The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 221 Quiet
Yan Sanhe was surprised again.

The first thing people look at is almost always their appearance, whether beautiful or ugly, tall or short, fat or thin...

These are the most intuitive things.

And Jingchen gives people the feeling of being quiet?
Quietness is a temperament.

This temperament must be extremely outstanding in order for people to ignore other things about her.

So, Yan Sanhe continued to ask, "Why do you feel this way?"

"do not know."

Hui Ru looked out of the room with some sadness, "I feel that she is very settled and responsible. She is not the kind of person who talks too much and is different from other women."

Yan Sanhe: "What are the facts?"

Hui Ru: "It's true. Jingchen doesn't talk much, and she never makes trouble. She is polite to everyone she meets. In the past 18 years, I have never seen her blush with anyone."

Yan Sanhe: "Not even once?"

Hui Ru: "Miss Yan, for people like us, who have no desires or demands, no competition and no competition, who else can we make love with?"

Silent, quiet, and good-tempered.

Yan Sanhe thought for a moment and then asked, "What does she look like? Ordinary, beautiful, outstanding, or stunning?"

Hui Ru: "Beautiful, very white."

Yan Sanhe asked, "What does whiteness mean?"

Hui Ru: "My face is clean, not even a mole."

Yan Sanhe: "I saw her hands in the coffin yesterday. They were very beautiful."

Hui Ru nodded, "When she was young, her hands were even prettier than her face, and each one was like a green onion. I often felt that her hands should not be the hands of a nun, but the hands of enjoying happiness." .”

Yan Sanhe: "Have you told her this?"

Hui Ru: "Monks don't lie. I just thought about this in my heart."

Yan Sanhe: "She can read?"

Hui Ru: "Knowing it, but she said she didn't know much."

Yan Sanhe: "Can you write?"

Hui Ru: "Yes."

Yan Sanhe: "How was the writing?"

Hui Ru took a stack of Buddhist scriptures at hand and said, "This is what she wrote. Miss Yan, please read it."

Yan Sanhe took it and flipped through a few pages, his eyes darkened: This word is really ordinary, it doesn't look like it came from a scholar.

Yan Sanhe: "How is she doing at work, washing, cooking, cleaning, sewing?"

Hui Ru: "Except for cooking, which is not very tasty, I can do everything else."

Yan Sanhe: "She came to your Shuiyue Temple during the winter solstice. What do her hands look like?"

Hui Ru didn't need to think too hard before answering: "The skin is tender and the flesh is as tender as the hands of a wealthy lady. They are well maintained."

The daughter of a wealthy woman doesn't have her fingers wet with spring water. She doesn't know how to do laundry and cooking, but Jingchen can do it.

It is impossible for a person who is used to doing rough work to develop such hands, but Jingchen has such hands.

Very contradictory!

Yan Sanhe: "You said she is a rich young lady, but didn't she look like a woman when she first came to Shuiyue An?"

Hui Ru: "It's a woman who has done what men and women do."

Yan Sanhe: "So sure?"

"Miss Yan, a girl's eyebrows are different from a woman's."

Hui Ru looked at her and said: "She looks like a girl, with green eyebrows and clear pupils. She is a virgin at first glance and has not had sex between men and women."

Yan Sanhe blushed when she said that.

"Jingchen's eyebrows are a little messy, and the whites of her eyes are unclear and turbid. That's the look of a woman. Besides, there are very few 27-year-old women in our country who are not yet married."

"Since she is a woman, then..."

Yan Sanhe: "Can you tell whether she has given birth to a child?"

"No!" Old nun Hui Ru's tone was very certain. "Why?"

"To see if a woman has given birth, just look at her waist. Jingchen's waist is as slender as a willow, and she has definitely never given birth."

There have been men, but no children;
Beautiful and fair-looking;

She has a pair of slender hands like a wealthy lady;

I have read a little bit of books, know a little bit of writing, and don’t cook often.

Yan Sanhe quickly extracted some key information in his mind.

"In the past 18 years, you have been together day and night. You should be closer than family, right?"

"Correct!"

"So you should know everything about her experiences in the past 18 years?"

"The girl is right in asking. I know everything that happened after she entered the nunnery."

"Pick the three most important things, the things you remember the most, and tell them to me."

"Let me think about it."

The speed at which Hui Ru moved the beads suddenly became faster, but after just a few moves, her hand suddenly stopped.

"Miss Yan, she never celebrates her birthday."

"Oh?"

Yan Sanhe's heart was lightly poked by something.

"We monks actually don't have a birthday. Your mother narrowly escaped death when she gave birth to you. This is a difficult day. On your birthday, we only do two things, one is to release animals, and the other is to chant sutras."

Hui Ru: "Releasing animals should be done in the morning; chanting sutras should be recited all day long. Some devout disciples will start copying the Heart Sutra half a month before their birthday and give it to their mothers on that day."

Yan Sanhe: "Where is she?"

Hui Ru shook her head, "In these years, I have never seen her let go."

Yan Sanhe: "Do you know when her birthday is?"

"I just don't know, that's why I'm curious."

Hui Ru: "When the old nunnery master was here, he asked her when she was born. She said that she had long forgotten about the things in the world."

Yan Sanhe frowned, "Did you really forget it, or did you just not think about it?"

"Who knows?"

Hui Ru: "Monks don't ask about cause and effect, only about practice. So after that incident, the old nunnery master never asked again."

I really forgot!

Yan Sanhe picked up the tea cup and hid the sadness in his eyes, "Is there any more?"

Hui Ru: "She has an adopted daughter, Miss Yan. Is this an important thing?"

"Adopted daughter?"

Yan Sanhe's eyes lit up, "Where did it come from?"

Hui Ru: "I picked it up at the entrance of the nunnery, just like Lan Chuan."

There are too many people abandoning wives and daughters in this world. Every one or two years, Shuiyue An will find a baby girl at the door of the nunnery.

As time went by, there was an unwritten rule: whichever nun was willing to hold the baby girl in her arms would be responsible for raising that baby girl.

"Jingchen's adopted daughter is named Mingyue. Jingchen has raised her for eight years. Later, a couple in our nunnery fell in love with Mingyue, so they took her back and made her their daughter."

Yan Sanhe felt that what he heard was confusing, and thinking of Lan Chuan's life experience, he asked: "How many escape routes have been arranged for young nuns like Mingyue and Lan Chuan in the nunnery?"

"One is to be like Mingyue, who was taken away by his wife and returned to secular life; the other is to stay in Shuiyue Nunnery and become a nun all his life. Those are the two paths."

“More people take the former path, or the latter path?”

"When the girl says this, it shows that she is still young and has not experienced the real world."

Hui Ru couldn't help but smile.

"For so many years in Shuiyue An, the number of people who can take the road ahead is no more than a slap. These days, who would go to a nunnery and lead a girl of unknown origin?"

(End of this chapter)