There is a starving ghost in Qingyun Temple

"My mother is right. I always obey my mother. If I can bring some blessings to Da Lang, I will be very lucky." Mrs. Wen took the tea bowl and frowned slightly. In fact, she was still a little worried about her family. Husband.

Mrs. Fang was startled and nodded happily: "Oh, I just hope Da Lang can get well soon."

Wenshi curled her lips. She was most disgusted with seeing Wenshi always looking like a good wife, loving mother, gentle and respectful.

"Mother, I heard that this little Taoist priest is a real person who the Duke of Guo paid a lot of money to invite from Qingyun Temple. But looking at the young appearance of the little Taoist nun, I don't know that this Taoist nun-"

Fang's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Mother, I am just, just -" Although Mrs. Cen has a temper, she is still a little worried about the head of the house. She wanted to make amends for herself but couldn't find the right words.

"Mom, my sister is straightforward and naive, but she is just outspoken for a while. I see that this Taoist priest has sincere eyes and a figure as agile as the wind. He should have some ability." Lady Wen took over the conversation and spoke for her.

Mrs. Fang nodded approvingly, then looked at Mrs. Cen and said earnestly: "Er Niang, you really need to learn more from your sister-in-law, learn to observe people's emotions and learn to behave in the world. You can always learn something. "

Mrs. Cen was a little embarrassed, smiled bitterly, picked up the tea bowl and drank tea silently.

Although Cen and Wen kept drinking tea, they kept looking at the figures of Shen Huihe and Huikong coming and going, their eyes uncertain and meaningless.

Princess Zhaoqing, Guo Ningzhi, was sitting on an exquisite rocking chair specially brought here. From time to time she waved the white feather bone fan in her hand, sometimes she raised her head and looked into the distance, and sometimes she squinted her eyes and took a nap.There was a maid behind her holding a big umbrella, and various exquisite pastries and tea were placed beside her.

She only found out yesterday that Mrs. Shen, a distant relative, was actually the Taoist priest specially invited by the Fang family from Qingyun Temple. Naturally, she was extremely interested.

"A Yuan, do you think she can really catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits?"

"A Yuan doesn't know what to say to the princess. But A Yuan sent someone to inquire early this morning. There is Xuanzhen in the north and Qingyun in the south. The Qingyun Temple in Fuzhou is as famous as the Xuanzhen Temple in Chang'an. There are Qingxuzi, The two masters Qingyangzi are in charge, and there are also several masters such as Master Miaoyuan, Master Miaoxian, and Master Miaohua who devote themselves to cultivating Taoism, but I have never heard of the name of Master Miao'an."

Can this remote Qingyun Temple be as famous as the Xuanzhen Temple in the imperial capital? !
"Master Miao'an, Master Miao'an?! If she is a charlatan and wastes my time, I will definitely not be able to spare her."

"My lord, please don't worry. My lord, please have some tea."

A Yuan took out the tea bowl, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Madam Shen folding the talisman in her hand not far away, and she was also a little confused.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Shen Huihe lowered his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you tell me back to Madam, then everything will be safe." Shen Huihe said respectfully.

"It's so good, so good. Thank you for the hard work, Mrs. Shen." Mrs. Fang also breathed a sigh of relief and waved her hand to retreat for now.

Mrs. Wen and Mrs. Cen looked at her with her head lowered and responded to every word respectfully, just treating her as a little Taoist priest who had never seen much of the world.

"Thank you for your hard work, the real person, thank you for your hard work, the little Taoist priest."

Shen Huihe bowed to the two young ladies, lowered his head respectfully and was about to leave——

"Wait a minute -" Princess Zhaoqing Guo Ningzhi suddenly said, "You two come here!"

Shen Huihe and Huikong were stunned, but they still had to walk in front of her.

Shen Huihe bowed respectfully and said, "How is the princess doing? I wonder if the princess has any orders?"

"Are you really a Taoist nun from Qingyun Temple?" Guo Ningzhi raised her eyebrows, with suspicion and disdain in her eyes, but she vaguely felt that this Taoist nun seemed familiar. "To tell you the princess, Pindao is the Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple, his name is Miao'an."

"Taoist Master Miao'an?! Why haven't I heard of such a figure in Qingyun Temple before?" Her tone was arrogant, mixed with a bit of doubt.

"Returning to the princess, there are two elders in Qingyun Temple, Qingxuzi and Qingyangzi, and there are many other secluded immortals. In fact, I have never met all the brothers in Qingyun Temple, so I am ignorant. .”

"That's it." Guo Ningzhi nodded doubtfully, "But where are you from, Zhenmao? Your accent doesn't sound like someone from the south!"

Huikong was startled, glanced at her secretly, and then lowered his head.

"Returning to the princess, Pindao's master picked him up from Nanzhou and raised him in Guanli 13 years ago. At that time, Pindao was only four years old. The master had always traveled north and south to preach scriptures, and Pindao was a little contaminated. Master's accent is also unusual." Shen Huihe responded calmly.

"Well, that's all. People who work in your profession can only be poor and have no beginning or end."

Guo Ningzhi shrugged with disgust and waved for the two of them to retreat.

When Shen Huihe led Huikong away, he accidentally saw A Yuan say something in Guo Ningzhi's ear, which made her frown in displeasure.

On the way back to Qingfeng Courtyard, Shen Huihe frowned slightly, his face gloomy, and he felt that something was wrong just now.

"A-Sister--"

Huikong looked at her from time to time, but finally couldn't help but tugged at the hem of her clothes, and said tentatively: "Sister, don't be sad, there is always a chance to go home in the future. Sister can also follow her brother Reunion.”

Shen Huihe was startled, then came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Sister, this is not the first time I have used this rhetoric. How could I feel sad so easily?!"

"Then why are you still looking so depressed, sister?"

"Huh?!" Shen Huihe thought for a while and shook his head: "Forget it, maybe I'm just worrying too much."

"Sister, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, why don't we go together-"

"Ma'am, please stay -"

Shen Huihe was startled, it was Mrs. Cen who called her.

"Hello Madam Cen, poor Taoist——"

Mr. Cen interrupted her in a clear voice, and pulled her to a corner as affectionately as Zilaishu. However, his other hand secretly reached under her sleeve and stuffed a bunch into her palm. Copper coins.

"Ms. Cen, this is—"

"Ms. Shen, I see that you are weak and look bad, and I feel sorry for you. How about I let you recuperate? Maybe you can tell me that there are really no weird things in the new yard?"

Shen Huihe lowered his head slightly, pretending to be obedient and obedient: "There is indeed nothing weird about Madam Cen's words."

Mrs. Cen looked around to make sure there was no one around, and whispered in her ear: "I wonder if Mrs. Shen has any ideas, or a way to prevent the wedding in three days from going wrong?"

(End of this chapter)