"What did you say?!" Yan Yan gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, "I even protected you from the wind, and you actually called me old?"
"No, no." Shen Beizhu waved his hands quickly, "The best person in Prince Shen's house who treats me the best is my grandmother. You are as good to me as my grandmother."
"You have a conscience."
After getting off the sedan chair, Yan Jie was in low spirits.
Shen Beizhu thought that he would sit on the sedan chair again because of his initial enthusiasm, but he felt that his mood was no longer as high as before after getting off the sedan chair.
"It's exactly what you said, it's similar to making a coffin."
The three thousand steps were no problem for the two of them, and when they arrived at the Three Thousand Hall, they were just in time for lunch.
"The vegetables in Wanshou Mountain are all grown by the temple itself, and the water is mountain spring water. We are here at this time to pick grapes." Shen Beizhu knew that Yan Yan liked to eat, so he introduced her to the food in Wanshou Mountain, "Here The ordinary ones are different from those elsewhere, each one is round and full, and has the fragrance of gardenia."
"Miss Yan? Auntie?"
Shen Beizhu talked until his throat went dry, and then he realized that Yan Yan didn't pay attention at all.
Not interested in eating anymore?
Wanxiang Mountain is densely covered with trees, with tree trunks towering into the clouds.
Yan Yan's eyes fell behind one of the trees that only three people could hug together.
She just noticed a person standing behind the tree.
When Yan Yan looked over, the figure disappeared in an instant.
If she felt right, that figure had been following them for a while. It was so difficult for her to detect it. It seemed that the other party should not be underestimated.
"Okay, let's go pick grapes after we find the consort." Yan Yan looked away.
As soon as one foot stepped into the Three Thousand Hall, a loud sound sounded behind the two of them, and for a moment all the travelers and monks around them looked back.
There are two stone lions squatting outside Sanqian Hall, one of which has been broken into pieces.
"Did this stone lion cut corners?" Yan Yan pulled Shen Beizhu away quickly, "Hurry up, don't get us wrong soon."
Shen Beizhu turned around and looked at the broken stone lion, then looked at Yan Yan and hesitated, "Can you enter the Buddhist hall?"
Yan Yan tilted his head, "Why not?"
"It's not a trivial matter if this Buddha statue breaks." Shen Beizhu pursed his thin lips.
"I told you that the stone lion has nothing to do with us." Yan Yan turned around and left.
When Shen Beizhu went to worship the Buddha, Yan Yu was walking around the hall. When he saw the little monks peeking at her, he started to play tricks, but he still stood quietly looking at the compassionate Buddha statue.
"donor."
A host with a white beard and a peaceful face came to Yan Yan, followed by a young novice monk.
"Hosting." Yan Yan clasped his hands and nodded.
"Donors are not allowed." The host quickly stopped, "It is a great honor for the small temple to have a benefactor visit."
After Shen Beizhu knelt down and stood up, he saw the host standing next to Yan Yan. For fear that the host would discover Yan Yan's strange identity, he quickly stepped forward and pulled Yan Yan behind him.
"Shizi Shen."
"Host." Shen Beizhu nodded, as fast as a chicken pecking at rice, "We haven't eaten yet since we went up the mountain, so we went to the canteen first, and we will meet the host another day."
With that said, he took Yan Yan and left.
The little novice monk looked at Yan and Yu's leaving figure strangely, "Why is Master so respectful to that donor?"
The hosts of Wanxiang Mountain are all eminent monks, so there is no need to be so respectful even when meeting the Holy One.
The host shook his head and said nothing.
The vegetarian dishes are all vegetarian, but they use fungi and beans to the extreme. They are less greasy than meat and have a refreshing fragrance.
After finishing the vegetarian meal, Yan Yan almost wanted to meditate.
The two of them sat in the corner of the dining hall, and all the vegetarian dishes in the hall were served on the table.
Yan Yu can handle seven ingredients alone.
An elderly female donor came to advise, "Eating too much is greed."
While he was talking, Yan Yan had already taken a few bites of a fist-sized bag of three bacteria.
She is not greedy when she eats. How can she be greedy if she is not hungry or full? Food is the most important thing for people, and she feels the existence of every food.
The female donor was moved by the frankness in Yan Yan's eyes, poured a cup of tea for Yan Yan and left.
Yan Yan took a sip of tea and swallowed what was in his mouth, "What do you want to say when you come here?"
Although she is said to be frank, in fact, Yan Yan just reacts slowly when eating.
Shen Beizhu did not answer Yan Yan's question, but instead asked, "Do you know who just came?"
Yan Yan paused, "Your grandmother?"
Hearing this, Shen Beizhu almost choked to death.
"Will my grandmother ignore me?" Shen Beizhu said angrily, "My grandmother left two years ago."
"Where have they gone?" Yan Yan put the fried bamboo shoots into the steamed bun and took a bite.
"..." Shen Beizhu choked again, "The underworld."
"Oh." Yan Yan took a sip of tea, lowered his head and said, "I didn't know there was such a term."
"Nothing." Shen Beizhu said sadly, "Speaking of which, it's time to pay homage to my grandmother in a few days."
"You were reincarnated two years ago, right?" Yan Yan thought for a while, "Actually, you are only worshiping those lonely ghosts."
Shen Beizhu stared at Yan Yan seriously, "Really?"
Yan Yan pursed his lips and muttered vaguely, "Who knows?" He was secretly scared.
Almost leaked the secret.
Shen Beizhu didn't press any further.
He guessed that Yan Yan's identity was not simple. If it was really what he thought, it wouldn't be a good idea to ask Yan Yan.
"It's the consort."
Although both Yan and Yu were sitting in the corner, no one who entered the dining hall could ignore the two people with white hair and a table of food in front of them.
The prince-in-law saw Shen Beizhu and walked towards them.
"Sir Shen, how is the princess?"
As soon as he came, he asked about Princess Jiamin. If it weren't for the fact that he was Xu Niang's husband, Yan Yan would definitely think that he was a good consort.
"The princess is fine, my second sister is staying with the princess."
Seeing that Shen Beizhu's table could no longer accommodate a third person, the prince-in-law wisely went to another table.
Yan Yan stared at the back of the consort with a heavy gaze.
"Have there been any deaths in the princess mansion recently?"
Shen Beizhu pondered for a moment, "People often die in the royal courtyard."
"Why?" Yan Yan put down his chopsticks heavily, "Aren't you afraid of retribution for taking human life?"
"Training dead soldiers, coming to assassinate, and testing vegetables for poisoning, at least one will die every day." Shen Beizhu said, "If there was no princess, those people's lives would have been lost in the first place."
"Tsk." Yan Yan frowned slightly.
According to what Shen Beizhu said, it was impossible to tell whether the corpse aura on the consort's body was contracted from Xu Niang's corpse.
In the wing room of Sanqian Palace.
Only Yan Ji was left, so she summoned the evil intention.
"Are you feeling unwell here?"
Huoxin shook his head slightly, "After all, I am also the Ghost King, but I can't stay here for long."
"Mother Xu's soul is in the Palace of Impermanence. Let alone the palace, even in the underworld, people from the underworld cannot summon the soul if they want." Yan Yan thought deeply, "What method did that person use to summon the soul?"