Daiyu from the Red Mansion is also arguing with people today

"Miss, it is said that jade can nourish people, but why haven't I seen you wearing it before?" Several maids surrounded Lin Daiyu curiously, looking at the jade pendant in her hand, but no one touched it.

This kind of jade pendant has been offered before the Buddha and has been blessed, so they dare not touch it casually.

Can Daiyu say that this was her idea? Although Lin Ruhai gave her tens of thousands of taels of silver and two manors, if she wanted to buy jade of this level, she would probably have to spend tens of thousands of taels.

She was willing to spend two thousand taels to buy gold jewelry because if she needed money urgently, the gold jewelry could be used as silver, but she would lose some wages. However, it was different with jade.

"This was given to my mother by my father in private, and then my mother left it to me. I had never thought about it before, but this time when I saw other pilgrims sending items to be consecrated, I remembered it." Daiyu stroked the jade pendant with a nostalgic look on her face, revealing a calm smile. She thought to herself, it was really not easy for her, and she had to keep it a secret from both sides.

She planned to send the ring and the remaining half of the antidote back to Yangzhou after Lin Ji and the others came back.

Lin Ruhai's recent letters have a noticeably softer tone, and considering these two things, he should not die as early as in the original novel.

However, this matter has to wait until Lin Ji and the others come back, as she is worried about the others.

Lin Ji and his party went to the White Horse Temple in Dongchang Prefecture, and Daiyu happened to have just arrived.

"Brother Linji!" Daiyu trotted towards them, her eyes falling on the beautiful maid who was huddled next to a woman behind them.

"Are you Yinglian?" Daiyu asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Zhen Yinglian slowly walked out from behind the old woman and bowed respectfully: "Hello, young lady!"

Daiyu nodded and looked at the girl in front of her: Zhen Yinglian is indeed a beauty. Although she is only twelve or thirteen years old, her skin is whiter than snow, and the rouge mole between her eyebrows makes her look even more beautiful.

She laughed secretly. No wonder Feng Yuan, a homosexual man, changed his preference as soon as he saw her.

"Brother Linji, you two go down and rest first. I'll go to the front hall to find the abbot, and you can come back to me later." After Daiyu finished her instructions, she turned to Zhen Yinglian and said, "Sister Yinglian, you can relax. I'll tell you more about the Zhen family when I come back."

"Do you really know me?" Zhen Yinglian looked at the little sister in front of her who looked just like her, and the anxiety and worry in her heart finally eased a little.

When Daiyu heard Zhen Yinglian's voice for the first time, she felt it was like the melodious sound of a piano, gentle and beautiful.

She smiled and asked, "Is your sister's mother's surname Feng?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhen Yinglian excitedly took a step forward and wanted to hold Daiyu's hand, but was stopped vigilantly by Lan Rui.

She realized that she was being rude, and quickly stopped walking. She almost wanted to kneel down, but Daiyu quickly supported her. Daiyu comforted her and said, "Sister Yinglian, you should go and have a rest first. I will tell you about Lingci's matter when I come back."

Zhen Yinglian nodded with tears in her eyes. Her face was covered with tears, and she didn't even bother to wipe them away. How many times in the middle of the night did she wake up in her dreams, and she could only recall in her heart those days when she had her parents' love.

Daiyu sighed softly, patted the back of her hands, and walked towards the front hall with Lan Rui.

Nanny Wang, who was supposed to stay to pack the luggage, followed Daiyu instead.

Daiyu understood her concerns and said before she asked, "She is also a poor girl."

"Girl, I just think she's too pretty. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to keep her around."

"What's wrong with that? Don't worry, Ma'am. She's not a bad person." She turned around and said jokingly, "If you're worried, then help me keep an eye on her! I don't think she can escape from Ma's control!"

"Haha, that's it!" Nanny Wang understood Daiyu's meaning and turned back to the yard in small steps.

Lan Rui stuck out her tongue: "Mother Wang is getting more and more capable!"

Daiyu tapped Lan Rui's nose and said, "I've spoiled you too much. Now even Nanny Wang has gotten involved."

Lan Rui held Daiyu's arm and shook her, "My dear girl, I only dare to be unrestrained in front of you. Look, I always look like a devil in front of those people in the Jia family."

"Haha, that's right. They are all afraid of you now! But don't get too carried away. It will be bad if others see you."

The White Horse Temple had been rebuilt by the previous dynasty, and the buildings in the temple were very grand and looked very new. Thinking that only the ruins of the White Horse Temple were left in later generations, Daiyu was very moved.

"Amitabha! Why is Mr. Lin so sad about the buildings in the temple?" A monk wearing a red rice field-patterned robe woven with gold thread walked slowly over and looked at the Lin family with a smile.

"Greetings, Abbot. I just met an old friend, so I am a little late. I hope you won't blame me!" Daiyu answered respectfully.

"It's all fate, and the donor doesn't need to be attached to it."

"Yes, I will accept your instruction." Daiyu was thinking about something in her mind, but she still kept smiling.

Indeed, even if she did not go to pick up Zhen Yinglian, they would eventually meet at the Jia family and form a close friendship.

But this fate is not the same as that fate, and Zhen Yinglian's fate has changed dramatically because of this. Daiyu naturally would not argue with the monk, and her purpose was not for this.

The abbot was quite satisfied with Lin Daiyu's pious attitude. Since the previous dynasties, the royal family has favored Taoism, Buddhism has gradually declined, and the number of believers has decreased significantly.

Fortunately, the White Horse Temple was located in Dongchang Prefecture, and dignitaries often came to donate incense and oil money. In addition, the monks in the temple cultivated their own land, so no dirty things happened.

He heard that some small temples in the countryside had secretly done things that were detrimental to the purity of Buddhism. Even though other Buddhists knew about this, they could do nothing about it.

Back to Daiyu, the abbot of the White Horse Temple was very generous and allowed her to stay in the Sutra Library for half a day. However, she did not stay that long. Although the Sutra Library of the White Horse Temple was quite large, an hour was enough.

When Daiyu returned to the courtyard, Zhen Yinglian heard the noise outside and immediately came forward. Daiyu nodded to her, understanding her inner anxiety.

If Daiyu in the original novel had the chance to see Jia Min again, she would be even more excited than Zhen Yinglian.

"You come with me!"

At this time, Zhen Yinglian had already changed into clothes similar to those of Xueyan, Zijuan and the others, and was almost the same as when she was at the Zhen family.

Daiyu washed her hands, poured herself a cup of tea, and said, "When you were kidnapped, your family searched everywhere for you and even fell seriously ill... Now, your mother is in the southwest of Henan Prefecture, at your maternal grandfather's home. Of course, I can also send you to your mother, but I don't recommend doing so."

"You...won't let me get rid of my citizenship?" Zhen Yinglian's face turned pale in an instant and tears started to flow again.

She thought she had met a kind person, but she didn't expect that she had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and fell into the wolf's den. She was full of compassion and was about to cry out, but was choked by Daiyu's next words.