The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 45: Life has arrived
Shen Qinghe, who was often mentioned by Lang Jiuchuan and Jiang Che, was sitting opposite Zhao Kun in the study of Zhao's house.

Zhao Kun took a sip of tea, looked at Shen Qinghe and said, "I've been very busy these past few days. Now that Dad has passed away and the funeral is done, I finally have time to talk to you."

Shen Qinghe held the teacup in his hand and said, "The teacher passed away so suddenly that I was caught off guard. Fortunately, he passed away peacefully without any regrets."

Zhao Kun twisted the lid of the teacup, scraped it gently, and said, "To be honest with you, although Dad passed away peacefully, it was not sudden."

Shen Qinghe was stunned. What did this mean?
Zhao Kun put down the teacup and said, "I asked you to come over to talk because of the two unpleasant words that the ninth girl from the Lang family said to you today."

Shen Qinghe was getting more and more surprised, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "Brother Qining, do you also think that girl is too arrogant and has a bad mouth?"

Zhao Kun shook his head and smiled: "That kid really doesn't care about other people's lives."

Shen Qinghe: “?”

Is this a compliment or criticism?

"Brother, that girl is indeed vicious, but she is also a bit weird... uh, a bit magical."

Shen Qinghe looked confused. "My brain has been stimulated by various things recently, so my usually clear and flexible brain has suddenly become deformed, so that I can't understand what you are saying?"

Seeing his puzzled expression, Zhao Kun straightened his face and said, "What I mean is that you should not take the child's words lightly."

Well, I didn't intend to take it to heart, but don't you?

Shen Qinghe frowned: "Brother Qining, you might as well make your words clearer."

"In fact, she saw Dad's death and pointed it out." Zhao Kun did not elaborate on the cause and effect. After all, every family has secrets that are unknown to outsiders, and no matter how close the relationship is, it is impossible to tell everything.

Especially since his father risked the whole family's misfortune to save a family line that should have been extinct. Shen Qinghe is trustworthy and upright, but there is a saying that only the dead can keep secrets. Why let one more person know about such a thing?
So Zhao Kun just said that Lang Jiuchuan saw that Mr. Zhao’s time was coming, and it turned out to be true, and said that she would see something unusual.

"It's better to believe it than not to believe it. I was a little surprised that she came here today. She actually came for you. I'm afraid she really knows something." Zhao Kun said, "Peng'er has grown up under my watch. When he came to the Zhao family, Dad loved him very much. We don't want to see him get into trouble. Now his health has reached this point and there is still no improvement. Even if this road is blocked, we should try another one. It doesn't matter if we get hurt. Although it's risky, what if it's a way to survive?"

Shen Qinghe clenched his hands on his knees into fists, pursed his lips, and said, "So there is such a thing. I find it strange. I have never met this woman before, but she came straight to me and spoke nonsense, and even told me about Peng'er's situation. If she wants to help Peng'er, what does she want?"

Zhao Kun tapped the table and said, "Only she knows this. If it is within her bottom line, why not agree to it for Peng'er?"

Shen Qinghe has two children. The eldest daughter is married, but he only has one son. The couple loves each other very much and they have no concubines or maids. If something really happens to them, the blow will be unbearable.

“My dear brother, the strange people in the world are not only found in the Xuan clan. They just don’t dare to show up.” Zhao Kun said meaningfully.

Shen Qinghe was startled, as if thinking about something.

After leaving Zhao's house, Shen Qinghe looked at the sky and went directly to Ci'en Temple. Under the watchful eyes of a group of servants, he entered the Zen temple where his son lived.

Madam Shen was in the meditation room. When she saw him coming in, she came over. Seeing that he looked tired, she handed him a hot water bottle and said, "You are tired after attending Mr. Zhao's funeral today. You don't need to come. Why did you make this trip?"

"I came to see Peng'er. Is he feeling better?" Mrs. Shen was fine at first, but when she heard this, tears welled up in her eyes. She shook her head slightly, wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and said, "He just went to bed. Go and see him."

Shen Qinghe's expression darkened. He patted her shoulder gently and walked towards the bedroom.

There was calming incense burning in the room, the aroma was faint, casting a thin layer of smoke under the orange light, the six-character mantra and a picture of Medicine King Bodhisattva were hung on the wall, and there was a peace amulet tied to the head and foot of the bed.

On the narrow bed, lay a thin young man, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with sunken cheeks, pale face, dark circles under his eyelids, and a sickly and lifeless look. Covered with a thick quilt, his chest was barely visible rising and falling.

Compared to the previous two days, he seemed even weaker.

Shen Qinghe's heart tightened, and he inexplicably remembered Lang Jiuchuan's words. He subconsciously took a few steps back and away from his son.

Mrs. Shen was shocked when she saw it: "Master?"

What's wrong with him? Can't he recognize his son? What does that terrified expression like he's seen a ghost mean?
Shen Qinghe clenched his hands, gurgled in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to talk to the host, you watch him."

Mrs. Shen couldn't help feeling a little resentful when she saw his hurried steps, but she said nothing. She turned her head and saw her son's thin appearance. Her heart ached and tears fell.

She walked quickly to the statue of Medicine King Bodhisattva, took three sticks of incense, placed them on her forehead, bowed three times devoutly, and inserted them into the incense burner. She knelt on the ground again and murmured, "Bodhisattva, if you can keep my son safe, I am willing to shorten my life by ten years. Amitabha."

The faint fragrance rises up and is reflected on the face of the Bodhisattva statue, making it hazy.

Shen Qinghe came to the main hall of Ci'en Temple in the wind and snow. Abbot Jingci was already waiting inside. He put his hands together and bowed to the other party. Without any greetings, he went straight to the point.

"Master Host, my son was corrupted by evil spirits and his fate was damaged. But was it because of me?"

"Amitabha." Abbot Jingci bowed slightly, chanted a Buddhist name, and said, "Donor Shen, don't worry so much. Everything has cause and effect, and cause and effect have reincarnation. Donors have a righteous heart for the people, and the people will repay you."

Shen Qinghe's heart sank. Is this true?
"Master Host, can my son be saved?"

Abbot Jingci took three incense sticks, lit them, handed them to him, and said with a smile: "Young donor Shen has a chance of survival."

Shen Qinghe was shocked and looked at him intently. After Jingci smiled, she clasped her hands together, nodded slightly at him, and left.

thump.

A deep and long bell sound came from deep within the temple.

Shen Qinghe came back to his senses and raised his head. The tall Buddha, covered in sandalwood smoke, looked even more compassionate. His half-open and half-closed eyes looked at all things in the world with compassion and lifelike eyes.

His heart was moved, he put his hands together and bent down, having made a decision.

　The title of the book is the same as the tickets, both are requested. After all, I can’t think of a good one myself, and the editor can’t think of one either~O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　(End of this chapter)