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Mr. Jiang helped get off the carriage, and when he looked up, he saw a temple named "Baolian Temple" a hundred meters away.There are a pair of mighty stone lions at the entrance of the temple, and the two vermilion gates are open to welcome visitors, and there are many good people coming and going.There are lanterns and festoons around the temple, creating a strong festive atmosphere.There are also many vendors gathering, selling many miscellaneous toys and odds and ends, attracting many adults and children to watch, it is obviously the time of the temple fair.

Jiang's motorcade deliberately avoided the crowd and stopped in a remote corner of the temple.Still can't stop the occasional curious look.Mr. Jiang helped Baiyunxi to stand up, pointed to the temple and introduced: "This is the temple on the mountain behind the Jiang family, and the ancestral hall is inside the temple."

Why is the ancestral hall built in the temple?

Baiyunxi didn't have time to ask questions, the monks from the temple had already come up along the path, and the old lady got out of the carriage and waved them over.Bai Yunxi suppressed the doubts in his heart, and walked slowly towards the temple together with the old lady and Mr. Jiang.

Under the guidance of the Zhike monk, they did not take the main road, but entered the side hall along the small road.There is no one along the way, keeping the original simplicity and cleanliness of the temple.Walking on this small road, the noise outside became farther and farther away, and my impetuous mood slowly settled down.What followed was solemnity, no one spoke, and only the sound of wind and footsteps could be heard in the silence.

"It's here!" The Zhike monk stopped, and pushed open the door of the side hall with a solemn expression.

There are densely packed tablets and incense burners in the side hall, filling every gap in sight.Some don't even have memorial tablets, but enshrine blood-stained broken swords or damaged armors. The broken swords are stained with rust, and the bloody armor is dim, with a murderous look in the tragic.The entire side hall is not very popular, it looks cold and terrifying, even with the blue sky and white sun behind it, it still makes one's scalp tingle and one's heart tingles.

Looking at the table full of tablets, Bai Yunxi was a little dazed, Mr. Jiang quietly held her little hand, and the warm touch comforted her.The old lady stared at the memorial tablets in the hall, her hand holding the crutch trembled.The Zhike monk clasped his hands together and sang: "Amitabha! Human death is like a lamp being extinguished, and all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like mist and lightning, and should be viewed in this way."

Mr. Jiang sighed.It is said that the lights go out when people die, and how many people can really ignore them indifferently.

Ping An took out the tribute, and Mr. Jiang arranged it neatly by himself, and lit the incense candles.The old lady took the incense tremblingly, and said a prayer in front of her.The general idea is that the Jiang family has newly married a daughter-in-law and prayed to the ancestors of the Jiang family to bless Yunyun.Mr. Jiang and Bai Yunxi knelt behind them and kowtowed three times after the old lady finished reading.

After the paper money was burned out, the old lady seemed a little unsteady, and her crutch lightly tapped on the floor.Hearing the sound, Mr. Jiang looked up subconsciously, and the old lady couldn't stop gesturing to Baiyunxi.After Baiyunxi kowtowed and straightened up, the old lady's expression changed, her face was mournful and still immersed in sentimentality.

Mr. Jiang was a little sweaty, and after getting up, he pretended to casually ask the Zhigu monk: "Is the book gallery from earlier years still there?"

The Zhike monk saluted with his palms together, and replied, "Yes. It's on the left side of the front hall, and the benefactor can see it when he passes by."

Recently, Baiyunxi has been particularly sensitive to the word "calligraphy and painting". He really pricked up his ears when he heard the sound, and looked at Mr. Jiang with burning eyes.Mr. Jiang pretended not to know, and sighed: "I haven't been here for a long time, and I want to go around again today. Grandma is here, so please take care of me for a while."

"The benefactor has killed the poor monk. Baolian Temple has a deep relationship with the Jiang family, so it is only natural to take care of the old lady." The Zhike monk hurriedly gave way, and Young Master Jiang looked at the old lady again.The old lady waved her hands without saying a word, and Mr. Jiang led Baiyunxi and Ping An away.

The old lady waited for a while, and waited for the footsteps outside the side hall to fade away, and then lit a stick of incense again and prayed: "The ancestors of the Jiang family are on the top, Feng'er has a child! It has been four months now, I also hope that the ancestors and ancestors will keep their mother and child safe..."

After leaving the bleak and cold ancestral hall, it is very comfortable under the warm sunlight.The closer you got to the front hall, the more noisy the crowd became, full of vitality, which made Mr. Jiang jump up a little bit, and led Bai Yunxi into the front hall. The two people with outstanding looks immediately became the focus of the crowd. The people are obviously different, which has attracted many envious eyes.

Mr. Jiang didn't mind, he pulled Baiyunxi through the crowd, and went directly to the book gallery on the left side of the front hall.Most of the book galleries were filled with literati, but looking back, they were just two rich kids who didn't pay much attention, which made Bai Yunxi less uncomfortable.

Mr. Jiang accompanied Baiyunxi to look at the small poems on the wall, or quatrains or verses. The handwriting varies in thickness and shade, and the fonts also include hundreds of styles. Obviously, they were left by tourists who burned incense and worshiped Buddha before.The writing and diction are good and bad, and occasionally you can see one or two good sentences.However, most of them describe travel notes, pretend to be emotional, and lament that their talents are not met, but there are no truly high-level masterpieces.

