Xiangsheng prosperous

Chapter 21 Origin
The sound of Sanskrit is curling, the bamboo forest is secluded, the meditation room is quiet, and the sandalwood is bursting.

Xuanzang's voice was deep and mellow, like the knocking of jade or a chime, which made people feel refreshed and happy.Qiu Mo's originally depressed mood gradually calmed down, and she entered a state of selflessness.

After a long time, when the Buddha's voice gradually died down and Qiu Mo returned to her body, she felt that her heart suddenly became clear.She got up, bowed to Xuanzang and Wen Weixing, and took Shuanghan to leave Dazhuangyan Temple.

When they walked quickly to a pavilion on the side of the main hall, a sudden shower of rain fell from the sky.Qiu Mo looked up, only to see that the rain was very fast, and the big raindrops fell from the clouds and landed on her cheeks crackling.

Shuanghan quickly blocked the pouring rain for her with her hands, and said anxiously: "Third lady, let's go to the gazebo to take shelter for a while, otherwise it will be bad if we get wet!"

She dragged Qiu Mo into the gazebo in a hurry.Seeing that the sky was getting late, but the rain did not seem to be getting smaller, Shuanghan was anxious, and she talked to Qiu Mo. She went to the master to borrow two oil-paper umbrellas, and rushed into the rain.

The rain hit the bamboo forest, the water splashed the moss, and Qiu Mo was the only one left in the gazebo.She stared at the scene in front of her quietly, and suddenly felt that the rain had a special beauty.

The rain in early spring always brings a little bit of coolness. After a while, a little icy drizzle splashed on Qiu Mo's slightly thin clothes, and she couldn't help shivering a little.

Suddenly, a black man's cloak was draped over Qiu Mo's body, and the body temperature carried by the cloak instantly warmed her body.A fragrance she was familiar with was mixed with the man's unique masculinity, lingering in her nostrils.

Qiu Mo turned her head to look in surprise, and was facing a pair of dark and deep eyes, a strange throbbing quickly swept through her whole body.

It was Wen Weixing who was listening to Zen in the Zen room just now.

After leaving the meditation room just now, Wen Weixing noticed a change in the sky not long after.Worried that Qiu Mo would catch the cold in the rain, he simply braved the rain to find her.

"Thank you." Qiu Mo gathered the cloak on her body and said softly with red ears.

Standing side by side with Qiu Mo, Wen Weixing looked down at the petite lady in front of him, and said slowly: "My lady, you don't have to be polite. I really have a predestined relationship with my lady, and we have met three times by accident. I wonder if I am lucky enough to know her name."

Qiu Mo was stunned, but then she came to her senses and quickly replied: "My concubine's name is Qiu Mo, she is the eldest daughter of the second room of the Qiu family in Shanchun Hall, and she is the third in the family, just call me Qiu Sanniang."

Wen Weixing nodded: "Wen Weixing, the name is Bingde."

Qiu Mo turned sideways and saluted him.

Wen Weixing looked at her, and said softly: "You don't need to be too polite. You seem to be preoccupied, and Wen dared to guess that you have something to do with the third wife of the Qiu family, right?"

Qiu Mo lowered her head and smiled wryly. She couldn't tell Wen Wei Xingming about her current predicament, but about her situation in the Qiu family, everyone in Chang'an must know about her situation.

Sometimes she felt that her fate seemed to be spinning around a vortex, and she couldn't turn it around at all.

Seeing Qiu Mo not speaking for a long time, Wen Weixing knew that she might have encountered some difficulties that she didn't want to tell others.He said: "I heard that Qiu Sanniang is very good at making incense?"

Qiu Mo came back to her senses: "Your Majesty has too much reputation, so I dare not say he is good at it."

"Speaking of it, my lady might find it a bit unbelievable," Wen Weixing looked at the bamboo forest in the rain again, and said leisurely, "Without you, Mrs. Qiu, maybe Wen...wouldn't be able to live well until now."

Qiu Mo looked at Wen Weixing in surprise.

Wen Weixing hooked the corners of his mouth lightly, took off the dew bag from his waist, and handed it to Qiu Mo.

"If there is a difficult problem that cannot be solved, then take this Chenglu bag to Wubenfang Wenfu to find me."

After saying this, Wen Weixing saw Shuanghan walking quickly with an umbrella in the distance.He bowed his hands to Qiu Mo, turned and left.

Qiu Mo looked at the back of Wen Weixing's leaving, the pouring rain hit his body, hair, and shoulders, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, and walked firmly on the way he came.And Qiu Mo held the black dew bag with her right hand, and tightened the tie of the cloak with her left hand.She suddenly discovered that this scent that has always been familiar to her was her first work after coming to Tang Dynasty: the scent of mosquito repellent incense.

She couldn't help being a little dazed, what kind of experience is this Wen Weixing a man?
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When Wen Weixing returned to the meditation room, Xuanzang had already prepared the sencha and was kneeling on the futon and waiting for him quietly.Seeing him return, Xuanzang pointed to him a dry cloth towel placed on the table in the meditation room, and motioned him to use it to wipe off the rain.

Wen Weixing thanked him, took a cloth towel and carefully wiped off the water droplets on his face, hair tips and body.Xuanzang looked at Wen Weixing's profile, and suddenly asked him a question: "Did Bingde meet the person he wants to see today?"

Wen Weixing paused for wiping his hands.

"Amitabha, you don't need to answer." Xuanzang said with a smile, "Your behavior speaks for itself."

Wen Weixing thought to himself, this bald little monk always looks like he has seen him all the time.Since he likes to poke his own weakness, it's not his style to be gentle if he doesn't reciprocate.

"What do you say about what you told the court?"

As soon as Wen Weixing said this, Xuanzang knew that he was teasing the tiger to the point of fury, and quickly waved his hands and said with a wry smile: "The poor monk is wrong, wrong! Haha, I will never dare again. Bingde drinks tea, drinks tea .”

Wen Weixing didn't bother with him anymore, he picked up the tea cup and drank it down in one gulp.But he was really concerned about the result of Xuanzang's memorial, because he knew that this was the greatest wish of his close friend in this life.

"The poor monk can't even remember how many times I have been refuted by the doctor of the door..." The detached master Xuanzang couldn't help but feel depressed about this matter.

Wen Weixing frowned slightly, and couldn't help sighing: "It's no wonder the Shangshufu. After all, now that the Tang Dynasty was established at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the Turks invaded successively. The imperial court does not allow scholars to go west. One is to protect the country, and the other is to protect himself."

Xuanzang nodded: "The poor monk doesn't know, it's just getting older. If I can't leave as soon as possible, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to go to Tianzhu to study Buddhism and get back the scriptures in this life."

Wen Weixing was silent for a moment, and said consolingly: "Master, there is no need to worry too much. It depends on human effort, and there will always be opportunities."

Xuanzang smiled wryly and shook his head: "I hope so."

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(End of this chapter)