The MC forgot the plot

一 ELEVEN 一

十一 An assassin has entered the temple

The temple was far from the capital that they have to travel for five hours and more. It was also the tradition of the old patriarch of the Meng estate. The road was tumultuous and bathroom breaks can only be done in secrecy.

Finally, they had entered the temple where a monk has already been there to accept the guests and lead them to their temple.

Lushes of green vegetations planted in the side, monks bowing down to meet the guests and leading them to their guest rooms while the scent of incense stuck into their clothes.

Halls upon halls, courtyards connected to each other while the chanting of the monks respond from the lecture halls. With steeply sloped roofs that are supported on elaborately decors and colorfully painted eaves and frames.

Walking furthermore is where one could see the main shrine where the guests from all over the place come to pray. With beddings to put their knees under and knock their heads piously, the image of the benevolent buddha sat down looking at the suffering of people with an indescribable smile on his face.

The pagoda of this temple looms on their small figure, like ants being oppressed by the authoritarian and solemn atmosphere. This temple is famous for its prediction where once the late empress of this dynasty had come. She draw upon the stick of becoming a Phoenix and surging into a new dynasty— it was the new ear of the Fu dynasty and the late empress is now the Empress dowager.

"This is the third miss quarters" the monk ahead of her says which made Meng Jia Yi's mind come to the surface. She then thanked the monk before coming in with XiXi behind her with all their luggage.

"Miss, please drink your medicine"

Meng Jia Yi looked at the murky medicine and with one whiff of it, she resisted the urge to vomit. The bitter the medicine the more potent its benefit but she can only pinch her nose and drink it after all her current body is in a fragile state.

"Here's the sweetened fruit miss" XiXi gave the sweet fruit that her miss loves to eat every time she takes her medicine. To be honest she was also afraid of the medicine she keeps on feeding her miss but it was the only way to be assured that her miss is healthy.

Soon the bell rang indicating that it was time for them to enter the main shrine and pray for the dynasty to flourish, for the royal family to always be at peace and healthy and for their estate's prosperity.

"Master"

Sima Guo Yin bowed to the head of the monastery and the rest of her daughter did the same. The master in her mouth was the compassionate-looking old man with the grey brocade and wooden prayer beads in his hands.

"Greetings to the madam and the ladies"

His voice was like the breeze that enters one's heated, frantic heart. Calm like the mountains that never once moved, his eyes were kind yet there is a sense of awe in everyone's hearts. He is kind in nature yet gives off this mysterious aura that made one unable to hide the secrets in their hearts.

Meng Jia Yi's eyes met the head monk's eyes, she seems to notice the slight bewilderment that flashed into his before being extinguished in a matter of seconds.

The head monk lead them to the main shrine where various offerings were presented to the buddha; the burning incense floats around the air; the warm flow of light draped upon their skins.

Knees buckled down to give respect to the Buddha before spreading their hands and then knocking their heads once more.

Meng Jia Yi looked at the smiling yet nonsmiling buddha resembling the lips of that of Monalisa. In fact, she doesn't have that devotion towards the buddha nor feels that there is a heavenly figure above the heavens.