Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 129 Chanting Ceremony
In the main hall of the royal temple, a ten-person-high cast gold Buddha stands directly above it.There are 150 small palm-sized Buddhas on the left and right, with different clothes and faces, laughing and cursing, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and all kinds of worldly states appear on their faces.

In front of him was a red confession case with engraved patterns, on which were placed fresh fruits and a cauldron covered with incense ash. Jian Yunling held three buddhist incense sticks curling up from the green smoke, and knelt on the yellow futon in front of the case, closing her eyes and meditating. what.

The abbot was standing on her right hand side, with a wooden fish the size of a bell mouth at his feet. The monks in other temples were all dressed in gray robes and bright yellow cassocks, sitting cross-legged behind her in five rows.

After Jian Yunling finished praying, the abbot took the green incense from her hand, put it in the cauldron, and then bowed and said: "Please follow everyone to chant scriptures together, and pray for the imperial concubine to be saved."

Jian Yunling put her palms together and answered yes, closing her eyes devoutly.

The abbot nodded in satisfaction, sat down behind the wooden fish in his robe, picked up the mallet, and struck regularly.

Accompanied by the ethereal knocking sound of the wooden fish, the monks chanted scriptures neatly.

The chanting ceremony lasted for a whole afternoon, and it was not over until the sky was slightly yellow and the setting sun was like a charming veil covering the entire sky.

After the ceremony, Jian Yunling followed Yu Wenzheng's instructions to check the ever-burning lamp of Emperor Wen Ci, and handed the abbot a huge amount of money before leaving.

On the way back to the room, Jian Yunling couldn't help thinking, it seems that Yu Wenzheng has a deep affection for his mother and concubine.Not only did he recite sutras for her every year, and ignite the eternal light, he even called his mother and concubine's name when he was in a coma that day.

The death of his mother and concubine must have hit him hard.

Thinking of this, Jian Yunling suddenly came to her senses.

What does the depth of his feelings for his mother and concubine have to do with me?Besides, who knows whether he was really in a coma or a fake coma that day, maybe it was another scene.

Seeing that she had already reached the door of the room, Jian Yunling shook her head to disperse the wild thoughts that filled her mind, pushed the door open and walked in. Aunt Lan was setting up a table full of fast food. After asking, she found out that it was brought by a young monk after the ceremony.

Sitting down at the table, there were no outsiders at this time, so Jian Yunling asked Aunt Lan to eat with her, Aunt Lan refused several times, but finally she couldn't persuade her and sat down.

The two chatted while eating, and Aunt Lan picked up a chopstick of fresh lettuce and sent it to her bowl, asking, "Princess, is the ceremony going well?"

Jian Yunling's chopsticks were on the edge of her mouth for a moment, and she imperceptibly suppressed the emotions in her eyes, and said casually: "It's okay, it's going well."

Aunt Lan didn't notice her strangeness, so she muttered to herself: "The prince is really filial to his mother and concubine. This old slave heard people say that the prince was very sad when the gentle and noble concubine passed away due to a sudden illness. After staying behind closed doors, he went to the battlefield at his own invitation. Probably because the pain of losing his mother has not passed, the prince accidentally injured his legs with a poisoned arrow when he was fighting the enemy, and he has been unable to walk since then."

"Aunt Lan." Jian Yunling interrupted her abruptly, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said indifferently, "I'm full."

Aunt Lan was surprised that she was full so quickly, but she didn't say much, and silently cleaned up the dishes for her.

As the sky was getting dark and the moon was shining, the night owls in the mountains wailed loudly.Occasionally, there is a slanting wind blowing, making a dull whistling sound, and the swaying tree shadows are reflected on the paper window sash, which has a leisurely style.

This night is destined to be peaceful, but it is also destined to be unstable.

(End of this chapter)