Ling'er hurriedly entered, flustered, and didn't even have time to put on her clothes before running in, "Little master, what happened?!"
Meng Zixian looked at her helplessly. "It's fine. Go back to sleep."
Ling'er looked at her in confusion, her face full of suspicion. Meng Zixian got up and pushed her out, "Alright, alright. It's alright now. You can go to sleep."
After Ling'er left, Meng Zixian calmed down. She had been dreaming. Maybe it was because she still felt guilty, or maybe she just wanted to find out who the real culprit was.
Chen Huai Zai was her number one suspect, but when she thought of what she said last time, she felt that such a proud and arrogant person might really not go and beat a drowning dog.
Meng Zixian felt a headache coming on. Who else could possibly have a grudge with Huai Qingge?
Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind — Jade Sunflower.
Dai Jade Sunflower could be sure that she was Chen Huaizhi's person. When Meng Zixian thought about it now, she regretted not listening to Song Qi's suggestion and staying away from Dai Jade Sunflower. Now that she was stabbed, she felt that Song Qi He's words were sometimes correct.
Meng Zixian lay down and slept. The next day, she asked Ling'er to find a way to prepare some paper money.
Hearing this, Ling'er was a little afraid. "Young master, the palace forbids such things. Let's not violate the rules. If we get caught …"
"What are you afraid of? We are so far away." As Meng Zixian spoke, she suddenly thought that she could leave the palace, "Forget it, let's not stay in the palace anymore. I will go out myself."
Although Meng Zixian did not believe in Buddha, she felt that Huai Qingge had died a wronged death. It would be better for her to go to the temple and burn some paper money.
She told Ling'er to guard her own bedroom, and secretly took the command medallion out, but the person on duty today wasn't from Gu Jing City. Furthermore, another guard came out of the palace the moment Gu Jing City left the palace. Looking at the command medallion, he had a puzzled expression, but he didn't dare to stop it.
Meng Zixian went straight to the capital's most famous temple, the Chang'an Temple.
Meng Zixian looked at the golden Buddha, who was standing in the middle of the hall. The golden Buddha looked down at everyone with his eyes, as if he was looking right into her eyes, seeing through her false belief in the Buddha.
Meng Zixian clasped her hands, bowed her head guiltily, and kowtowed to him in a pious manner.
"This benefactor's fate is a bit strange."
An ancient voice came from behind her. Meng Zixian knelt on the prayer mat and turned around to find that it was a kindly looking monk wearing a monastic robe.
Meng Zixian looked at him suspiciously. The monk continued, "Almsgiver was lucky enough to survive. It's better to cherish it."
Meng Zixian was scared. Her words made her feel guilty. The monk opened his eyes. His bright eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, causing her to freeze on the spot. Her legs felt numb, but she didn't know what he was talking about.
"Since master is so powerful, can you transcend this soul?" Meng Zixian looked at him and took out the slip of paper with the words "Huai Qingge" written on it.
The old monk took it and looked at it, "You can't! Die in a cage, if you can't remove the unwillingness in your heart, you can't disperse it."
Meng Zixian's brow twitched, and some words stuck in his throat.
"Reverend, Lord Song is here." A little Shamei came over, clasped her hands, and bowed respectfully. The old monk understood and nodded. Before he left, he said to Meng Zixun, "There are some things that you don't need to force. What should happen will come. Just let it happen."
Meng Zixian looked at his back, and nodded thoughtfully. He thought that whether this old monk was right or had really calculated, there must be some hidden meaning behind his words.
She stood up, her legs a bit numb, grimacing in pain. It took her a long time to recover, and the little monk who had come to call her Master Fang said to her politely, "Benefactor, Master Fang said that if you don't mind, I would like to invite you to stay in the temple for two days."
Meng Zixian hesitated, but couldn't hold back her curiosity. In the end, she decided to stay.
As a result, he met Song Que.
Song Que and the old monk walked together. That old monk nodded to her: "Benefactor, I hope you still live here."
Meng Zixian was a bit embarrassed because she sneaked out of the palace. Indeed, as soon as she saw Song Qishen's eyes, she knew that Song Qishen wasn't happy again.
"Fang Dang!" A benefactor is asking you to come over! He said that he's in a hurry! " A little Shami ran over, sweating profusely. It seemed to be in a hurry, so the old monk was called away.
Meng Zijing was about to slip away when Song Que's cold voice came from behind him, "Did you tell Gu Jingcheng about this?"
Meng Zixian turned around and gave an embarrassed smile. Song Qi gave a cold humph, "Go back to the palace. If you don't greet us like this, something will happen to you sooner or later!"
"I will come out. Bye Buddha, please rest assured." These days, Meng Zixian really hadn't slept well and her face looked bad. At this moment, she was pretending to be wronged, which really made people feel tender towards her. However, Song Qi knew her very well.
"The master said that he wants me to stay here for two days!" Meng Zixian didn't forget that when Song Qishen and the old monk were together, he was very polite and respectful. Seeing that Song Qishen was about to start lecturing again, she immediately brought the old monk out.
Song Que's expression became relaxed: "Why would Grandmaster Wukong keep you here? Are you lucky? "What a joke!"
"Don't underestimate me, I'm a loyal believer!" Meng Zixian suddenly thought that if she lied in front of Buddha, she might be struck by lightning …
"You'd better go back quickly. Don't let anyone find out." Song Que gave him a few more words of warning and then left.
Meng Zixian let out a sigh of relief as he prepared to take a look at the scenery of the backyard.
Changan Temple was truly worthy of being called the number one temple in Dongsheng, with a circular shape, with the golden buddha as the center, and a few thousand meters outwards. The north was the main entrance, and the pilgrims came in to pay respects to the buddha, to the south were some residents, the monks were also living here, and some cultivators were also here.
Meng Zixian strolled around the south side of the residential area. There were all monks. This bald head was sparkling, and it almost made her dazzled.
The scenery was not bad, and the environment was quiet. It was a good place to cultivate. Meng Zixian was walking in the bamboo forest at the back, smelling the fresh air and listening to the wind.
When she was in the palace, although she was happy, she always felt bound and something was pressing on her heart. However, once she was outside, the first thing she saw was appreciation and her heart was truly relaxed.
Coincidentally, just after parting with Song Que, he saw him again in the bamboo forest, but he was attracted by the sound of his flute.