37 years old, I became a harem concubine

The next day, it was a fine weather.

Mrs. Mingguang summoned the people in the nunnery and announced to them that Shen Huan and Qingzi were about to be ordained and became members of the nunnery. According to the usual practice, they asked everyone if they had any objections to the two becoming monks here.

To be honest, Huineng Huijing and the others never thought that Shen Huan would become a ally with them, just based on their appearance, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

So when Master Mingguang said this, they were all stunned and expressed no objection.

"That being the case, come in, the two benefactors."

Shen Huan and Qingzi, who had already stood outside the hall, took off their hairpins and put their hair down their backs, walked in from left to right, and knelt down on the prepared futon.

Mrs. Mingguang picked up the scissors from the tray, picked up Shen Huan's long black hair, muttered something in her mouth, and with a click, the lock of hair fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, more long hair fell on the ground, all of which were cut short and then shaved with a razor.

The sound of brushing and brushing resounded in the hall, and the tall Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, as if he was looking at the people in the hall, but he didn't seem to see anything.

After a while, Master Meiguang took a step back, put the razor back on the tray, and took off the black cloth that was hanging on Shen Huan's shoulder to tie the broken hair.

Shen Huan's head was no longer covered by hair, revealing a fair scalp. He opened his eyes and kowtowed to Master Mingguang with his hands together.

Master Mingguang couldn't help feeling dazed, and sighed secretly.

Most people shave their heads, only to expose the defects of the head and facial features, and there are very few people who are not ugly.

This scheming "woman" is different, her brows are greener and her eyes are more lively.

I really complied with that sentence, and since then I dare not see Avalokitesvara.

She handed a string of wooden Buddha beads to Shen Huan's eyes: "The world of mortals is broken, the six roots are clean, and there will be no more Shen family here."

The Buddha bead bracelet is made of ordinary wood, which has the same fragrance and no beautiful lines. Such things were never delivered to Shen Huan in the past no matter what.

He took it with both hands, put his head on the prayer beads, and kowtowed again.

Haruko next to him was also shaved and given prayer beads just like him.

Master Mingguang moved very quickly, and the two women in the nunnery left on the second day after they were ordained. Shen Huan and Qingzi took the title of the two.

Shen Huan's nickname is Daochuo, and Qingzi's nickname is Huiyi.

Another day, Mrs. Mingguang took Huineng Huijing and their master and servant with their own small bundles and wrapped all the clothes they could wear on their bodies. Go to the capital.

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The nunnery is a bit far from Shengjing City, and it is a mountain road.

The five of them are all "girls", and they dare not drive at night, so they can only walk faster and longer during the day and dawn.

Neither Shen Huan nor Haruko had experienced hardships. They could keep up on the first day, but slowly fell behind on the second day.

"Dao Chuo, give me your burden."

Seeing that the snow was getting worse and there was no one in front of him, Huineng stretched out his hand in front of Shen Huan, asking him to take his burden to her, so that he could relax a bit.

Shen Huan was out of breath, and instead of being polite to Huineng, she handed her the burden, and asked through the veil, "Senior Sister, how long will it take us to visit Shengjing City?"

That's right, the original owner of the name Daochuo was also picked up by the old nunnery master. According to his age and seniority, he was called Senior Sister Huineng Huijing.

At the beginning, Shen Huan couldn't change her mouth, but after two days on the road, it became easy to say.

Huineng is really very capable, but if he stops to rest, find firewood to light a fire, fetch water to cook, without her, he would not be able to do it, and without her, he would not be able to do it.

If it weren't for her, Shen Huan's suffering in the past two days would have been doubled or tripled at least.

Huineng looked at the surrounding trees and mountains, and said, "Cross that mountain pass, and there is a small village. Starting from the small village, you will arrive at Shengjing City after half a day's walk."

On weekdays, Huineng would come out to buy the food for the nunnery, and no one knew this way better than her.

Hearing what she said, Shen Huan wrapped her body in a gray cotton robe, and walked forward with a dull head.

Obviously the mountain pass was not far away, but it took a lot of time to walk, and arrived at the small village Huineng mentioned before dark.

When they entered the village, an old man driving an ox cart came back from outside. When he saw them, he stopped the ox cart and said, "Where are the masters going? Why are you still on your way in such a snowy day?"

Master Mingguang led them to fold their hands together: "Amitabha, I have seen the benefactor."

"The poor nun is from the Liangzi side of Shaoshan Mountain. He was ordered by the government to go to Shengjing City. I want to ask the benefactor if there is a deserted house here, so that we, the master and the disciples, can have a place to live."

They are all women, the old man is not afraid of their evil intentions.

After thinking for a while, he said: "There is an abandoned empty house at the east end of our village, but it is really dilapidated, and I am afraid that the masters will not be able to live in it."

"Well, you go to my house first, and I'll ask our village chief to see if I can arrange the masters to a better place."

"Many thanks to the benefactor. If the benefactor has a bodhisattva heart, there will be blessings." Master Mingguang did not expect the old man to be so warm-hearted, and said sincerely.