Looking at the painting again, the average level of the painting is higher than that of the poem. After all, the walls are no more than paper, and the whole is erected.If you don't have some technical experience, I'm afraid the thick ink will pollute the wall.Bai Yunxi looked at the recent paintings, one by one.Inadvertently seeing Mr. Jiang looking at the painting, Bai Yunxi asked curiously, "You also know painting?"

Mr. Jiang waved his fan easily: "Look at it casually, and it doesn't cost money."

Baiyunxi choked for a moment with his pretense of profligacy, and said with difficulty: "This painting is not bad, but it's a pity that the technique is more than enough, and the pattern is not meaningful. It is more than a little worse than the landscape paintings of Sheng Yumo."

Still don't give up.Mr. Jiang opened the folding fan, and timely covered the smile on his face: "Oh, I understand!"

Bai Yunxi waited for a long time but did not wait for the next sentence. His black eyes were a little annoyed, and he glanced at Mr. Jiang before looking at other paintings.But I don't know how charming the eye wave was at that moment, which made Mr. Jiang's heart beat softly, and he almost couldn't even hold his fan.

I just felt that my breathing was stagnant, and the breath was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't breathe quickly. I coughed a lot before I calmed down.Mr. Jiang fanned the fan very fast in his hand, and said without hesitation: "Damn the sun, why is it so hot today!"

Looking at the roof above his head, and then at the towering trees outside the gallery, Ping An's face was as calm as water: "Young Master, Young Madam is gone!"

Mr. Jiang muttered something that only he could understand, and followed Baiyunxi's footsteps.A group of scholars just happened to rush in. Mr. Jiang saw someone bumped into the Baiyun River from a distance. He only saw that she staggered a little, and then was blocked by the crowd. He didn't know if something happened.

Afterwards, Ping An yelled and leaped across the crowd with his martial arts skills. He stretched his ape arms and grabbed a scholar by the collar, abruptly lifting the scholar's feet off the ground.This action frightened the scholar, and also stunned the scholars around him.

Mr. Jiang didn't care about other things, he squeezed through the crowd and rushed to Baiyunxi. Seeing that she was holding on to the wall, his expression was not right. When he supported her, Mr. Jiang only felt flustered: "How is it? Where is it hurt? Is it serious?"

Bai Yunxi looked at Mr. Jiang's tense appearance, his eyes sparkled, "It's nothing, I just sprained my ankle."

Young master Jiang looked down and saw Baiyunxi's skirt fluttering, but he couldn't see the condition of his ankle at all.In public, he couldn't lift his skirt to check directly, so he could only confirm repeatedly that Baiyunxi was really fine.Pingan over there ignored the scholar's scolding, and grabbed his arm by the collar even harder. The scholar's face was flushed, and he could only struggle hard.The things he secretly hid in his arms also fell, and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.It is the golden ball wrapped around Baiyunxi's waist today. The main body is made of beautiful jade, decorated with gold, and contains aromatherapy. Both ends are wrapped with red threads. The long tassels are very beautiful, and they are also one of the accessories that Baiyunxi often wears.

Mr. Jiang looked at the scholar with a sullen face: "Do you know how much this red silk golden ball is worth?"

The scholar couldn't answer and couldn't answer, but he knew that a disaster was imminent, he just looked at Ping An with a terrified expression, begging for mercy repeatedly in his throat.

Mr. Jiang didn't wait for his answer, and said to himself: "The law stipulates: stealing more than 660 yuan, tattooing on the face, and hard labor for life."

The scholar danced wildly with tears and snot all over his face, Ping An also frowned slightly, let him fall to the ground as soon as he let go.He kowtowed repeatedly, and before he could speak, Young Master Jiang snapped at him and said, "Don't mention to me that there are eighty-year-old mothers and orphans and young children. As a scholar, you know how to break the law, and your crime will not be forgiven!"

The movement here also alarmed the temple, and soon three or five monks came over, and the leader was the head of the front hall of Baolian Temple.With thick eyebrows and big eyes under the bald head, he is very mighty.The first one guessed the reason just by looking at it, clasped his hands together and sang: "Amitabha, little benefactor, please take a step to speak."

Mr. Jiang interrupted him impatiently: "Grand Monk, I am in a bad mood right now. He offended my wife, and I will cut him lightly."

The scholar lay on the ground crying loudly: "I am not short of money, I was forced!"

"Someone broke into my house last night, took my wife away and forced me to obey orders in the temple today, otherwise my wife will die. I didn't know what to do until I received this letter."

Young Master Jiang took the letter, and Bai Yunxi also went over to read it.It was just a note, and it really said to steal the accessories of the woman in green.The wet ink is obviously fresh.Ping An looked around, shook his head and said that he found nothing unusual.

"Have you ever seen the other person's appearance?"

"The moon is dark and the wind is high. I didn't see them coming in masked! I really didn't see it!" The scholar waved his hands repeatedly.

The chief shook his head and said: "Of course you can be forgiven, but you have failed to beg for mercy now, have you ever thought about your wife's life?"

"Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, and they will fly separately when disaster strikes. I have done what they said, and my wife will not blame me. I just ask the master to intercede, please come around me once, and don't let me do coolies."

The first one shook his head, Mr. Jiang got angry from it, and kicked the scholar fiercely: "