Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

Looking at his indifferent expression, Qi Xinzhu was a little angry, but he had no choice but to quarrel here and help him uphold justice. In fact, it didn't have much effect on him. The real focus was never on these trivial matters .

What's more, it seems that he himself doesn't care anymore.

But he was distressed and angry.

Zhao Mingjing looked up and saw his expression, he was still surprised, is he angry?What are you angry about?for yourself?But it didn't matter to him.

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Because that day was the annual River Lantern Festival, and there were few people offering incense in the temple, it happened to allow them to feel the festive atmosphere, so they were given a day off.

But it was almost noon when Zhao Mingjing finished all his work and went down the mountain, he felt that something was missing, and his ears were extraordinarily clean.

Only then did he remember that he hadn't seen Qi Xinzhu all day today, so he probably went down the mountain to play.

How can a normal person stand the life of staying in the mountains to practice and live on a vegetarian diet every day.

He didn't wear a monk's robe today, but he was dressed like a commoner, but it was clearly just coarse linen clothes, but he looked plump and handsome when he wore them. He walked quickly, and went straight to the market.

He alone does the work of three.So there are a lot of things to buy. If there are too many things, they will have to be shipped twice.

As the name suggests, the River Lantern Festival is a day when people gather to release river lanterns to pray for blessings. Most of the participants are daughters' families.

Unmarried girls pray to find a good husband, and married wives hope that they will have more children and more blessings.

The beautiful wish moves slowly with the drifting river in early summer, and brings it to a distant place as beautiful as the wish.

There are lights and festoons everywhere on the street, and the crowd is bustling, but this doesn't mean anything to him, but the crowded crowd will always slow down his pace.

So he strenuously passed all the crowds and walked forward slowly, and the shop he had been shopping for was in front of him.

He needs to buy a new batch of bamboo baskets to take home.

But before he got there, someone suddenly blocked his way. It was a middle-aged man wearing a mask, and he walked with a bit of a hunchback.

The voice also has the thick and hoarse voice of a hard-working person, as if he is used to peddling.

He blocked his way, and tried to sell it forcefully, "My lord, do you need to buy a lantern? If you put a lantern today, you will be safe and healthy throughout the year."

Zhao Mingjing looked at him with a pannier on his back and several kinds of lanterns in his hand.

He shook his head, he never believed in these things, he was in a temple, and he didn't even worship Buddha, let alone such nonsense.

He tried to pass him, but the man stood straight in front of him as if he didn't understand, blocking his way.

He was a little irritable, and said coldly, "I have no money."

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and was also stunned by this sentence. It is rare for such a young man to speak like this, not to mention, it is rare for people of this age to not even have money for a lantern.

The man was wearing a mask. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, his actions seemed to finally accept the fact. It seemed that no matter what happened, this young man was not willing to pay him a penny for a lantern.

He sidled out of the way for him, the eyes under the mask gurgling for the next customer.

Zhao Mingjing was finally able to walk to the door of that shop. The owner knew him, but he didn't know what kind of evil star he was.

The boss is a happy person, looking for things for him with a smile, and then said: "Today is quite lively, you can also buy a lantern for your family and friends."

Zhao Mingjing took the things and said in a flat tone, "I have no family, nor relatives and friends."

The man seemed to be choked by this sentence, and he didn't know what to say.

Under Zhao Mingjing's urging, he resentfully gave him the remaining copper coins.

But just as he packed up his money, put the bought things in his back basket and turned around, the middle-aged man who sold lanterns just now came again and stood in front of him blocking the way.

Zhao Mingjing was a little impatient and wanted to avoid him.

The man didn't let him go, he just said to himself: "Young master, I'm sorry to bother you, but I just met another young master, who seems to be a friend you know, and he bought you a lantern from me."

While talking, he took out a very special lantern from the box, because its shape is different from ordinary flowers, birds, fish and insects, and its whole shape is like a falcon.

Zhao Mingjing's heart moved, and he reached out to take it. In all fairness, it didn't look very good-looking, even the ugliest one among those he held in his hand. There were obvious traces of glue bonding on the edges, and the workmanship was not good. .

But he never pursued these things too much, but the moment he looked away, he suddenly noticed something.It's just that the fingers of the person in front of him are extraordinarily delicate, and there are several obvious red marks on the middle finger.

Something flashed in his eyes, then he suppressed the emotion in his eyes, and finally asked in a deep voice, "Where is that person?"

The lamp seller pointed to the source of the river, and replied in a thick and honest voice: "I met there just now, I don't know if it's still there now."

He watched Zhao Mingjing walk quickly towards the place he pointed, looked around, but there was nothing there.

Where no one was watching, the lamp seller walked sneakily into a dark alley, and with his fingers he lifted off the tightly fitting mask on his face, revealing his original face, and his previously stooped back straightened up .

At this time, another person came out from the other courtyard on the right side of the alley to meet him. That was Fuzi. It turned out that the man selling lanterns was Qi Xinzhu.

Qi Xinzhu breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his back, and then walked slowly into the other courtyard with Fuzi, which was also Qi Xinzhu's real estate, but he rarely came to live here.

