Scheme of the Official Descendant

Mother Zhou answered, and Li took Ren Yaoqi to the incense.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha statue that is more than one foot high in the Daxiong Hall, Li's hands are suitable, and his eyes closed in prayer.

What Li prays for is that the family is healthy, the two children are safe, and their lives will be smooth. In the end, he hopes that the Buddha can help Ren Yaoqi get rid of evil and avoid her nightmares.

Ren Yaoqi knelt on the side in a similar manner. Seeing Li's getting up and going to incense, she followed Li's back and followed her example.

After the mother and daughter had both burned the incense, Mother Zhou returned.

"Madam, Master Jingchen is discussing Buddhism with a distinguished guest. We are afraid we will have to wait for a while." Mother Zhou walked over and said in a low voice, "The Zhike Monk has arranged a courtyard for us to rest, you see See if you want to rest for a while now?"

The Bailong Temple receives many guests every day, and it is normal to have one or two distinguished guests. Monks are both born and joined, and they are not immune from the secular world.

After sitting in the carriage for more than an hour, Li's was also a little tired, so he nodded and said to Ren Yaoqi: "Master abbot is not free for the time being, let's rest for a while."

Ren Yaoqi naturally has no opinion.

This time the yard that Bailong Temple was going to give Li's rest was exactly the one that was the last time Ren Yaoqi and others came.

However, Li Shi and Ren Yaoqi only sat down and drank two sips of tea, and Master Jingchen sent a young monk to say that he was free.

Mother Zhou asked the monk: "Didn't you just say that the abbot was receiving guests?"

The little monk chanted the Buddha's horn and replied: "The son is here to play chess with our abbot. Hearing that the donor has something to see, the son has already left."

Grandma Zhou looked at Li, and Li nodded, and Grandma Zhou smiled and said, "The troublesome little master, go back to Master Jingchen, and our wife will be there."

The little monk returned a Buddhist ceremony and retreated.

Li took Ren Yaoqi to the abbot's hospitality place.

Abbot Jingchen was an old monk in his sixties, a little thin, but kind-eyed.

When Ren Yaoqi followed Li into the Buddhist room, he found that a chessboard was placed on the Kang table by the window. The black and white on the chessboard were fighting each other.

The white chess pieces are the finest clamstone "snow prints". The whole body is pure white, round as jade, and the patterns are exquisite. The quality of chess pieces has always been distinguished by white characters, so this pair of chess pieces is very rare.

"Small donors are good at playing chess?" The old monk is not young, but his eyes are extremely sharp. Seeing Ren Yaoqi's eyes stay on the Kang table under the south window, he asked kindly.

Ren Yaoqi turned around and smiled at the gentle and tolerant gaze of the old monk, "It's just a meeting, not good at it."

The old monk chuckled and asked Li and Ren Yaoqi to sit down.

Li told the old monk about Ren Yaoqi's nightmare, and asked him if he could deal with it.

Master Jingchen looked at Ren Yaoqi a few times, and asked gently, "Lao Na will give the little donor a pulse."

Li was taken aback: "The master meant that she would have nightmares only when she was sick?"

Monk Jingchen shook his head and said peacefully: "Dreams are born from the heart, Lao Na just wants to make sure."

Ren Yaoqi obediently reached out to let him get his pulse.

Jing Chen closed his eyes and pulsed for a while, and then asked: "How long have you had this nightmare for the little donor? Have you had frequent cold sweats, loss of appetite, and difficulty sleeping?"

"No." Ren Yaoqi said truthfully.

Jing Chen looked at Ren Yaoqi's face again and nodded: "That's not physical discomfort. I'll prescribe a shocking prescription for you later. You can eat or not." The old monk said gently. He sighed, "Life is only a few decades, if you worry about everything, everything will be annoying."

"Then it's okay?" Li didn't notice the old monk's sigh, and asked uneasy, "Do I need to do some rituals to get rid of the foulness?"

Master Jingchen shook his head and said with a smile: "If you are not at ease, please recite the Diamond Sutra once a day before going to bed."

Because of Master Jingchen's good reputation, Li also felt more at ease.

Then the old monk talked about the Buddhist scriptures with Li, knowing that Ren Yaoqi was not interested in these, Li asked Ren Yaoqi to rest first.

Ren Yaoqi was looking for an opportunity to do his own affairs, so he came out very happily.

Not far from the Daxiong Hall on the central axis of the Bailong Temple, Ren Yaoqi suddenly found Yuan Dayong's figure disappearing.

Ren Yaoqi thought for a while and walked out.

"Miss, won't you go back and rest? Where are you going?" the woman behind him asked carefully.

As Ren Yaoqi walked forward slowly, he said casually: "I go to the Fuzhong on the single-hole bridge outside. I heard that if I can strike it, I will have good luck."

When the women heard the words, they thought that Ren Yaoqi was playing with his heart, and wanted to ring the bell, so they didn't say anything.

It is not far from the Daxiong Hall to the Single Kong Bridge. When Ren Yaoqi approached quickly, he found that there were many people around the bridge, and many people clapped and cheered, making it very lively.

