Gong Yueyue was a little dumbfounded, so she asked her servants to take her carriage away, and then she got into the old lady's carriage.
Seeing her coming in, the old lady frowned slightly and said, "I haven't prepared a carriage for you, so why are you coming here to ride with me again?"
"If it's cold in the carriage alone, it's better to squeeze in with grandma to keep warm." Gong Yueyue said and sat next to her.
The old lady couldn't help laughing when she looked at her, and hugged her tightly, "Little clever devil!" She looked down at her again, "Sleep when you feel sleepy, don't worry about my lack of rest."
Gong Yueyue nodded, "My granddaughter won't be polite."
Seeing Gong Yunyan getting on the old lady's carriage, she threw open the curtains in her hands angrily, "What a flatterer, you just know how to stick to the old lady!"
The little maid on one side lowered her head and said nothing.
Gong Yunyuan pinched her own corner tightly, and her eyes slowly filled with resentment. She still feels that everything Gong Yueyue gets now should belong to her! The old lady's love, her engagement with Li Changqi, and even Yun Luo
The position of mistress should belong to her mother!
She was trembling all over thinking of this, and a voice in her head shouted hysterically, it would be great if Gong Yueyue could disappear from this world!
The carriage jolted all morning, and at noon, we arrived at the foot of the mountain.
The place is still familiar, but everything has changed. The old abbot of the temple passed away two years ago.
The new abbot was not a peaceful person. Not only did he change the name of the temple to Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, but he also went around giving lectures to people. He actually got the name of an eminent monk. The small temple that was originally a little deserted was now crowded with pilgrims, and it was even more magnificent.
It's no surprise that you have no trace of simplicity in your grandeur.
Every time he came here, not only the old lady but also Gong Yueyue sighed. Especially the monks passing by could no longer see the ethereal spirit they had before. Their eyes were also clouded by gold and silver.
There are no longer the one hundred and eight steps in front of the mountain gate, and a wide road leads directly to the temple entrance.
This is the most regrettable thing for Gong Yueyue. She feels that she is not a religious person, but she likes the ritual of walking through these steps step by step for pilgrimage. It seems that she can really leave all the suffering and sorrow behind her.
For her, this process is far more powerful than kneeling before the Buddha.
They got off the carriage, and before they even stepped into the temple gate, a monk came to greet them, "Donor Gong!"
The namaste was somewhat deliberate and flattering, and Gong Yueyue immediately felt awkward. Even the old lady had a sullen face and returned the salute casually.
Of course no one blamed her for being rude, they just welcomed them into the temple with a smile.
After passing the high threshold, Gong Yueyue suddenly saw the young monk sweeping the door of the temple again. With an indifferent expression on his face, he gave them a Namaste and pretended to be mature to convey the abbot's words to them.
Gong Yueyue thought and laughed softly.
The old lady gave her a strange look, "What did you see?"
"I just think of the little monk." Gong Yueyue said with a smile.
The old lady also smiled when she mentioned it, "I'm going to blush when I see you." Her expression darkened as she said that, "I heard that he went to wander around. The abbot's apprentice will definitely not be tainted by this worldly world."
Just as Gong Yueyue was about to express her condolences, the monk in front suddenly asked: "Old donor Gong, should you go to the guest room to rest first, or should you use vegetarian food first?"
"Let's use vegetarian food first," the old lady said.
They then went to the back hall. Not only was there a lot of people in front, there were also a lot of people here.
We found a quieter place to have dinner. When leaving, Gong Yunyan said that she wanted to go to the Buddha to offer scriptures, so the old lady let her go.
The two of them went back to the guest room directly. There were too many people in front of them, so they had to wait until the evening when the crowds were less crowded before going to burn incense.
The old lady saw that Gong Yueyue's face was a little sleepy and said, "You go and take a nap first. I will call you then."
"Then grandma, let's take a rest." Gong Yueyue whispered.
The old lady smiled and touched the top of her hair, "Go ahead."
The guest rooms are not as frugal as they were before, but are very comfortably furnished. For pilgrims like them, earth dragons are even built in the rooms. This shows that the financial resources of this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are already very strong.
Jin Su replaced all the things on the bed with their own, and Gong Yunhu sat on the bed, yawned loudly, took off his clothes and lay down.
Although she was a little sleepy, the unfamiliar place and unfamiliar bed made it impossible for her to fall asleep at all, so she could only close her eyes and rest.
The fake monk quickly responded, and when he looked at Gong Yueyue, his eyes were filled with bloody murderous intent, and he approached her step by step with a cruel smile, "You want to die, right? Even if I let you die, I have to let you feel good first.
Let’s talk later.”
Gong Yueyue kept retreating, and before she knew it, she had retreated to the bedside. There was no way out.
Her strong willpower and the pain in her body allowed her to stay awake, but she didn't know how long she could stay awake.
In her life, she was actually going to fall into the hands of this adulterer, and the anger and hatred in her heart almost drove her crazy.
Seeing the fake monk's hand reaching towards her, Gong Yueyue gritted her teeth. The first thing that collapsed was her reason. Instead of thinking about enduring humiliation and surviving in the future, she chose to die with him!
Just when she was about to launch an offensive, the door was kicked open again, and a figure, like a whirlwind, kicked away the fake monk and held Gong Yueyue in his arms.
Looking at the clear-cut face of the visitor, Gong Yueyue couldn't help but blush. She stretched out her arms to hug his neck and lay on his shoulders. She could no longer exert any strength on her body.
Feeling the trembling body of the person in his arms, Zhao Changyuan's originally red eyes gained a touch of blood. He hugged Gong Yueyue harder and comforted softly: "It's okay, everything is over."
Gong Yueyue did not answer him, but he could clearly feel the moisture on his shoulders, which almost made his reason collapse.
The fake monk on the ground had already gotten up. He was frightened by the sudden intrusion of Zhao Changyuan. He almost subconsciously wanted to rush out, but was kicked back by Qingfeng who came after him.
"Spare your life, spare your life, I am also being instigated by others, this is not my original intention!" The fake monk knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Zhao Changyuan.
Anger made the muscles on Zhao Changyuan's face twitch slightly. He took out the sword in his hand, kicked him to the ground, and cut off his hands with a swing of the sword.
Qingfeng's quick eyes and hands quickly thrust the hilt of the sword into his mouth, blocking his screams.
The tip of Zhao Changyuan's sword stopped at his neck, trembling slightly, as if he had used all his strength not to kill him directly, "I'll leave this to you, ask me to understand, and then throw it to the back mountain to feed the wolves."
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"Yes!" Qingfeng looked at the fake monk, his eyes full of ferocity, as if he wanted to tear him alive.
Afterwards, Zhao Changyuan left the room with Gong Yueyue in his arms, jumped a few times on the beams and entered a neat room, quickly lit the candle, and gently placed Gong Yueyue on the bed.
Gong Yueyue still hugged his neck tightly, unwilling to let go. (To be continued)