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The matchmaker came out of Lu's house. Not only did she drink a lot of tea, but she also held back her anger. She was so coldly treated and looked down upon that she regretted coming here.

After going to the Song family to report, fortunately Mrs. Wang was a considerate person and gave herself some more money, which finally dispelled the evil spirit.

After sending away the matchmaker, Wang's heart was finally settled. When Song Xiang came back and told her about the matter, the whole family was happy.

Time passed quickly, and it was soon time to travel.

Song Xiang said goodbye to the old lady, and Wang took everyone to the door. Nong Yue couldn't bear to leave Song Xiang, she held Song Xiang's hand with tears in her eyes and remained silent.

"After I leave, you have to eat well!"

Nong Yue nodded repeatedly.

Song Xiang raised his voice to everyone again and said: "Okay, everyone, go back, don't send it away! It's not like I won't come back!"

The originally sad atmosphere suddenly became a little fun when Song Xiang said this.

The carriage lurched forward, slowly driving out of the alley and heading towards the city gate.

At that time, Zhou Yanzhen was waiting for Song Xiang at the city gate. When she saw her carriage coming out, she and her carriage went up the official road and headed towards the city.

The carriage was not traveling very fast. Feng Mian enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way and did not talk to Song Xiang. At noon, the group got off the car to rest.

"Sister Song Xiang, who is this?" Zhou Yanzhen walked over from the front, looking at Feng Mian who had just gotten off the carriage, and asked gossiping.

Song Xiang put his arms around Zhou Yanzhen's shoulders, pulled her away and said, "This is my friend's younger brother. Sister Zhou, don't ask further questions."

"Okay." Zhou Yanzhen glanced at Feng Mian again in confusion, and murmured in a low voice, "With such an outstanding appearance, he must not be an ordinary young master."

Song Xiang greeted Zhou Yanzhen, had something to eat with Feng Mian, packed up, and set off again.

The two carriages of Zhou Yanzhen's family drove in front, and the two carriages of Song Xiang's family followed behind. They stopped and stopped along the way. At night, they finally arrived at the boundary of Xuanyang Mansion.

Faintly, the sound of bells ringing and chanting came from the mountain beside the road.

Taro drove the carriage to a thatched pavilion at the foot of the mountain and asked Song Xiang respectfully: "Miss, we have arrived at the gate of Taihua Mountain. Should we continue on our way or go to the mountain to stay overnight?"

"The old man who gave the directions before said that it would take half an hour to walk to the city gate."

In the Dongling Dynasty, in order to facilitate pedestrians to ask for directions and send messages, the imperial court set up post offices at five miles, pavilions at ten miles, and post offices at thirty miles along the official road.

They had already missed a pavilion in their hurry. If they continued walking, they might not be able to enter the city due to the curfew at night.

Song Xiang got off the carriage, looked at the dark mountains in the distance, and made a quick decision: "We can't leave anymore, let's go to the temple on the mountain to stay overnight!"

"Taro, you go ahead and tell Miss Zhou to bring your valuables and tie the horses to the bottom of the mountain. We will walk up the mountain."

"Here." Taro got the order and quickly went to the Zhou family's carriage.

Song Xiang leaned in front of the car, lifted the curtain and said softly: "Feng Mian, it's too dark inside. Come out, and I'll help you get out of the car."

After hearing this, Feng Mian got out of the carriage and got out of the carriage with Song Xiang's help.

Because the carriage was rented by a carriage company, the coachman was afraid that the carriage would be stolen, so he would sleep next to the carriage and would not go up the mountain.

Song Xiang lit a fire and ordered Dengzhu to pack Feng Mian's valuables. He waited for Taro to come and pick up the things, and then went up the mountain along the bluestone mountain road.

The mountain road was surrounded by green trees and bushes on both sides. Song Xiang walked with Feng Mian in front, struggling to walk along the winding stone road that extended to the top of the mountain.

After walking for another stick of incense, Song Xiang reached the temple halfway up the mountain.

Under the moonlight, everyone could vaguely distinguish the three simple characters of Qingying Temple.

While breathing a sigh of relief, Taro stepped forward and knocked on the temple door.

When a young novice monk saw the visitors, he led everyone into the temple gate. A magnificent hall stood in the center, with a blue-gray ridge rising high, sacred and solemn.

Rows of red-walled temples are built on both sides, and seven steps away is a pale green towering ancient tree.

Entering the inner courtyard, the mountain seems to be trending upward. There is still a magnificent Buddhist temple standing above it. There are rows of dormitories on the left and right sides, which are guest halls specially for guests.

At this time, an old monk wearing a hundred-fold robe came over, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

Song Xiang hurriedly put his hands together and returned the salute: "Amitabha!"

The young novice who led Song Xiang in called the master and asked piously: "Master, these guests are coming to stay overnight. Which living room will the disciple take them to?"

"Donor Wei lives on the left. I'm afraid they won't be disturbed, so just take them to the living room on the right to settle down!"

"Yes, disciple, please leave!" The little novice monk made a gesture of invitation to Song Xiang and his party, and led them to the row of houses on the right.

In order not to cause trouble to the temple, Song Xiang only had three living rooms.

Song Xiang lived in one room with Taro, Feng Mian lived in one room with Dengzhu, and Zhou Yanzhen lived in one room with his female servant.

From time to time, the sound of chanting sutras and salvation came from the main hall in the center. The little novice brought food to eat. Taro curiously asked the little novice: "It's so late, are there evening classes in the main hall?"

The little novice monk clasped his hands together, shook his head and said, "It's not an evening class, it's a prayer and chanting for the deceased Master Wei."

After saying this, he said the Buddha's name and retreated.

Song Xiang glanced at the main hall through the gap in the window and said in a pitiful tone: "I guess he is also a poor person!"

"Let's fill our stomachs, wash up and go to bed quickly, and don't meddle in other people's business, so as not to get into trouble!" Song Xiang closed the window and said to the taro, "The little novice monk obviously doesn't want to say more. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, just Don’t ask any more questions.”

"Here!" Taro closed the door and said, "Miss, hurry up and eat. It's so late. You must be very hungry."

The two of them sat down to eat, listening to the sound of chanting sutras, and felt at ease.

"Go and see if Mr. Feng Mian has eaten later. If he has eaten, tell him to rest early." Song Xiang paused and then said, "When you are away from home, it is better than at home. Don't let Deng Zhu sleep too hard." Now, guard Mr. Feng Mian."

"Miss, don't worry!"

Darkness comes and covers everything.

The quiet moonlight casts a piece of silver, and the sound of chirping birds comes from all around, making for a good night's sleep.

The next day, amidst the chirping of birds and the monks' morning sermons, Song Xiang woke up rubbing his eyes, stretched his arms lazily, and sat up from the bed.

"Taro, fetch water."

Taro brought a basin of water in and whispered: "Miss, Mr. Feng Mian hasn't gotten up yet. How about we set off later?"

Only then did Song Xiang remember that he was used to getting up at around midnight, so he got up earlier than his family members.