Chapter 234

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wanbai looked at the window and didn't see anything.

Red bean shakes his head and says: "nothing, it may be that the maidservant is hallucinating."

She didn't tell Jiang Wanbai that she just seemed to see a face in the window. She was afraid to say it. No matter what it was, Jiang Wanbai would be afraid when she went to bed at night.

After all, the window is just above the bed. If the person who sleeps in the bed opens his eyes in the middle of the night, it is that window.

However, the window is a little high, at least you have to step on the bed to get the window.

And the people standing outside, if they don't need any cushion, they can't appear on the window. This is a temple, and there can't be any unclean things.

Red beans soon came up with countless reasons to eliminate their doubts in the heart, only to see just as an illusion.

She came here after taking a bath. When she came, Jiang Wanbai ran out. At this time, the cloak had not been wiped off. Red bean quickened her movement and put the cloak on the stove of the room to cover it. She put it on Jiang Wanbai only when she was sure it was hot.

"I should have put my cloak on it when I came in, so I don't have to wipe it for me and keep it warm." Feeling the heat wrapping his body, Jiang Wanbai said with a smile.

Having recovered the sense of security that she had a cloak before, Jiang Wanbai took Qi Qingxing out of the house without even taking Mrs. Tang. While touching her stomach, she murmured, "I'm so hungry."

After all, after all, walking so far on the mountain road, physical consumption is a little big, hunger is normal.

Jiang Wanbai didn't like to eat when he was walking, so even if Qi Qingxing had to let red beans and green bamboo take food with him, Jiang Wanbai didn't eat anything and would rather be hungry.

Just out of the yard, I ran into Qingzhu, holding a thin book in her hand. Her face was excited, especially after seeing Jiang Wanbai.

Qi Qingxing eyebrow heartbeat, heard green bamboo toward the river evening white a face to ask for credit: "master, I borrowed a small book, is just on the road childe told you about the Daqing Temple story."

"Do monks in this temple like to read storybooks Jiang Wanbai was surprised and reached for the script. He murmured, "I thought the temple was full of scriptures."

As soon as he opens the pamphlet, he is familiar with the painting style. Jiang Wanbai finally confirms that what Qingzhu is looking for is a storybook.

Green bamboo turned around and went to the dining hall. As he walked along, he explained: "master, this is not what I borrowed from monks. It's a villager who goes up the mountain to deliver cotton padded clothes and dry firewood to monks."

The villager lived at the foot of the mountain. It happened that today was the day when he went up the mountain. The story book was put in his chest. When Qingzhu happened to meet him, he helped to carry things together. When he turned around, the script fell at the foot of Qingzhu.

The villager is a good talker. When he sees that he likes it, he agrees to lend it to him. When he goes down the mountain, he will give it to him. His house is the second courtyard that goes East at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Wanbai listened to Qingzhu finish, but he couldn't help sighing: "you are very lucky."

"The master is lucky." Green bamboo scratched his head and said with a smile: "it is the master who wants to read this book, and this book appears. So it should be said that the master is lucky."

"However, originally I wanted to buy this book with money. After all, it is a storybook. It may not be particularly valuable for us, but it is a lot of money for the villagers at the foot of the mountain." Green bamboo road.