He took away the props in the shoes and washed his face, and sat on the purple pear wood chair to pant. After a while, he was really tired.

Fuzi poured him a glass of water with some distress. The table on his left was now covered with paper and bamboo strips of various colors, and various earthen pots on the other side were filled with boiled glue.

Because the lantern given to Zhao Mingjing just now was made by him after almost a day and a night of rush work. He always thought that he could learn everything quickly, but it didn't seem to be the case in this matter.

Yesterday he asked his master to teach him hand in hand, the master taught him carefully, but in the end even Fuzi, who was watching on the sidelines, learned it, but he hasn't learned it yet.

In the end, he didn't know how much material was wasted to make a recognizable finished product.

But luckily caught up.

Not long after, Qi Xinzhu changed his clothes again, and wanted to go out again to find out if Zhao Mingjing had put the river lantern he had made.

Even if it doesn't look good, it took him so long to make it after all.

But when he went out and rushed there, there was no sign of anyone at all. He moved among the crowded crowd, but he couldn't find Zhao Mingjing.

I don't know how long he looked there before he finally accepted that he had really left. He glanced at the flickering lights on the water, and there was indeed no one he made.

His expression was a little gloomy, and he was inevitably disappointed. He was about to walk back when he saw a real shop selling river lanterns by the river.

He stopped suddenly, took out a piece of silver from the money bag he was carrying, and gave it to the boss.

The boss saw that he was generous, so he quickly looked up at him. Although he was wearing a bamboo hat, he was not an ordinary man in terms of his attire.

The shopkeeper put the best lamps in front of him, and a piece of silver was enough for any river lamp.

"Guest, it depends on what kind you need, you can choose it yourself."

Qi Hsinchu glanced at all the river lanterns, and he had to admit that the ones made by them were indeed much prettier than his.

In the end, he chose the most common river lantern, the whole shape of which was a small lotus flower, and he asked the shopkeeper for a piece of red paper and a pen.

Write a line of words at one side of the desk, carefully and meticulously, this is the routine process of river lantern prayer.

Finally, he wrapped the red paper neatly, then put it into the river lantern, and then smoothly sent the lighted river lantern into the water, and pushed it forward, watching it slowly float forward.

But Qi Xinzhu didn't know that after he left, Zhao Mingjing's figure appeared in a corner again, staring at the place he just left with burning eyes, his expression extremely complicated.

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Qi Hsinchu originally just followed the crowd in line for dinner, but there were too many people around to give way to him.

Almost instantly, he went from the end of the line to the front of the line.

He looked at the three classic dishes in the temple, radish, eggplant and tofu, and sighed involuntarily. He just touched meat when he went down the mountain yesterday, and today he started a vegetarian feast again.

He hypnotized himself, thinking of eating some vegetarian food to purify himself and eliminate distracting thoughts.

But his expression is so painful that others can see it at a glance, and no one can really believe that he likes to eat these things.

On the contrary, Zhao Mingjing in front of him ate deliciously, as if there was some delicacy on the plate.

He sighed, and picked up another piece of tofu in soy sauce with his chopsticks, which was a rare dish he thought was good.

But after eating too much, it still tastes like chewing wax. He chewed numbly, trying to make himself ignore his taste.

Zhao Mingjing suddenly said, "If you don't like it, don't eat it."

Qi Xinzhu was startled suddenly, surprise flashed across his eyes, this ice cube actually took the initiative to talk to him?

He said firmly: "No, I think it's quite delicious, especially this soy sauce tofu."

"Oh." Zhao Mingjing replied lightly.

Originally, Qi Hsinchu thought that with his personality, he would definitely not be able to speak, but he actually spoke again.

He said: "Since Master Guoshi likes it, I'll go and get you some more."

Seeing that he was really about to get up, Qi Xinzhu quickly grabbed his wrist with both hands, and shook his head vigorously. Zhao Mingjing looked at him a little funny, except for his expression, almost his whole body was in rejection.

He finally stopped being brave and said, "Farewell, farewell."

He didn't speak anymore, and after a while, Qi Xinzhu saw that he was about to finish eating, and suddenly asked pointedly: "Did you encounter anything special when you went down the mountain yesterday?"

Zhao Mingjing raised his head and asked him, "What is special?"

Qi Hsinchu thought for a while, how to describe this?He said: "It's just something that makes you feel very confused."

Zhao Mingjing oh again, then thought for a while, and said, "No."

Qi Xinzhu: "...Oh." His life is really wasted, and this person is not willing to accept.

But for some reason, the system reminded him that Zhao Mingjing's trust in him had increased a little.

Qi Hsinchu was so excited when he heard the news for the first time.

He put down the gilt fan in his hand and asked, "How much has it increased?"

The system replied: "Two points. Now Zhao Mingjing's trust value in you is 32 points."

Qi Hsinchu: "...there are quite a lot."

He has been in this world for almost half a year, and he has lived in this temple for almost two months. Now the entire task process has only been completed in two points, and it is embarrassing on his successful resume to say it.

The author says:

It turns out that the daily update is really different from the next day update.