Xingchen crossed the river by the clay Buddha, and he couldn't protect himself. He had already gone to Qingyuan Mountain and was far away from the court.

Therefore, the hand behind Luo Ying should be Song Yihuan.

Song Yihuan had long wished he could die, and Luo Ying might be a detailed work by Song Yihuan in Luo Mansion. She came to Nanshan Temple today. Could it be that Song Yihuan had begun to suspect that he was a native of Yingguo?

……hehe.

So what if you doubt it, the person they are looking for will soon disappear.

Thinking of this, his heart, which had long become cold and deserted, felt a little painful. In fact, he did not want to do this unless he had to.

Being sentimental is always more painful than being ruthless. If he could be truly ruthless, he would not have lived such a hard time.

Just as he was thinking, Luo Ying smiled coldly: "There is no friendship. Master Tai Shi is really clean. Who promised to come to Luo Mansion to propose marriage in a year in front of everyone that night?"

When it came to Chen Yao's most shameless night, he almost acted in anger, but he insisted on enduring it, but his face was still gloomy with a storm coming and wind filled the building. He sneered: "Things that night were clearly the situation set by Luo Chan. I said that, just to take into account the overall situation! Maintain your reputation as Luo Mansion!"

Luo Ying sneered from her nose: "Why do you have to say so noble? What you want to maintain is your own reputation!" After the tone of the conversation, he sneered, "It's a pity that you have made your reputation worse. Master Tai Shi, do you know? After Luo Chan's death, you are the most famous person in Changling City."

"you--"

"Okay, after burning the incense, I will go and clean up the relics left by Luo Tingxuan so that I won't bother the Grand Master."

Luo Ying looked at his angry face and felt a little happy in her heart.

Chen Yao's face was about to explode and his face turned pale. He had sent someone to search Luo Tingxuan's relics, and there was nothing unusual. It didn't matter if she went to clean up.

At the same time, he felt a little relieved. Perhaps he was thinking too much, thinking about the point where plants and trees were full of soldiers.

Luo Tingxuan is her cousin, and his only girl Luo Yi is disabled again. It is understandable that she comes to pack his belongings for him. After all, Luo Tingxuan is the eldest grandson of the Qingping Marquis' Mansion. What remains are not only clothes, books, but also some precious jade calligraphy and paintings.

However, all the precious jade calligraphy and paintings were taken away when he sent someone to search. Luo Ying could bring back some ragged clothes this time.

After saying that, Luo Ying shook her sleeves coldly and turned away.

Chen Yao looked at her back for a while and felt a sense of consciousness. Her back looked very thin, petite, and thin, but he could inexplicably feel a powerful force from her.

He couldn't tell what this power was, just like Qingmei. He looked like such a beautiful and peerless weak woman on the surface, but she was not inferior to any man on the battlefield.

Qingmei...

What's wrong with him? How could he compare Luo Ying with his Qingmei?

In this world, no woman can compete with her, and no woman can compete with her.

She is the only Qing girl in the world. If she loses her, she will never be able to find her.

Whether it was sadness or the pleasure after revenge, a smile and crying expression appeared on the corner of his mouth, then sighed lonelyly and turned around and left.

...

The dusk was awesome, and after Luo Ying burned incense and prayed for blessings, a monk wearing a kapok robe came over, put his hands together and bowed to her, and then led the way: "Amitabha, female donor, please invite me!"

This monk's Dharma name is Huiyuan, and he has some friendship with Luo Tingxuan. In addition, Luo Ying is not an ordinary woman and has a valuable identity, so he naturally respects it very much.

Luo Ying also folded her hands and saluted him, then followed him all the way to the Zen room where Luo Tingxuan had lived, packed up the relics, Huiyuan took Luo Ying to a quiet and elegant courtyard that used to entertain noble ladies and daughters to drink tea and vegetarian food.

Luo Ying picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked devoutly: "Master Su Wen is a virtuous monk. He can know the causes and conditions of people in his three lives. The little woman has a confusion in her heart and cannot solve it. I wonder if she can see Master Abbot give me some advice?"

"This..." Huiyuan was quite hesitant.

"Is it because Master Huiyuan has something to do with difficulty?"

"This is not the case. It's just that the abbot is still in the practice of the Qing Dynasty, so he doesn't easily see foreign guests..." He frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Let's do this, the little monk will inform the girl. Whether you see it depends on fate."

Luo Ying smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you, Master Huiyuan."

After a while, Huiyuan came over with a smile on her face and said that Luo Ying was a destined person and a destined person. The abbot was willing to give her guidance.

Luo Ying didn't want the abbot to agree to her. She was also surprised and was also surprised. No matter if she could get any inside information she wanted this time, at least she was one step closer to her goal.

...

This is a very simple meditation room. On the cushion in the middle is a monk who seems to have entered into meditation.

He turned his back to her, and she couldn't see his face clearly, but could only see his slightly hunched back. He was very thin and wearing a very wide yellow monk's robe. His whole body looked desolate and empty.

"Luo Ying has met the abbot."

Her voice was not loud, but it seemed a little abrupt in the extremely quiet room.

"Amitabha..." After a moment of silence, he chanted the Buddha's name and slowly turned around, "I don't know why the female donor is disturbed, although I would like to lead the female donor to cross the sea of ​​suffering."

“…”

The moment she saw him, Luo Ying couldn't believe her eyes, which shocked her more than seeing her mother in the underground secret room.
Chapter completed!