wear it lord god

Chapter 1320 Willing to Be an Ugly Girl 47
I really don't like wading in muddy water, so what's wrong with eating meat and enjoying the scenery in my own farm.But there is no way, the owner of the body is the daughter of Mr. Fujiwara.

Now that you have enjoyed the treatment as this status, you should fulfill your due responsibilities.

The bullock cart was driving through the snow that was beginning to melt, and the road was very difficult.There are still potholes from time to time, shaking the car like a boat.

In fact, with this identity, apart from the fact that the car is larger than the average noble lady, and there are more entourages, and the flags hung on the car and held by the attendants are all the signs of the Fujiwara family.

Along the way, everyone they encountered avoided them one after another.When entering the city, the guards let them pass without questioning at all, and even bowed to the car.

This is power. If it is the empress dowager, queen dowager, or heavenly king passing by in a palace car, then it is not bowing and saluting, but kneeling.

Human beings are obsessed with this kind of power, which makes ridiculous and even terrible things happen for granted.

When they arrived at the gate of the mansion, the servants hurriedly put the straw mats in front, and Akui and Aling waited for the maids to help pull the hem of the skirt to prevent the clothes from being soiled by the mud mixed with snow on the ground.

The people in the mansion followed: "Master Daoist didn't come out after he shaved his hair yesterday. Mrs. Lunzi led people to break in, but was stopped by the guards at the door. Mrs. Lunzi was pushed to the ground because of this."

Hoho, it's so wonderful, even the wife is gone.It seems that Mr. Fujiwara is really going to become a monk this time.

From far away, I heard the sound of knocking wooden fish, and the smell of burning incense wafted to my nostrils.For a moment I thought I was in a temple.

A group of wives and concubines knelt in front of the corridor door, each with cushions under their bodies.Some knelt down to the point of drowsiness, while others knelt down to the point of death.

Taking off the wooden clogs, Xining walked in.Seeing her approaching, Mrs. Mingzi wanted to stand up, but she staggered and knelt there.

Xining walked over, and Akui and Aling helped Mrs. Mingzi up.

"Zunzi, persuade your father..." the very weak Mrs. Mingzi said with difficulty.

Although there was makeup on her face, she was obviously not in a good condition. Since Mr. Fujiwara shaved her hair yesterday and hid inside without seeing anyone, she and a group of wives and concubines have knelt down until now.

If it weren't for the habit of kneeling, this kneeling method could kill a person half to death, not to mention the long-term lead poisoning, and the more than ten kilograms of Chinese clothes on his body.

"My daughter will do her best." Xining comforted her. In fact, she knew that this was the general trend and she would not be able to persuade her to come back: "My mother is about to pass out, please help my mother down."

"No, if Master Daoist doesn't come out, I'll kneel and die here..." Mrs. Mingzi looked very stubborn.

But Xining took a look, and Ah Kui and A Ling helped her down.

That's how it should be, since kneeling is useless, why bother kneeling here.

Seeing that Mrs. Mingzi was gone, the other concubines also wanted to leave, but Mrs. Lunzi was still kneeling here, and they also wanted to see what the fifth lady would do.After kneeling for so long, I would have fainted long ago, so I don't care about waiting.

Xining walked directly to the inner room, but someone stopped him at the door.

Guards with knives stood on the left and right, still wearing the soft armor they had been on duty.There were also eight soldiers with spears, four on each side, in case anyone tried to jump in through the window.

The head of the guard stretched out his hand to stop him, and his words were respectful but also very strong: "The Daoist is guarding here, and no one is allowed to enter."

Everyone was watching, just waiting for Miss Fifth to suffer too.In this era, the husband guides the wife, and the son guides the father. Even the wife and son can't handle things, what can a young lady do.

Xi Ning laughed suddenly, and shouted loudly: "Is Mr. Fujiwara in the house?"

Everyone was stunned, and the face of the chief guard changed, and he said lividly, "How can Miss Fifth call you by your name?"

Xining asked back: "Didn't you become a monk? Are monks famous?"

When the chief guard choked, the monks were not worldly people.He took a deep breath: "Even if the Taoist priest has become a monk, but the Taoist priest gave an order before, the younger one must do his duty faithfully."

Xining smiled: "Don't worry, I will make you loyal."

Then he shouted: "There are people who are predestined for the Buddha's journey. Is there a monk in the house? My little girl wants to visit the Buddha."

After a while, someone in the room said: "My Buddha is merciful and saves all peoples from water and fire. Please come in, this female benefactor."

Xining raised an eyebrow at the chief guard, then walked in.

The head guard was left in a daze outside the door. If the person in the room was not Mr. Fujiwara, would what he just said count?
And a group of wives and concubines stared blankly at Miss Fifth entering the house, and some secretly looked at Mrs. Lunzi.Mrs. Lunzi knelt there, her whole body trembling slightly, her hands were clenched tightly, and the knuckles in her fingers turned white.

Can you not be angry, making trouble and rushing, but was pushed to the ground, almost breaking his waist.As a result, Fifth Miss stood at the door and said a few words before being let in.Then why bother!

When Xining walked in, he saw Mr. Fujiwara, who had shaved his hair, wearing a cloth monk robe, sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a string of agarwood beads in his hand, while pinching the beads one by one, While closing his eyes, he muttered words.I don't even know what scriptures I am reciting.

After thinking for a while, Xining went to the confession case, took three incense sticks, lit them, bowed three times respectfully, and plugged in the incense burner.Instead, he went to sit on a futon opposite Mr. Fujiwara.

Instead of kneeling, she sat cross-legged directly.

"Hi, monk!" Xining said calmly, "Do you have a Dharma name?"

Fujiwara Michijo opened his eyes suddenly, and gave her a sharp look.

Well, I finally look a bit like a person with power.

But he quickly closed his eyes again: "The Poor Monk's Dharma, Name and Practice."

"Pfft~" Xining burst out laughing: "Sorry, father, I'm not used to you calling yourself a poor monk. You don't look poor at the moment. There is no one else, so don't be like this. Anyway, what do you do? I won't object."

Mr. Fujiwara still kept his eyes closed, turning the beads in his hand: "Oh, you don't object?"

Shouldn't he be crying and fussing like a woman outside, begging him to return to vulgarity on his knees.

"Why do you object? You're just changing your name. As for whether you want to change your way of life, that's up to your father." Xining was a little hungry, and when he saw the offerings on the table, they looked pretty good.So he stood up, took a piece of pastry and took a bite.

It's a pity that the pastry has been scented with fragrance, and it has a fragrant taste.

She directly spit out her mouth to the brazier next to her, dropped the pastry she took a bite out of, grabbed an apple, and took a bite.

This apple was just placed yesterday, and it is still edible at last.

So he ate and returned to the futon and sat cross-legged.It's not easy for Twelve Singles to sit cross-legged, you know you won't wear this kind of clothes anymore.

Hearing the sound of her biting an apple, Mr. Fujiwara opened his eyes: "This is for the Buddha."

"If he wanted to eat it, he would have eaten it long ago." Xining chewed nonchalantly: "Isn't it said that if you eat something offered to the Buddha, ordinary people will live a hundred years after eating it, and add blessings and longevity. Father has also recited it so many times. It’s over, it’s almost ready to eat.”

(End of this chapter)