It is not a holiday, so there are not many pilgrims and tourists around Yongfu Temple. The area is vast and sparsely populated. The surrounding greenery is well managed, and the environment is quiet and beautiful.
Jiang Youxia bought a handful of incense, gave half of it to You Luo, and then went into the temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha.
It really seems like I¡¯m here to offer incense.
You Luo has never heard of Jiang Youxia believing in Buddhism, especially at this juncture.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Wen Luo also disturbed her when she saw that she was praying devoutly.
After she finished praying, she put on the incense and called a young monk to stop her.
The monk looks to be less than thirty, wearing gray-blue robes. He was suddenly stopped, and he looked at Jiang Youxia without any trace. Seeing that she was dressed in an extraordinary manner, he saluted her: "Donor, what can I do for you?"
"Little Master, I heard that Master Yongshan's scriptures are good. I want to donate some incense money to the temple. By the way, I want to ask Master Yongshan to save my daughter. She passed away unexpectedly not long ago, and I want her to rest in peace under the spring. .Excuse me, is Master Yongshan available now?"
When the young monk heard that Jiang Youxia wanted to donate the incense money, his attitude became more kind: "Master is greeting other distinguished guests now. Donor, you can come with me first and wait for a while in the Zen room. I will inform the master."
"Trouble." Jiang Youxia nodded, said to You Luo, and followed the young monk to the guest room where guests were greeted.
After the young monk exited, Jiang Youxia and You Luo were alone in the guest room.
You Luo frowned and said, "Madam, when did you become a believer in Buddhism?"
"I dreamed about Guoguo last night." Jiang Youxia took a deep breath: "I want her to feel better down there."
At the mention of Sheng Guo, You Luo's eyes darkened.
"What you just said is true. Is there anyone else who believes in Buddhism?" Jiang Youxia looked puzzled.
¡°Madam has also become a Buddhist recently and comes here often.¡±
Jiang Youxia hummed and didn¡¯t say much.
"Madam, there is no resurrection after death."
"I know." Jiang Youxia lowered her eyes: "It is precisely because I know that I want to give her salvation."
She used to not believe in gods and Buddhas, and even though she was still alive, she was still an atheist. But without Guoguo, she would rather have those gods and ghosts.
I just want to think about it, feudal superstition is unacceptable.
Jiang Youxia looked around, told You Luo that she wanted to go out for a walk, then opened the curtain and left the guest room.
Looking around, she saw someone seemed to be in the guest room next door. She poked through the paper window and saw Qiao Minxi and Shen Yuzhu.
The two behaved affectionately and talked happily. It was obvious that they had been close for a long time.
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With her pink lips slightly pursed, Jiang Youxia withdrew her gaze and returned to the guest room as if nothing had happened.
By this time, the young monk had returned and brought two cups of Biluochun. He gave one cup to Jiang Youxia and You Luo and asked them to wait a moment.
It took about ten minutes before Master Yongshan came over.
He is an old monk in his fifties or sixties, with a long white beard, and he really looks like a worldly master.
No wonder it can scare Shen Yuzhu, who has never believed in Buddhism.
Jiang Youxia donated 100,000 yuan in sesame oil money and asked Master Yongshan to chant sutras for Guoguo to be saved. After praying for two blessings of peace, she left Yongfu Temple.
The whole process seemed like just coming to the temple to worship.
You Luo had an indescribable feeling.
After returning to the car, You Luo asked her: "Madam, where else do you want to go?"
Jiang Youxia had no place she wanted to go, so she asked her to take her back to Sheng Mansion.
At night, while sleeping, Jiang Youxia handed him the blessing of peace that she had prayed for in Yongfu Temple during the day.
Sheng Jingting was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
Jiang Youxia lowered her head, hugged the quilt and said softly: "I asked You Luo to go to the temple today. I pray for you to be safe and blessed."
Sheng Jingting's slender fingers gently caressed Ping Anfu, and his deep phoenix eyes were like ink.
Jiang Youxia said: "You are not in good health, so you should pay more attention."
"Xia Xia." Sheng Jingting clenched the Ping An Fu in his hand and hugged her tightly: "Thank you, madam."
He held her too tightly, and the aura of a man enveloped her. Jiang Youxia lowered her face and said, "Good night."
"Tomorrow is the weekend, can I accompany you and Xiao Xi to the manor to relax?"
Since bringing Sheng Chenxi back, their family of three has not gone out together yet.
Sheng Chenxi is smart and mature, but he is still a child.
Earlier, Jiang Youxia had been unwilling to accept Sheng Chenxi¡¯s existence, and she was afraid that the child would not accept it in his heart.Feel it.
I thought Jiang Youxia would refuse, but unexpectedly, Jiang Youxia, who had always refused to go out for fun, agreed now.
Jiang Youxia never raised her face. She turned her back to Sheng Jingting and said lightly: "You can make arrangements."
Looking at her increasingly slender figure, the man¡¯s sexy Adam¡¯s apple rolled: ¡°Xia Xia, let¡¯s start over.¡±
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