"Why would I want to harm the entire Jiang Mansion?" Jiang Ruan said. If it was so easy to harm, how could she be willing? What she obviously wanted to do was to crush it step by step, turn it into dregs, and disappear from this world forever.
Jiang Ruan looked at Madam Jiang, who had closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to watch this lame farce. Xia Yan said: "Master, what can we do now?"
Master Xukong looked at Jiang Ruan: "If it was in the past, it would be fine to put her in the manor. But you take her back, now the resentment is getting worse day by day, it's best to find a family temple and let her stay in the temple for a few years, so that it can be calmed down a little, and maybe it can be resolved."
Lian Qiao, who was following behind Jiang Ruan, was startled in her heart. What a vicious mind, if she had been a nun in the temple for a few years, maybe people in Capital would have long forgotten that there was such a person as Jiang Ruan.
And once she was over the age, Jiang Ruan was getting older and older, and it would be even more difficult to find a marriage. Wrong, Xia Yan confirmed Jiang Ruan's fate of being a star of misfortune in front of so many people. Which good family in Capital dares to want her? Probably it's too late to hide!
In the silence, a low voice suddenly came: "Master, be careful with your words."
A yellow-robed monk slowly walked in from outside the hall. His beard was completely white and he held a Zen stick in his hand. Compared with Master Xukong, this old monk had a kind face and a holy temperament in his actions that could not be desecrated. He was really like a great disciple under the seat of the Buddha.
When seeing this monk, Lian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. Someone in the hall recognized the monk and exclaimed: "Isn't this Master Huijue? How come he is here?"
Master Huijue is much more famous than Master Xukong. All the rich and powerful families in Capital know that at the end of last year, a high-level monk with great Buddhist knowledge appeared in Capital.
Xia Yan knew something was wrong when she saw Huijue, but Jiang Ruan still stood in the hall with a smile on her face. She was suspicious in her heart, how could Jiang Ruan get involved with this monk?
However, thinking about what happened today, she must not let Huijue ruin things, so she smiled and said, "Why did the master come to the mansion? Is he here to exorcise evil spirits?"
Huijue clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly and said, "Amitabha." He turned to Jiang Ruan and said, "Miss."
"Big sister, you usually stay at home. When did you meet this master?" Jiang Susu asked innocently, but her words were heart-piercing. If Jiang Ruan was a lady in the boudoir, even if she was a monk, she would not be able to see him casually.
Jiang Ruan sighed softly and looked at Madam Jiang, who had opened her eyes at some point, "This is the gift I gave to my grandmother."
Jiang Quan said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"
Compared with Taoist Master Xukong, he naturally understood that Master Huijue was more trustworthy, but since he was related to Jiang Ruan, he could not help but be suspicious. "A few days ago, I went out with Lin Zixiang, the daughter of Lin Taishi, to pick some gifts for my grandmother, but we were not satisfied after choosing. My grandmother has no worries about food and clothing now, so she may not look down on even the most expensive gifts. I think the most important thing in the world is peace and health, and long-lasting blessings. I heard that there is a Master Huijue in the capital who is a disciple of the Buddha. It happened that Lin Taishi's mansion had some friendship with the master, so Jiang Ruan asked Lin Zixiang to ask for a favour and wanted to invite the master to pray for my grandmother."
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General FictionA Dream Within A Dream / Rebirth of Ill Fated Concubine Summary: Jiang Ruan, the eldest daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, was sent to the palace as a chess piece and fell in love with the gentle and elegant Eighth Prince. Who knew that when the pal...