The old man waved his hand: "Go and sit in the bullock cart. It's so cold that it's not fun to have frostbitten feet."

Shen Huan and his party, who had been walking for two days, couldn't wish more, and they got on the ox cart with their sore feet.

The old man looked at the hem of their cotton robes that had been frozen into lumps of ice, and while driving the car with a whip, he said, "Fortunately, the weather these days is not too cold. There was a man in our village who went to the mountain to collect firewood. I can’t feel my toes falling off from the cold while walking.”

Shen Huan, who was almost dizzy from the cold, moved her feet subconsciously, wanting to untie her shoes to see if her toes were still alive.

Seeing his movements, the old man laughed: "Look at the nimbleness of this master's feet, the feet must be fine."

Farmers are not as particular as those in Shengjing, so it's okay for men and women to have a few words.

And Shen Huan is now a monk and is no longer in the world of mortals.

Shen Huan thought the old man was quite interesting, and asked, "The benefactor still drove out in such a cold day, but what's the rush?"

The old man's spiritual body swayed with the sway of the carriage, and his face was red from the cold with a smile: "Speaking of which, this trip has something to do with the masters."

"Recently, there have been a lot of nuns in the city, and more paper money for incense candles. My family specializes in selling incense, so I took two extra carts to take advantage of the good sales."

"Hey, my house is here, some masters, come down," the old man held the cow and shouted to the fenced yard, "Old lady, we have guests at home, let's make some tea."

There was a pause in the room full of laughter and laughter, and soon, an old woman in an apron looked at the people who were getting off the ox cart, and her eyes narrowed with laughter, "Several masters are coming to the house to warm up."

"Li Niang Erya, bake some glutinous rice cakes."

"Hey!"

A young woman and a girl with a girlish bun looked at Shen Huan and the others curiously, and followed the old woman's instructions to scoop up glutinous rice cakes in the water tank.

Master Mingguang waved his hand, not wanting to trouble their family, the old woman said enthusiastically: "What kind of trouble is this? It's fate that the masters can come. Come in quickly, the fire is burning rightly."

As he said that, regardless of their politeness, he directly brought people in.

There is a kang burning in the room, and there is a big brazier. The charcoal in the basin is burning bright red, and the heat blowing against the face makes people extremely comfortable.

Master Mingguang and Huineng Huijing took off the veil, but Shen Huan hesitated for a moment before taking it off too.

When the young women and girls who came back from scooping up the glutinous rice cakes saw him, they almost dropped the glutinous rice cakes in their hands on the ground.

The old woman opened her eyes wide: "What a handsome master."

No, the word handsome is cheesy.

Some people say that the village flowers in their village are handsome, one flower in ten miles and eight villages.

But comparing such handsomeness with the person in front of her, the old lady didn't know how to compare it.

She suddenly became a little cautious, and wiped the stool in front of Shen Huan: "Master, sit down, let me make a bowl of brown sugar water for the master. The white water is tasteless." Girl, my little daughter has been greedy for several times and has not opened it.

But for such a beautiful person, brown sugar water seems to be a vulgar thing.

Shen Huan hurriedly stopped the old woman: "The benefactor doesn't have to be so polite, just plain water." Then she didn't let the old woman wipe the stool again, and sat down without frowning.

The old woman was very happy: "If you hadn't spoken in front of me, I would have thought I saw the Empress Jiutianxuan."

The young women and girls also put iron tongs on the charcoal basin, put the glutinous rice cakes on it to bake, and couldn't help but look at Shen Huan.

Shen Huan glanced back, her face was redder than the charcoal fire in the basin.

Haruko laughed muffledly beside her, and leaned into Shen Huan's ear: "Miss Jiutian Xuannv."

The glutinous rice cakes are baked to a crisp and crisp, and dipped in brown sugar, they are delicious and sweet. When the old man who went to find the village chief came back, he saw a room full of people surrounding Shen Huan, each with their heads like baby birds. Where is Shen Huan going? Whichever way they go.

The old man said: "I went to tell the village chief that the masters can live in his house. The eldest son of his family is working in the town and won't come back this year. The rooms and bedding are all empty, so there is no need to look for other places."

"That's really good, please benefactor."

"Don't bother, it's just dinner for the masters..." The monks are all vegetarians, so they definitely can't use their tableware and kitchen utensils.

Mrs. Mingguang said: "We still have a lot of dry food left, just use the fire to roast it."

"In this case, the masters will warm it up with my home's fire, and then go to rest after eating. I will send two baskets of incense to Shengjing City tomorrow morning, and I will be with the masters."

Their good luck seemed to have started when they met the old man. When they heard that they could go by car instead of walking tomorrow, their eyes couldn't help but brighten.

After eating the dry food made in the nunnery, I went to the village head's house to wash up a little, and the five of Shen Huan fell asleep.

The next day, just after dawn, the old man who had an appointment with them called them outside.

As soon as they got into the ox cart, the old man lightly flicked his whip on the ox's buttocks, and the wheels of the ox cart rolled over the snow-white snow and drove towards Shengjing City.

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