"Master, there are three donors who want to ask you something."
After he finished speaking, the room was silent for a long time with no one answering.
"Is there anyone in here?" Yan Yan pointed to the side room.
"Master Rong, please clean up."
"Squeak--" The door of the wing opened, and an old man appeared in front of Yan Yan.
She finally understood why Master Jingzhu wanted to tidy up things.
The old man in front of him had gray hair. Unlike Yan Yu, who had white hair with a hint of blue in it, Master Jingzhu had white hair that turned yellow after old age. Her face was covered with wrinkles, like a piece of white cloth crumpled into a ball.
But the look in his eyes and the demeanor around him didn't look like that of an old man.
After opening the door of the wing, Master Jingzhu's eyes have been fixed on Yan Yan, without even glancing at Xiao Bai Zhu and Qing Xuan.
"Master Tai."
Master Jingzhu nodded, "Take the two donors to rest."
Yan Yan was stunned.
The three of them are talking about the two donors, then...
"This female donor, please come in." Master Jingzhu turned sideways.
On the nanmu table, there are two cups of tea. The tea is soaked with tender bamboo leaves, just like Master Jingzhu's name, the tender bamboo leaves are motionless in the tea. A plate of glutinous rice ball skewers is placed in the middle of the tea cups.
Three bunches of glutinous rice balls are soft and small, one bunch is white dumplings, and two bunches are green dumplings. Next to the glutinous rice balls is a small plate of honey, and the golden honey is sprinkled with dried flower petals.
Yan Yan was not polite, picked up a bunch of glutinous rice balls and ate them dipped in honey. The white glutinous rice balls and honey were particularly delicious.
The glutinous rice balls are stuffed with petal paste fillings, and the taste is a bit sweet. At this time, take a sip of the bamboo leaf tea to relieve greasiness. After the soft, glutinous and sweet taste, there is the fragrance of bamboo leaves.
Three bunches of glutinous rice balls were eaten, and a cup of tea was finished.
It's just right, one more bite will make you tired, but one less bite won't be enough.
"It's delicious." Yan Yan rubbed his stomach.
Fortunately she is a ghost, otherwise she would not be able to eat so much.
"By the way, I heard from the villagers in Zhangmen Village that it was you who made Yao Niang's ghost disappear in Zhangmen Village three years ago." Yan Yu asked, "But I want to know, Yao Niang became alive after death.
Are you doing it behind your back when you appear like a human being?"
"Has the female donor been troubled in Zhangmen Village?"
Yan Yan shook his head, "No, there are two people following me." Although she considered herself to be more powerful than Xiao Bai Zhu and Qing Xuan.
"Yao Niang grew up in a nunnery. She had a bad mind and learned some evil forbidden arts. Therefore, after death, she will still appear in the world as she was in life, but in fact, she is like mud on the inside."
"What about Zhangmen Village? You said that there are other living dead souls in Zhangmen Village, but we haven't seen them in Zhangmen Village, and not everyone in the village is like Yao Niang.
He grew up here and learned forbidden arts." Yan Yan asked.
"Zhangmen Village..."
A few decades ago, Miaoxiangan did not exist. There were two villages here. Girls were often lost in the villages. During the transactions between the villages, it was found that the lost girls had become women and lived around the villages.
Every family does not want to lose their girls again. Not only is it a matter of flesh and blood, but only girls are willing to let them do chores.
Unknowingly, word spread that as long as there were foreign women, no girls would be lost in the village.
As soon as the two villages were combined, a Miaoxiang Nunnery was built. There were not many nunneries, and there would not be one in more than a dozen towns. It was also because of the construction of Miaoxiang Nunnery that more and more women were sent to abandon and make mistakes, and Miaoxiang
There are not many nuns in the nunnery.
"You sent all the people to Zhangmen Village? Did you sell Yao Niang to Zhang Sheng?" Yan Yan asked in shock.
Master Jingzhu shook her head, "Actually, the only one going to Zhangmen Village is Yao Niang, and she herself has to follow Zhang Sheng."
There were many nuns in the nunnery, and the two villages had a quarrel over which villager should be the nun. No one would give in to the other until an old lady took the land deed and came to live in Miaoxiang nunnery.
"That old lady is you, Master Tai?" Yan Yan looked at Master Jingzhu up and down.
Looking at her appearance, she can indeed survive from decades ago to now.
Master Jingzhu sighed, feeling tired, "I haven't been to Miaoxiang Temple for decades, and that old lady is my master."
The old lady's daughter was lost when she was young. After more than ten years of investigation, she found Zhangmen Village. She sold her dowry and came to Miaoxiang Nunnery, and sent the abandoned women in Miaoxiang Nunnery out of the town to make a living.
More and more girls were given away, and many of them married into good families. They would return to Miaoxiang Temple from time to time. Over time, rumors spread that Miaoxiang Temple was efficacious, and more and more people came to pray for blessings. Those two villages
Gradually it became Miaoxiang Town.
"What kind of livelihood can support so many women?" Yan Yan raised his eyebrows.
She had been in Wutou Mountain for such a long time, but she didn't see anything promising.
"The female benefactor thought of it, and Yao Niang thought the same way before." Master Jingzhu closed her eyes, "In this world, women who can live well are thought to be the credit of men. Yao Niang came to Miao Xiang Temple and thought
I wanted to climb up to the powerful, but I didn't know that I couldn't do it, so I took a back seat and took a fancy to the selected scholar Zhang Sheng."
Yao Niang also learned evil forbidden arts and was kicked out of Miao Xiang Nunnery. Only then did others find out that she had left Miao Xiang Nunnery. After that, I don’t know what happened and Yao Niang passed away. After a person dies, the evil magic takes effect and actually makes the deceased person’s body.
The soul appears as it was in life.
"That forbidden technique is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. It took me decades of skill to set up the formation in Zhangmen Village with a face as old as that of an old woman." Master Jingzhu touched the ravines covering her face, "The one in Zhangmen Village
It's a good deed. If I say that, it can be regarded as a good deed. I have told you, the female benefactor, what I know about Zhangmen Village. However, if you want to investigate, it is better to find out how Yao Niang died."
"Yao Niang's death?" Yan Yan pondered.
Speaking of which, I still don’t know how Yao Niang died.
"Yao Niang is a child with evil intentions. The rest happened after she married Zhang Sheng, and we don't know anything about it." Master Jingzhu stood up, "My body and bones can't last for that long. It's time to rest, female donor."
Please come back."
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Master." Yan Yan asked the last question, "Master, can you tell me the origin of that evil forbidden technique?"
"The female donor really doesn't know?" Master Jingzhu asked, with a strange and unpredictable look on her face.
Yan Yan frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Why do I know?"
Master Jingzhu stared at Yan Yu for a long time, as if she wanted to see through the depths of Yan Yu's heart. After closing her eyes, she opened them again and said, "In that case, if there is a fate, the female donor will take this handkerchief to Jin Zhifang in the capital, and there will be a meeting there."
Someone returns the forbidden technique to you."
As she spoke, Master Jingzhu took out a handkerchief from her arms. The handkerchief was embroidered with ink bamboo, and under the ink bamboo was a stone statue that looked like a gourd.
Yan Yan stared at the stone statue. He always felt that it looked familiar.
Outside the door of Miao Xiang'an, the vendors had closed their stalls and left. Xiao Baizhu and Qingxuan were standing where Yan Yan was eating beef offal soup, waiting for her.