Lamp Flower Smile

Lu Zhen returned to the house at the end of the corridor and knocked lightly on the door.

Yin Zheng, who was waiting at the door, quickly opened the door a crack, and Lu Zhu quickly walked in.

Yin Zheng looked at her nervously: "Is everything done, girl?"

Lu Chen said "hmm".

Yin Zheng just breathed a sigh of relief, then helped Lu Zhuo take off his cloak, peeled off the outermost oilcloth of his shoes, and burned it carefully under the fire.

"Girl, that fragrance..." Yin Zheng asked again.

"I sprinkled it into the canal when I came back. It rained heavily tonight. Once the water washes away, it won't leave any traces."

Yin Zheng nodded, completely relieved this time: "That's good."

From this house in Wuhuai Garden, you can go directly to the abandoned side hall of Wan'en Temple through the forest path in front. The road is a bit circuitous, but it's better than being hidden. As soon as he heard Du Changqing mention his naughty and playful behavior when he was young, Lu Zhu made a note of it in his mind.

The path has not changed over the years.

She had poured out all the burnt "Sheng Qian Bei" in the shrine and replaced it with ordinary incense ashes. The ashes of the "Sheng Qian Bei" had also been thrown into the ditch. The heavy rain tonight left no trace.

As for Ke Chengxing...

Lu Zhuo changed out of his middle coat and asked Yin Zheng, "How about Wanfu?"

"I've been back a long time ago." Yin Zheng replied in a low voice, "The servants are playing leaf cards in Tongjiaoyuan."

Lu Chen nodded and walked to the couch: "Go to sleep."

Yin Zheng was stunned: "Are you going to sleep now?" She was full of questions and wanted to ask Lu Chen, but she saw that Lu Chen was already on the bed, so she had to give up. The smoke from burning oil paper in the room dispersed as soon as the wind blew. Yin Zheng closed the window, turned out the light, and climbed onto the couch to sleep.

Maybe it was the rainy day that made him sleep well, or maybe it was the ringing of the Buddhist temple bells that made him sleep deeply.

She had a long dream.

The dream was the first year after she followed Yun Niang to Luomei Peak.

Luomei Peak is very beautiful. In winter, the mountain is covered with snow, and the branches are covered with red leaves. There is poetry everywhere, with plum blossoms covering every ridge.

Yun Niang was wearing a pink mink fur coat, her black hair was tied into a high bun, and she was sitting in front of the hospital, brewing medicine.

The bitter aroma of the soup filled the tip of his nose. Lu Zhuo sat on the small spoon in the room, silently waiting for Yun Niang to boil the new medicine and bring it to her to drink.

There is a beautiful purple clay incense burner on the table, which Yun Niang bought from the mountain. There are thin incense sticks burning inside, and the fragrance is rich and deep.

She waited for less than half an hour, but before Yun Niang asked her to try the medicine, Yun Niang asked her to go to the mountainside to collect some Sichuan acornis.

At this time of year, the mountain road is difficult to travel. It will be very late when you come back from collecting medicine on the mountainside. Not wanting to waste time, Lu Zhuo hurried down the mountain carrying a bamboo basket.

She was afraid that if she moved too slowly, it would be dark by the time she returned. Wild animals often appeared in the mountains at night in winter. It would be very dangerous if she encountered a wild wolf circling outside.

Unexpectedly, when he finished gathering the herbs and walked back, Lu Chen suddenly became weak and fell to the ground.

She couldn't walk, and she couldn't scream for help. He struggled to crawl to a muddy ground and could no longer move. He watched helplessly as the sky darkened and the moon rose from the valley.

The surrounding area was covered with snow, and the red plum blossoms looked like blood in the distance. She heard a wolf howling in the forest, and in the adjacent cemetery, blue-purple phosphorus fire gradually lit up, like ghostly fire.

Lu Zhen was so afraid that he was trembling all over. He could not move or scream. He was cold and hungry. He was like a stiff corpse among the graves in the field, gritting his teeth and enduring until dawn.

The next day, it gets light. Lu Chen's whole body was as stiff as a stone, but perhaps because of the bulky clothes she wore when going out, she didn't freeze to death. And because of the ghostly fire in this cemetery, the wild animals were afraid to come, so a life was saved by some combination of circumstances.

After dragging the bamboo basket back to the small courtyard, Yun Niang was sitting at the table eating breakfast. The red bean and glutinous rice cakes were steaming hot, and the lotus drink was added with honey to eliminate the bitterness.

She was a little surprised when she saw Lu Huan who was looking embarrassed. She wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, then walked up to Lu Huan, looked him over, and asked, "Why do you look like this?"

Lu Shun replied numbly: "...Halfway through, he suddenly couldn't use any strength and couldn't speak."

Yun Niang asked her carefully about the situation at that time, and then she smiled happily: "In this way, the new medicine is considered a success."

She picked up the exquisite purple sand incense burner on the table, sniffed it intoxicatedly, and then said: "I finished making this cigarette yesterday. I don't know how effective it is. I didn't expect that you only smelled it for a moment and you had it at the bottom of the mountain." reaction. But it needs to be modified again to make the effect faster."

She was meditating on the newly made poisonous smoke. After a long time, she saw Lu Huan standing on the side, and said to Lu Huan pleasantly: "You are lucky, so you didn't freeze to death. You have worked hard this time, on the table There is food, go and eat."

Lu Yan responded dully, climbed onto the stool, grabbed the glutinous rice cake on the table and wolfed it down.

She was too hungry and too cold.

Behind her, Yun Niang continued to speak: "My body is stiff, my mouth is numb, I can't move, my mind is clear, I feel like I'm drunk, it's better than drinking a thousand bottles of strong wine. Why don't we just call it 'Sheng Qianji'."

Better than a thousand cups...

There seemed to be a distant bell ringing in his ears, and accompanied by people screaming and shouting, Lu Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

The sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the carved wooden windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.

After a night of rain, the sun rises and the sky is clear.

Yin Zheng hurried in from outside: "Girl, something happened."

Lu Chen looked at her.

She whispered: "There are dead people in the temple."

Someone died in Wan'en Temple.

It rained all night last night and the mountain temple was quiet. Early this morning when the monks went to move the turtles to be used in the ritual ceremony, they discovered that a man had drowned in the water tank in the temple.

This incident alarmed everyone in the temple. On the night before the Qinglian Dharma Assembly, people died in the Buddhist hall. It was an ominous sign no matter how you looked at it.

When Lu Zhuo and Yin Zheng walked out of the room, they saw a commotion in Wuhuai Garden. Upon hearing this, the female relatives of the pilgrims all came out of the room with panic on their faces.

Someone next door was asking: "Have you heard? Someone died in the temple last night, and it was from our Wuhuaiyuan!"

Someone else said: "Who is from our side?"

"I don't know, the police are questioning me. Amitabha, why did someone die at this time?"

Lu Tong turned a deaf ear to the comments in his ears and only looked ahead, where a servant in soap clothes was rushing towards the side hall.

As he was watching, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Doctor Lu?"

Lu Tong paused and turned around to look.

At the entrance of Wuhuai Garden, the sun was shining brightly, and in the shade of weeping willows, a young man wearing a black brocade robe with a round collar and narrow sleeves was leaning. His black hair was tied up with a gold crown, and he was made of jade and gold, and he was very good-looking.

He was holding a bunch of new willow branches in his hand. Seeing Lu Zhuo looking over, he smiled brightly and said, "We meet again."

Lu Chen was slightly startled.

It was actually Pei Yunying, the eldest son of Duke Zhaoning, who was in command of the right army in front of the palace.