After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

Chapter 263 The Rebellion at Lingyun Temple

Lingyun Temple is not big, it can be called a pocket-sized temple, and it is located on the bustling main street.

But the incense here is very prosperous, and the whole front yard is almost crowded with worshipers.

Although the few novice monks were so busy and dizzy, they seemed to have become accustomed to it, and nothing went wrong.

Wen Chaoyan took out five taels of silver from his arms and donated them as incense money.

The novice monk kept saying, "Amitabha, the donor is kind." Wen Chaoyan took advantage of this and gave another two taels of silver to find a vacant Zen room. He only said that he wanted to use it for his sister next to him to take a break for lunch.

Although seven taels of silver is not a huge wealth, it is not a small amount. Even ordinary people in the county may not have such a savings for two or three years.

A young novice took them to the backyard.

This backyard is not as big as Jingniang's house in Wutong Lane. It is square and has only a stone table and four stone benches except for a few trees.

There are six Zen rooms around, which is a square courtyard, with a small door leading here.

The young novice took them outside a Zen room and said, "This courtyard is where we specially entertain all the donors. You two can just rest and no one will come to disturb you."

After saying that, the little novice clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, please give me a favor." Then he turned and left.

Jiang Wancheng actually felt that what the young novice said had a strange meaning.

Wen Chaoyan opened the door and walked in with Jiang Wancheng.

The furnishings in the house are also very simple, with a table, two stools, and a hard bed made of stone bricks, with a mattress on it, and a quilt that is neatly stacked but looks thin and hard.

Jiang Wancheng felt uncomfortable since he followed in, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Wen Chaoyan seemed to notice it. He walked around the room, but still said: "Wait here for as long as I want to burn incense."

Wen Chaoyan had something to do, so he had to find a side room to temporarily accommodate Jiang Wancheng.

Jiang Wancheng nodded obediently, "You have to be careful."

Wen Chaoyan stretched out his hand to lift her curtain, looked at her soft and beautiful face like a hibiscus, and pinched his fingertips to restrain the thought of stepping forward to be flirty.

He just said: "Don't worry, I'm not here to do anything dangerous. I'm just going to find someone and ask some questions."

"However, this place really doesn't look like a serious place. Don't drink the tea on the table, in case something goes wrong."

Jiang Wancheng looked at the teapot and nodded in agreement.

After Wen Chaoyan left, she immediately closed the door and bolted it.

There is no other entrance or exit to this room except one door.

Jiang Wancheng moved the stool and sat under the wall facing the door, while looking at the room again.

She finally realized what was wrong!

This is a temple!

But there is nothing in this wing that is related to Buddhism and Zen!

There are no calligraphy or paintings on the walls, and there are no Buddhist-related ornaments in the room. It is so simple... so simple that it looks like the cheapest low-class guest room in an ordinary inn!

In Jiang Wancheng's previous life, before entering Prince Duan's Mansion, he traveled back to Beijing with Zhang Hexuan.

Therefore, he also took her to some temples.

It ranges from various famous mountains and rivers to temples, and can be as small as just one temple.

Therefore, Jiang Wancheng has lived in meditation rooms in different temples, including those in the poorest and most humble temples. Their meditation rooms could not even provide shelter from wind and rain, but the rooms where they entertained guests were definitely not at all related to Buddha's thoughts. of.

At least, there will be a wooden fish.

Or on the wall, there is a hanging of Buddhist scriptures.

Or, two Buddhist scriptures are placed on the table, so that the faithful men and women who are interested in Buddhism can read and recite them.

But here, there is nothing.

This is a temple with great popularity!

You can't be so poor that you can't afford these things, right?

At this moment, Jiang Wancheng suddenly heard several playful laughter coming from next door. "Don't...this is..."

"What are you afraid of? As long as you give money, these novice monks will turn a blind eye..."

Jiang Wancheng stood up instantly. She looked for the sound and confirmed that it was coming from the room on the left, and then curiously put her ear to it.

"How could it be? This is Lingyun Temple! We are the most popular temple in Fujun, and I heard that it is also the temple with the most spiritual Dharma. Why do you make it sound like... it is a place specifically for people to have affairs and steal prostitution?"

"Don't believe it. Didn't you understand what the novice monk said before? No one will come to disturb you... This is a secret that only us prodigal sons know. Come on, my dear..."

What follows next is something even more unpleasant.

Jiang Wancheng covered his ears and ran away quickly.

She was worried and moved the stool towards the door again, holding it firmly against it.

Looking at the pot of tea on the table, my heart moved slightly: Could it be that there was really something added in it?

Jiang Wancheng walked over, opened the teapot and smelled it.

The taste... certainly doesn't taste like just water.

Could it be that something was really added?

It's a pity that she has too little knowledge now, so she can only smell a little bit of angelica, cyperus and motherwort, but the rest is unknown.

Suddenly, there were screams outside.

Jiang Wancheng's heart tightened. As soon as he walked to the door, there was a knocking sound outside.

Jiang Wancheng's chest jumped heavily and he tried to ask: "The king of heaven and the tiger of earth?"

There was silence outside the door for a moment before he replied: "Chicken stewed with mushrooms..."

"Cheng'er, it's me."

Jiang Wancheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Wen Chaoyan's low and familiar voice and the slogan was correct.

With a look of joy on her face, she quickly removed the stool and took off the door latch. As soon as she opened the door, Wen Chaoyan grabbed her wrist: "Cheng'er, we have to leave here quickly."

Although Jiang Wancheng didn't know what was going on, she heard that the screams in the outer courtyard seemed to be getting more and more frequent and louder.

Moreover, outside the small door, the figures were in a panic and seemed to be running.

As if he had seen something extremely scary, he looked back behind him while running.

It can be seen that something big must have happened!

Jiang Wancheng knew that this was not the time to ask questions, so he nodded heavily.

The two were about to leave when people suddenly ran out of several rooms in a panic.

At first glance, it turned out that they were all men and women living in the same room, all dressed in disheveled clothes. In one room, two men, one woman, and three people ran out at the same time...

What else did Wen Chaoyan not understand at that moment?

He clenched his fists and his face was livid.

"A dirty place!"

He cursed angrily and hurriedly evacuated the yard with Jiang Wancheng.

The front yard was full of crying and screaming, and there were children pushed to the ground, crying but no family members could be seen.

Jiang Wancheng stepped forward to help the child up, and then a woman hurried over: "Damn girl, where did you run away! Leave quickly!"

Jiang Wancheng looked to the other side and saw an old woman who had broken her head and bloodied her head, and two women were fighting and yelling.

It's like a farce, ridiculous, but no one has an ending.

The entrance to the temple was also crowded. I don’t know what happened. Everyone was stuck there, as if they couldn’t get out.

Soon, the entire front yard was filled with people and it was noisy.

(End of this chapter)