Fengdi Temple is a famous temple in the capital. However, not many people come to burn incense. The reason is that Fengdi Temple is famous because of the Taoist priest Qing Feng in the temple.
Taoist priest Qing Feng is a capable person, but he rarely sees visitors. The mountain road to Fengdi Temple is difficult to walk. The believers come here because of its reputation, but they can't see Taoist priest Qing Feng. They are frustrated and gradually stop coming.
Although there were few people coming to burn incense, Fengdi Temple was not abandoned and became an isolated temple. Even the fruits and vegetables offered were fresh and rare. Han Yan was worried that there must be someone behind Fengdi Temple who was rich enough to pay such a huge amount of money for incense.
Han Yan had a very bad impression of Fengdi Temple, and even hated it. Because in her previous life, she was kidnapped by bandits because she came to this place.
In this life, standing in front of the temple gate, looking at the building that was exactly the same as in her memory, Han Yan felt mixed emotions. From the past to the future, she seemed to have walked this road for thousands of years.
Zhuang Yu Shan had already ordered her servants to move some food and quilts donated to the temple. These were what the monks needed most on a daily basis, and the rest was unnecessary.
A middle-aged nun came over and led Han Yan and the others into the temple hall. Seeing the golden statue of Bodhisattva in the center, Han Yan sneered in her heart. It must be very wealthy for such an ancient temple deep in the mountains to have so much money to build a golden Bodhisattva.
Zhuang Yu Shan knelt down on the mat, and Han Yan also knelt down, looking directly into the eyes of the central Bodhisattva. She did not believe in Buddhism, because her mother believed in heaven, earth and Bodhisattva, but ended up being killed.
In her previous life, she lived a peaceful life, but it was ruined by someone's marriage plot. Aren't Bodhisattva supposed to save people from suffering? Then why didn't a Bodhisattva come to save her when she was struggling in the sea of suffering?
But... don't you believe it? Isn't her rebirth the result of a reversal of destiny? Did the Bodhisattva also not like her being bullied by the wicked and gave her this opportunity to change everything and start over?
Han Yan bent down and bowed deeply. When her head rested on the cushion, she closed her eyes and silently chanted in her heart: "Buddha, if you really have a spirit, please bless me to kill my enemy and let that evildoer get their comeuppance. Let Ming Er and the people around me live in peace. Even if Han Yan's life has to be exchanged, Han Yan is willing to do it."
After three respectful kowtows, Zhuang Yu Shan was already shyly asking for a marriage fortune. Han Yan glanced at her, and when she got a good fortune that satisfied her, Han Yan went outside with her. The nun who had led the way came over and asked them to stay in the temple for dinner.
The Zhuang family brought a lot of supplies to the temple this time, and Han Yan was not afraid that they would be stingy, so she called the guards and a few maids outside in. The monks were short of manpower, so the maids went to help.
The vegetarian food in the temple was very simple, but the porridge and side dishes were delicious. Zhuang Yu Shan found it hard to swallow, and seeing Han Yan eating so naturally, she despised her. She reluctantly moved her chopsticks, ate a few bites, and then put it down.
After Han Yan had her vegetarian meal, she naturally said goodbye to the monks in the temple, got on her carriage, leaned against the quilt and began to doze off.
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the entire compartment tilted forward. Han Yan was almost thrown out. Her eyes suddenly opened, clear as day, without any trace of sleepiness at all.
Lifting the curtain, Han Yan asked the guards around her in surprise, "Why did the carriage stop?"
A guard stepped forward steadily and clasped his fists towards Han Yan: "Miss, there is a problem with the horses pulling the carriage."
Han Yan was horrified and quickly opened the curtain and jumped down, but saw that the carriage stopped in front of a clump of trees, and the two horses pulling the carriage fell to the ground, their bodies heaving violently, and their eyes seemed about to close. A guard took a whip and whipped it hard, but the whipped horse just kicked its legs twice, its nose breathing heavily, and it seemed that it could not stand up at all.
"Why did this horse suddenly fall ill?" Zhuang Yu Shan also jumped off the carriage and asked curiously.
Han Yan looked at her in embarrassment, then looked at the guards: "What should we do? The carriage is parked here. If we ask someone to drive it again, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until dark."
When the guard heard this, they were sweating profusely. Zhou Shi had previously asked them to arrive at the agreed place before dusk, but now the carriage suddenly broke down, so they might not be able to make it in time.
Han Yan glanced at Zhuang Yu Shan and suddenly said, "Sister Yu Shan, why don't you let Han Yan get in your carriage, so as not to delay time and miss the fireworks dinner tonight."
Zhuang Yu Shan was about to refuse, but when she heard Han Yan say the words "fireworks banquet", she swallowed the words back immediately. At the fireworks banquet, she could meet many dignitaries and young men who she could not meet daily, and she did not want to miss this opportunity in vain.
The guard in charge's eyes lit up when he heard Han Yan's words, and he said, "That's good. The two ladies can ride in the same carriage, and I will find someone to guard the carriage."
Zhuang Yu Shan finally nodded, and Han Yan laughed and said affectionately, "Thank you for your help, sister."
Zhuang Yu Shan said, "Fourth Sister can get in the carriage, but the two servants can't. They can just follow outside."
Han Yan smiled and said, "Ji Lan, Shu Hong, just follow the carriage outside."
Ji Lan and Shu Hong quickly agreed. Unexpectedly, Han Yan agreed so quickly too. Zhuang Yu Shan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little unhappy.
Han Yan smiled, but if you look closely, you will find that there is no smile in her eyes. The mountain road outside is rugged, so it is not really a good idea to let the two maids walk alone. Fortunately, the carriage can't run fast, which reduces some of the burden on Ji Lan and Shu Hong.
Han Yan withdrew her gaze because the gazes from the people around her were too intense. If she didn't know that Zhuang Yu Shan was her mortal enemy, she would have thought that Zhuang Yu Shan was in love with her.
At this moment, Zhuang Yu Shan was staring at the mink cloak on Han Yan with an obsessed look. As she got closer, she felt that this cloak was extremely precious. The fiery red color made her want it very much, and the luxurious style draped on Han Yan's body made her eager to take this cloak for herself.
Han Yan turned around and saw Zhuang Yu Shan looking at the cloak on her body, and asked, "Sister Yu Shan, are you looking at Yan'er's cloak?"
Zhuang Yu Shan was startled, and deliberately looked away from her, and just asked: "Where did you get this cloak?"
Han Yan stroked the cloak on her body and said with a smile: "It was given by my grandfather."
When her grandfather was alive, he really loved her. Perhaps that was the only warmth from her family she received from anyone other than her mother in Zhuang mansion.
Zhuang Yu Shan heard this, and felt jealous and hateful. She was Zhuang Shi Yang's concubine's daughter who was raised outside the mansion. She had never seen what Han Yan's grandfather looked like, so she thought he must be very generous. If she could be raised in the Zhuang mansion, she would definitely get more good things.
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