At a distance of five or six feet away, Ren Yaoqi heard the sound of "dang", "dang", "dang" bells, one after another and full of strength.

"Huh? Who is so good?" Mulberry whispered, "I never hit the bell."

A woman said disapprovingly: "This is the blessing bell of the temple, not street juggling! Whose child is so naughty?"

Ren Yaoqi stopped and listened for a while, shaking his head inwardly.

This person not only has accurate eyesight, but also has a good grasp of strength. He is not like a naughty kid from any family, and is afraid that he is a martial artist.

"Miss, are we still there?" the mother-in-law asked for instructions.

Ren Yaoqi shook his head: "Forget it, let's go next time." She didn't want to cause any trouble and didn't have so much curiosity.

I was about to take another route, but I saw a little monk leading an old monk here.

The little monk walked and talked to the old monk. The old monk was probably in his fifties and he looked very leisurely and calm.

Getting closer, Ren Yaoqi heard the little monk say: "...The princess has been knocking for half an hour, and the pilgrims are all around to watch the excitement. Even the donors who come in are blocked from entering. Come on. Go and see if you can persuade you? If it doesn't work, you have to go and ask the second son of Xiao to come forward..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, the princess is not an unreasonable person, please tell her well, she will listen." The old monk said without changing his face.

Ren Yaoqi was moved in his heart.

Sheriff? Only the daughter of King Yanbei can be called the princess in Yanbei. Moreover, the monk also mentioned the second son of the Xiao family. Could it be that the person ringing the bell was Xiao Jinglin, the princess of the Yanbei Palace?

She once heard that this princess does not love red makeup and military uniforms. Most of the year, he is not in the Yanbei Palace, but guards Jiajing Pass with Yanbei Wang's generals.

Ren Yaoqi had never seen this princess in his last life, but he had heard that the court wanted to marry her to Zheng Guogong's youngest son, but she finally rejected it altogether.

The reason for Xiao Jinglin's refusal was enough to make the men of Da Zhou embarrassed. She said that Beijiang is undecided, so why is home.

He also said that her husband must fight with her before getting married, and that person does not have to win her. As long as that person can get up and get out of bed within a month after World War I, he is considered qualified. A man who falls down as soon as the wind blows. In her eyes it is no different from waste. Then someone told about the fact that Xiao Jinglin had singled out the top ten black riders of Yanbei King.

As a result, Zheng Guogong's woman ran to the back of the mother weeping and begged the queen mother for mercy and spared her young son's life. If other family members of Guixun’s family have children of the right age, they should also rush to make marriages. If they are married, they are afraid that they will be the princess of Yanbei Wang’s family.

In the end, the marriage was over. At that time, Ren Yaoqi sounded funny.

Xiao Jinglin should be not much older than her right now? Looking at Wu Yi, it looks pretty good.

Speaking of the few masters of the Yanbei Royal Palace generation, the elder son who lived in Beijing only loved Wenmo. Although the second master did not know the foundation, his health was not good. Only this princess still had the power of the ancestor of the Xiao family.

Thinking of this, Ren Yaoqi changed his mind and walked towards the single-hole bridge.

The maids and women heard that they were the princesses, but they were also a little curious, and followed without a word.

After the two monks passed, the little monk invited all those around him to leave.

Only then did Ren Yaoqi see a tall girl standing next to the railing.

The appearance of the girl at the age of thirteen or four was not the indistinguishable appearance of a woman disguised as a man in the drama that Ren Yaoqi had guessed. She wore a very ordinary lake green dress, combed a double bun on her head, and her features were very delicate.

It’s just that Ren Yaoqi noticed that her standing posture is stronger than that of ordinary women

The old monk chanted a Buddha's name and stepped forward to say a few words to her. Xiao Jinglin listened quietly, then said nothing, just nodded and got down.

She happened to travel to Ren Yaoqi's side, and when she got closer to Ren Yaoqi, she discovered that Xiao Jinglin's eyebrows were a pair of sword eyebrows with good eyebrows, which were darker than those of ordinary women. It's just that her facial features are very soft, so the eyebrows didn't make her look rude, but gave her a special temperament that ordinary women don't have.

Perceiving Ren Yaoqi's gaze, Xiao Jinglin looked over here, her gaze stayed on Ren Yaoqi for a while, and then she walked over.

"Which house are you from?" Xiao Jinglin asked blankly, her tone of voice is definitely not cordial, but she can't hear maliciousness either.

"Baihe Town Renjia, Ren Yaoqi." Ren Yaoqi replied with a smile.

Xiao Jinglin seemed to tilt her head for a moment, then nodded.

Then under everyone's surprised eyes, she took Ren Yaoqi's hand: "Come with me, I'll buy you tea."

Said to pull Ren Yaoqi and left.

The maids behind Ren Yaoqi were stunned for a while, and hurriedly followed.

Because they estimated Xiao Jinglin's identity and saw that Ren Yaoqi was not struggling, they did not dare to say anything.

Xiao Jinglin's strides are not too great, but Ren Yaoqi has to keep up with her.

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