Su Zhen found a relatively secluded place in the general's mansion, pulled away the light wood-colored string wrapped around her wrist and threw it on the ground. Sure enough, red marks appeared on her fair skin.
"Yin Shen! Are you crazy? It gets hotter each time! This is human flesh, not pig knuckle!" Su Zhen cursed in a low voice.
"I just noticed Chen's breath, but it disappeared quickly."
Su Zhen rubbed her wrist vigorously, trying to relieve the pain, "Liaochen? This is the general's mansion, how could there be a monk? Could it be among the common people outside?"
"No, it's in the general's mansion, not outside."
"But I just walked all the way and didn't see any monks."
However, Yin Shen stopped saying anything and flew back to her wrist. Su Zhen wanted to pull it off, but after pulling for a long time to no avail, she simply gave up.
"Sir, what happened?" Mo Chen trotted over from behind.
"It's okay, your brother Yin just has a seizure."
...
Throughout the day, there was an endless stream of guests coming to the General's Mansion to express their condolences, and Xiao Chuhong, accompanied by Xiao Yi, dealt with them one by one.
Lu Jingshu had not rested for a long time, and the traffic was bumpy for days. At his insistence, he forcibly sent her back to rest.
Until midnight, the mourning hall was still overcrowded. The servants, dressed in white mourning clothes, knelt on the ground in the courtyard. Incense and candles were burned in front of the mourning table, and new dishes were served in memory.
There are Xiao family troops guarding both inside and outside the General's Mansion, and even in the dark there are secret guards protecting him, but even so, someone still sneaks in.
Outside the pavilion opposite the mourning hall, a short figure was hiding and observing in the dark.
Mo Sheng was very helpless and pursed his thin lips into a straight line, "Sir, we can stay here openly during the day, so why would we sneak into someone else's house in the middle of the night?"
"Look for the monk."
"Master Su seems to have invited an eminent monk to come to the general's residence to perform the ritual."
"Really? Let's go and have a look!"
"..."
Mo Sheng jumped into the air and flew towards the southwest. Su Zhen glanced at the lonely figure in the mourning hall and followed it away.
Below, Xiao Chuhong turned around quickly and looked at where Su Zhen had been just now, but found nothing strange.
The environment inside the General's Mansion is quiet and elegant, with wooden sliding doors and windows. There are many exotic flowers and plants. Although Xiao Mohan's family has not lived there all year round, they are well maintained.
They carefully avoided the guards, flew all the way, and finally arrived at the villa southwest of the General's Mansion. The white paper lantern at the door had a large word "Dian" written on it. Two guards with swords stood in front of the door, their backs were straight.
Stand straight and look straight ahead.
Different from other places, the lights here are brightly lit, the sound of chanting sutras and the sound of knocking wooden fish can be heard faintly. It is used to pray for blessings and save the souls of the dead, which makes people feel peaceful.
Su Zhen didn't feel bored and listened carefully.
It was strange that it was her first time listening to Buddhist scriptures, but why did it feel so familiar to her?
They avoided the guards and just landed in a corner of the courtyard where the light could not reach, when they saw several young monks walking out of their rooms and leaving the garden.
She was not promoted to a demon and could not get too close to the gods and Buddhas. Su Zhen jumped up to the roof and wanted to get closer to find out what was going on. As soon as she took two steps closer, she heard the chanting stop inside, "Donor, come in, the gentleman on the beam is not doing what is right."
She hesitated for a moment, then dropped down from the roof and walked in openly.
The house was arranged like a small Buddhist hall, with sandalwood curling up. A monk was kneeling on the futon with his back to her, twisting the beads with one hand and knocking the wooden fish with the other hand. There was a Buddha statue in the niche in front of him.