Chapter 46 Chanting

After the ceremony, the monks began to distribute fragrant flowers and spices for the believers to apply on their bodies.

Zhao Wangshu smelled it, and the rich fragrance made her almost sneeze. Amitabha, sin, sin.

Stuffed the sachet to Green Branch and said, "Put it away."

She would never smear it on her body. Don't tell her that she was blessed by the Buddha. She didn't believe what would happen if she applied it.

After the Buddha’s birthday, Mrs. Zhao no longer asked the girls to copy scriptures. She changed a method to hone the girls’ character: chanting scriptures.

Mrs. Cicada explained: "Recite the sutra thousands of times every day in front of the Bodhisattva devoutly."

The girls were shocked and recited the sutra a thousand times! Is this reading scripture? Are you going to miss them to death?

"Should you read it silently or read it out loud?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

“Read it quietly.” Lady Cicada replied.

As if she was afraid that they would not be willing to do so, Mrs. Zhao said: "Bodhisattva is merciful and Dharma is boundless. If you worship Buddha sincerely, Bodhisattva will bless you."

"Thank you, Mrs. We will recite sutras devoutly." Zhao Shuangzhi answered first, then squinted at Zhao Shuqing.

"Today is a day off. Starting tomorrow, you can go back to your room to rest after you go to the Guanyin Hall to chant sutras a thousand times." Mrs. Zhao said.

When the girls came out of the room, Zhao Yuxiu said with a mournful face: "I have to recite a thousand times, and my legs will be numb from kneeling."

"It is chanting, not kneeling, it should be Sit in lotus position." Zhao Shuhui said.

“Sitting cross-legged, my legs are numb after sitting for a long time.” Zhao Yuxiu pouted.

Zhao Wangshu persuaded: "It's better than kneeling. If you think about it this way, you won't be so sad."

"Who came up with this bad idea again? It's so frustrating. It really is." Zhao Yuxiu looked at Zhao Shuqing and said.

“It’s not me, I don’t have it.” Zhao Shuqing quickly denied it.

Zhao Shuangzhi stared at her unkindly, "It's not you, why are you nervous?"

"I, I'm not nervous." Zhao Shuqing took a step back, his eyes flickering. Dare to look at Zhao Shuangzhi.

"You feel guilty." Zhao Jiahua pointed out pointedly.

"I'm not, I didn't." Zhao Shuqing had tears in her eyes, pursed her lips, and looked at Zhao Wangshu with a pitiful and aggrieved look.

Zhao Wangshu laughed angrily. She was not a man and would not show mercy to her.

But even though he doubted her and didn't want to speak for her, he didn't want to cause trouble to Mrs. Zhao, "Okay, let's go back to the room and rest. From tomorrow on, we will be very tired."

Everyone left Zhao Shuqing behind once again and left together, leaving Zhao Shuqing to return to the meditation room in tears.

I got up early the next morning and went to morning class. Zhao Shuqing did not show up, and then I found out that she was ill.

“Are you really sick or are you pretending to be sick?” Zhao Shuangzhi curled his lips.

"Whether it is a real illness or a feigned illness, she does not need to go to the Guanyin Hall to chant sutras today." Zhao Yuxiu said angrily.

“She is so treacherous.” Zhao Yuying said resentfully.

In fact, Zhao Shuqing is not so cunning. She is really sick. Her body is already weak and she still stays up late to read the Heart Sutra.

Being ostracized by her sisters, she cried for half the night. She couldn't hold it any longer and fell ill.

There were monks in the temple who were good at medicine and checked her pulse and prescribed medicine.

Zhao Wangshu and the others chanted sutras every day and were very tired. Of course, they deliberately did not visit the doctor. Living in the same hospital, Zhao Shuqing seemed to not exist in their eyes.

After ten days of chanting sutras, this pious Buddha ceremony is about to come to an end. Mrs. Zhao sent Lady Cicada to tell them: "Pack your bags and go back to the city tomorrow."

"I can finally go back." Zhao Yuying almost cried with joy.

They have not endured much hardship in the temple for more than twenty days. This one time is enough for them to worship the Buddha.

The next day, the abbot personally sent the female relatives from each province down the mountain, "Amitabha, the poor monk wishes all the donors peace and happiness."

"Amitabha, Master, take care of me." Everyone clasped their hands together. road.

Outside the mountain gate, carriages from various prefectures have long been waiting there.

On the way back to the city, Zhao Wangshu leaned on the brocade cushion and closed her eyes to rest. She was not sleepy, but she didn’t know what to say to Zhao Shuqing, who was looking at her with tears in her eyes.

Zhao Jiahua tilted his head to one side and Liu Shuqing lowered his head. Zhao Shuqing waited for a long time but did not wait for them to talk to her. She felt extremely aggrieved.

When she copied scriptures, she really wanted to please Old Mrs. Zhao, but she really didn’t expect that Old Mrs. Zhao would let her sisters copy together.

As for chanting sutras, she just mentioned it and had no intention of encouraging the old lady to let the sisters go to Guanyin Hall to chant sutras.

The sisters really shouldn’t be angry with her.

"Sister Hua." Zhao Shuqing called softly.

Zhao Jiahua didn’t hear anything and still looked outside through the gap in the curtains.

"Sister Hua." Zhao Shuqing was crying.

“Don’t talk to me.” Zhao Jiahua said coldly.

"Sister Hua, I really didn't say anything to the old lady, and I don't know why the old lady did that." Zhao Shuqing said aggrievedly.

"The matter has passed. I don't want to talk about it anymore. You haven't recovered yet, so just be quiet." Zhao Jiahua didn't even look at her when he said these words.

Zhao Shuqing was still sick. Mrs. Zhao was afraid that she would spread the illness to herself, so she didn't take her with her in the car and stuffed her into the car.

At this time, a gust of wind blew by and the curtains were raised high. Zhao Wangshu opened his eyes, "Do you smell anything?"

Zhao Jiahua took two strong breaths and said, "Yes. It smells like blood."

"It smells like blood." Liu Shuqing said calmly.

"Why is there the smell of blood? Cousin, you smelled it wrong." Zhao Jiahua said.

"I can't smell it wrong. My mother died in childbirth. The room is full of this smell. I can't smell it wrong." Liu Shuqing had deep sadness in his eyes.

"Cousin." Zhao Jiahua put his arm around her shoulders.

“But on this official road, how could you smell it?” Zhao Wangshu’s eyes widened in horror. She heard the sound of swords clashing.

The carriage stopped, and then the driver’s frightened voice came, “Girl, something happened ahead.”

Needless to say, Zhao Wangshu and the others knew something was going on, and they started to The wind blew in through the curtains, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was frightening.

"Crash." Zhao Jiahua opened the car door and saw someone fighting not far away.

Among the people fighting, four were wearing navy blue outfits and one was wearing black clothes.

The five of them were surrounded by more than a dozen people in gray clothes. They were surrounded by corpses and rivers of blood. Could it be that the smell of blood was so strong?

"It's Long Tingwei." Zhao Jiahua said

Zhao Wangshu knew without her having to say that she saw Yun Hao.

Who is so bold as to besiege Long Tingwei?

Yun Hao must have discovered something. Someone wants to kill someone and silence him?

"Ahhhh!" The shrill scream made Zhao Wangshu tremble. The female relatives screamed when something happened, calling for anyone who could help. There was nothing wrong with it.

But the screams attracted the attention of the killers. Two of them came over carrying bloody swords.

　“What to do? What to do?”

“Stop screaming, stop screaming.”

“Run away, run away.”

“I’m going to die! I’m going to die!”
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　“Oh woo woo, I don’t want to die.