August 29th is the time for sacrifices. In Nanming Temple, a popular temple in the southern suburbs of the capital, Yu Jian supported her grandma and followed the flow of people inside.
The eminent monk who was waiting quietly put his hands together and saluted, and led the faithful men and women into the dust-free temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.
"Grandma, you don't actually need to come." Yu Jian panted slightly, turned a corner, and came to a corner with slightly fewer people.
Grandma Yu patted the back of her hand, but stared at the big cauldron burning Buddhist incense in front of her, and said piously: "Come and worship Buddha, and pray for peace for you and Yu Yuan." Her grandson and grandson were injured almost at the same time, and they were mysteriously injured.
There are also hints in it.
Ever since the old man passed away, Grandma Yu has started to believe in Buddhism. Sometimes, for the old man, this may be a different kind of sustenance.
"When you get to the main hall later, you will also kowtow. If you are sincere, you will be spiritual."
Yu Jian sighed and could only agree.
When it was their turn, there were not many people in the main hall. Yu Jian quietly stared at the Buddha's Dharma image for a while, held up the incense and kowtowed three times before standing up and inserting the fine incense with red star flames into the black incense burner in front of her.
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Looking back, there was no trace of Grandma Yu. She was a little anxious and called in a low voice: "Grandma?" and followed the route to the Buddha to look for her.
Behind is the temple courtyard where people ask for votes. There is a big tree with dense branches and leaves, with strips of red silk tied on it, with the believers' wishes tied on it. And Grandma Yu, sitting under this tree, is a wrinkled old man.
In front of the monk, I don't know what he is talking about.
"Grandma!" Yu Jian walked quickly to her side, gently pressed his palms on her shoulders, and complained a little, "Don't run around, there are too many people."
Grandma Yu glanced at her with a smile: "I know." She continued talking to the old monk, probably wanting to ask for a peace charm or something.
The old monk asked her who she begged for. Grandma Yu pointed to her granddaughter behind her and added: "There is also a little grandson."
The old monk raised his head and looked at the girl who had just ran over. At this moment, Yu Jian happened to look up at the red silk rope hanging above her head and vaguely recognized a few words. Just when she turned around, she met the old monk's gaze.
Both sides were startled.
Those eyes are clear and deep, vast and majestic. At a glance, it seems that you have entered an unknown realm, surrounded by vast oceans of water.
Yu Jian was stunned for a long time before she finally came to her senses. She saluted the old monk, but she unconsciously used the same etiquette as when she was still in the Tang Dynasty.
The old monk smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard, and nodded lightly.
On the way down the mountain, Yu Jian was still thinking about the old monk's comment to her: "There will be no reward for your karma, you can only stick to your original intention."
She didn't quite understand. When she wanted to ask more carefully, the old monk's rest sign was revealed, indicating that it was fasting time.
Grandma Yu is very familiar with Nanming Temple: "There is a shop specializing in vegetarian food at the foot of the mountain. Want to try it? I heard that it was opened by the monks in the temple who returned to secular life."
Can a monk return to secular life? Yu Jian looked at grandma in confusion. Grandma Yu smiled again: "Maybe she feels that the food is too hard to bear, and the Buddha won't keep it..." but she was joking.
There is only this vegetarian restaurant in Nanming Temple, which is considered to be officially labeled. There are many people queuing up. Yu Jian got the menu in advance. There is no choice, only set meals. The price is very affordable.
There were two side dishes, one soup, one bowl of staple food, and one serving of fruit. It was enough for ordinary people. Yu Jian ordered two different dishes, intending to try more different dishes.
The dishes arrived very quickly, and they must have been prepared in advance. They were neatly placed on a tray. When Yu Jian looked at them, they were filled with red and green dishes.
"This eight-treasure vegetarian dish is so delicious. I have to come here twice a month just for this bite." Other pilgrims praised it.
"Who says it isn't? The taste of this vegetarian fried rice noodle is no worse than that of a five-star hotel. That means the master is unwilling to leave Nanming Temple, otherwise he would definitely make a lot of money if he opened it in the city."
Babao vegetarian dish is mainly based on various mushrooms. After being stir-fried and stewed with mushroom stock, it is topped with gravy and you bite into it. The mushrooms are plump and juicy, just like eating meat.
Let’s look at the vegetarian fried rice noodles. They use vermicelli made from bracken. They are cooked in boiling water and then chilled in cold water. Mixed with some seasonal vegetables and poured with hot oil. The flavor of chopped green onion and chili is strong, sour and spicy.
Very appetizing.
But Yu Jian’s favorite is lotus root slices. Cut the lotus roots into thin slices, soak them in water to remove the starch, blanch them in boiling water and then rinse them in cold water. Add the same thinly sliced pear slices and cooked lotus seeds and lilies, then add dill and lemon.
The skin is seasoned, and when you take a bite, it is sweet and crunchy, and the summer heat is instantly eliminated.
Grandma Yu has bad teeth, but she has a special liking for the delicious eight-treasure vegetarian dishes. Yu Jian silently finished the whole plate of lotus root slices, feeling that the trip was really worthwhile.
Before leaving, she once again looked at Nanming Mountain at the top of the mountain. Amidst the smoke and clouds, there was a loud bell ringing, which made people feel awe.
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If there is a cause, there must be a result. Those who do evil do not want to be punished, it is just that the time has not yet come.
In the capital detention center, Nishimura Kowako leaned against the cold wall dejectedly, her hair tied loosely behind her head, her face so pure and bloodless. She has been locked up here for a long time, and she would still make noises at first. She is a neon
As a Chinese citizen, China had no right to detain her. She asked for deportation and was sent back to the country.
People from the embassy came many times, but were turned away by the Chinese police. She asked Sato to contact the family to rescue her, but Sato told her that the Nishimura family had no time to take care of themselves, and the patriarch hated her as a black sheep, and even her family members hated her.
The teacher doesn't answer the phone either.
The once aloof queen of the neon country's refreshments is now slumped in prison like a lost dog.
She was defeated. Totally defeated.
"No. 3075, someone is visiting." Someone shouted from outside, and then someone came in and opened the door, and she followed him out in a daze.
"Miss Nishimura, why are you like this?" Through the glass, Han Yubai picked up the phone and pretended to say, as if he was caring about her, his tone full of regret.
Nishimura Kowako looked at him quietly for a while. Now she doesn't understand that she is really stupid. She has been completely used by this man. It was obviously a plan jointly made by the two of them, but in the end Han Yubai escaped alone.
She picked up the phone and felt unspeakably ironic: "Are you even here to laugh at me?"
Han Yubai smiled: "Of course not. I'm here to care about you. By the way, let me tell you, do you know why you can't get out of this square cage?"
Nishimura Kowako frowned, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Originally, you could exercise diplomatic immunity, and you could even return to the Neon Country unharmed. But someone didn't allow it. You hurt the person he cares about most, how could he let you go? As for a public trial, do
If you are a typical example, you will only be sentenced more severely..."
Nishimura Kowako felt her head was buzzing. She didn't listen to a word Han Yubai said. She only remembered that Tang Yuan would not let her go.
Yes, how could he let himself go?
With the past of Le Cordon Bleu and the past events stacked up, he probably wished she would die in China.
Nishimura Kowako smiled miserably, this was probably retribution...