Chapter 116: Worship Buddha with sincerity! (Part 2)
When Jiang Chengfeng rushed to the workshop, Uncle Wen and Uncle Yang were already busy. Now, the two old men regarded this place as their second home. They had lived in the Shen family for most of their lives, and they would naturally spare no effort to contribute to the development of the Shen family.
Some time ago, because Jiang Chengfeng was captured by the Red Immortal Cult, the production of the perfume workshop was temporarily stagnant. Although production has resumed now and the supply of petals has been increased, the output has not increased much. It is estimated that the maximum output is about 520 bottles per month.
After a round of searching, Jiang Chengfeng found nothing wrong, so he asked Uncle Wen about the location of Hongfa Temple. Hearing that the temple was more than 20 miles outside the city, Jiang Chengfeng hired a carriage.
Now, he is the first-class servant of the Shen family, and to a certain extent represents the reputation of the Shen family. If he goes out without taking a car, he will definitely be laughed at. Of course, the car fare is paid by the Shen family. This can also be regarded as a business trip at public expense.
Hongfa Temple was first built during the founding period of the Northern Tang Dynasty, hundreds of years ago. It has a long history and is very popular.
Seeing the endless stream of pilgrims coming to the temple to burn incense, Jiang Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh. He turned around and wanted to burn incense as well, but he didn't expect the monks in the temple to say that one stick of incense would cost two taels of silver , and three taels of silver for a fortune. They think I'm a fat sheep to be slaughtered!
Giving up the idea of burning incense, Jiang Chengfeng grabbed a passing young monk in a gray robe and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, little master, where is the female donor of Hongfa Temple--"
"What a sin! What a sin!" Before Jiang Chengfeng could finish, the little monk hurriedly chanted the Buddha's name with a look of disgust on his face, "My fellow donor, this is a pure place for Buddhism. If you want to find a female donor, there are plenty of them on the Qinhuai River--"
Jiang Chengfeng was slightly stunned, then reacted and cursed the little monk in his heart for being so ignorant. Am I the kind of person who comes to the temple to vote for money? Even if I want to go, I will go to the nunnery!
Not wanting to waste any more words with him, Jiang Chengfeng took out a tael of silver from his bosom and stuffed it into the little monk's pocket. The little monk's eyes immediately lit up, and he bowed his head and pointed to the temple gate, smiling and said, "In fact, turn right after leaving the temple gate, and walk another half a mile to find the female donor! Oh, it's at the Huitouke Inn!"
Jiang Chengfeng was sweating profusely, and hurriedly corrected him: "Master, you misunderstood! I am looking for the second daughter of the Shen family. I heard that she is eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures here--"
Hearing this, the little monk immediately stopped his smirk and pointed out to Jiang Chengfeng the Zen room where Shen Qingdie was in a righteous manner. The change was so quick that Jiang Chengfeng couldn't help but be shocked.
Jiang Chengfeng walked quickly in the direction pointed by the little monk, walked outside the door, looked through the window of the Zen room, and saw a charming figure. Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her slightly thin body was only covered with a plain robe. She knelt on the cushion with her palms clasped together, praying and reciting Buddhist scriptures.
It's only been a few days since I last saw her, but this girl has become much thinner and her former willful personality has also changed a lot. She is truly pitiful.
Seeing the pious look on the little girl's face, Jiang Chengfeng found a small stone and threw it in. It hit Shen Qingdie's feet with a crisp sound.
Shen Qingdie was angry. She hated being disturbed when she was reciting scriptures. What would happen if the Buddha misunderstood that she was not sincere in her prayers?
After hurriedly confessing her sins to the Buddha, she jumped up and was about to curse when she heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door.
"The orioles are singing on the island in the river! The fair lady is praying for blessings in front of the Buddha!"
Hearing this, Shen Qingdie was slightly surprised, then overjoyed, but tears kept flowing down. She looked around for Jiang Chengfeng, crying, "Jiang Dazhu, you big bad guy, where are you?"
"Girl, the small lake outside the temple has a nice view. Do you want to come and take some fresh air?"
Jiang Chengfeng's voice echoed in the room again, sometimes far away, sometimes near, and no one knew where this person was.
Shen Qingdie was overjoyed. She just ran two steps and then quickly turned back, kneeling on the cushion and said happily: "Buddha bless you! Thank you, Buddha, I will be back soon!"
As she spoke, she stood up, lifted her robe, and ran towards the small lake outside the temple like a gust of wind.
There is a small natural lake about 100 meters east of Hongfa Temple. Under the warm sunshine of early winter, the lake surface is sparkling. The willow trees by the lake are bare, and the cold wind makes people wrap themselves up.
Shen Qingdie ran to the lake, panting, and looked around, but she didn't see Jiang Chengfeng. But it was clearly the voice of that bad guy just now. Could it be that she was hallucinating because of excessive worry these days?
Just as she was about to call out loudly, she saw a person walking out from behind a tall willow tree, holding a bright rose in his right hand and walking towards her with a smile on his face.
Seeing this man, Shen Qingdie's eyes turned red, tears fell, and she whispered: "Big bad guy——"
After he finished speaking, he was already sobbing.
Although Shen Qingdie was wearing a plain white robe and looked a little haggard, she was still beautiful, especially her delicate and tender appearance with tears in her eyes, which made her even more lovable. Jiang Chengfeng secretly thought that it was not good. This girl so charming even before she fully grew up. If she grew up, wouldn't she be so charming that she would kill people?
Jiang Chengfeng smiled, walked up quickly, put the rose in his hand into Shen Qingdie's hand, and said with a smile: "My beautiful girl, this flower is for you, I wish you will be beautiful until old age!"
"Hmph! No!" Shen Qingdie snorted coldly, her lips pouted, but she quickly grabbed the rose in her hand, took a deep breath, her face full of intoxication.
Jiang Chengfeng held Shen Qingdie's hand and sat by the lake, saying with a smile, "Second Miss, how come you, a girl, came to this Buddhist temple?"
Shen Qingdie looked up at Jiang Chengfeng pitifully and said hesitantly, "Jiang Dazhu, do you still hate me?"
"Holding a grudge?" Jiang Chengfeng was puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"
"It was that night. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been captured!" Shen Qingdie sobbed.
Jiang Chengfeng sighed secretly, this little girl is really innocent and kind. However, from this simple little thing, it can be seen that this little girl is really guilty, and Jiang Chengfeng doesn't know what to say.
"Not only do I not hate you, I am also very grateful to you!" Jiang Chengfeng rubbed Shen Qingdie's head and said with a smile: "That night, if you hadn't helped me block it, I'm afraid I would have died under the sword of that villain!"
Shen Qingdie felt better and muttered, "Actually, I didn't know what was going on at the time. I just felt that if you died, there would be no point in me living, so I might as well die with you! Later, when I saw you risking your life to block the sword for me, I felt that everything I had done before was worth it!"
