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Chapter 72 Beauty Out of Bath (Two in One, Happy Valentine's Day!)
"I hope I didn't disturb the master's reception of distinguished guests."

"The magistrate was joking, you are a distinguished guest."

Passing through a quiet path paved with white stone slabs in the forest, and walking along the corridor for [-] to [-] steps, you can see the presiding room for receiving distinguished guests from the temple, with an elegant and Zen-like environment.

A young monk with a shiny forehead led the way and brought Ouyang Rong here.

The former has beautiful hair that he hasn't seen for a long time, and he is still the same as before, with a simple and honest appearance.

Ouyang Rong just entered the temple, first went to Liu Ashan's house, visited Ah Qing and Liu Mu, and then came to see Master Shandao.

On the promenade, the two talked and laughed all the way.

Xiufa is also familiar with herself, she is playful at this age, but she hasn't been down the mountain for a long time, so she naturally seizes the opportunity to ask Ouyang Rong about things, mainly about anecdotes about the Dragon Boat Festival.

Ouyang Rong picked up the words and answered casually. In fact, the little monk asked which dragon boat team won the dragon boat meeting in the end. He also forgot. On the last day, he just went to the high stage to present an award, and went back to work after going through the process.

When I came to the door of the host room, I vaguely heard conversations inside the door.

In addition to Master Shandao's familiar voice, there is also a strange woman's voice, which is cold and gentle, a bit like Yujie's voice.

Ouyang Rong and Xiufa stopped together, looked at each other, left the corridor, walked to a stone table and stone pier in the flower garden and waited.

For this, Xiufa apologized on behalf of the teacher, and Ouyang Rong shook his head, but did not criticize him harshly.

His eyes fell on the white flour wall outside the door of the presiding room, and there was a folded vermilion oil-paper umbrella leaning against the wall.

After a while, the conversation in the presiding room stopped, the door opened, and Master Shandao respectfully sent out a girl with a peach-colored skirt.

Behind the girl was a cute little maid with a bun face.

After the little maid went out, she didn't forget to pick up the red umbrella against the wall and catch up with the girl.

Master Shandao seemed to catch a glimpse of the two figures of Ouyang Rong who were waiting in the garden in the distance, before going to send more, Shi Shi stopped, clasped his hands together and saluted:
"Female Bodhisattva, don't worry, if there is any other news, I will send monks and guests to the noble house to inform you as soon as possible."

"Then Master Lao, this matter...is very important to me."

The girl in the peach skirt nodded slightly, and returned the salute with a single slender hand, her tone seemed a little lost, but she didn't talk nonsense, and left neatly with the bun-faced little maid.

A gust of spring breeze from the treetops blew across the promenade, blowing up the white gauze of some girls in veiled hats. Ouyang Rong only saw a sharp chin and a touch of vermilion lips. The former looked like freshly peeled spring bamboo shoots.

Master Shandao watched the distinguished guest leave, turned around and came back with an apologetic expression;
"The magistrate has been waiting for a long time."

"It's okay, the master looks quite busy."

"Hey, I'm just a hard worker, and I don't know who has spread the reputation of being a good guide for me. There are too many tourists from all over the world, faithful men and women, and monks can't put on airs. They can only do it by themselves. "

The black-clothed old monk with a fluttering white beard and a fairy-like appearance sighed:
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the magistrate. In fact, most of the benefactors and bodhisattvas come to visit... It's just something that I can't figure out, but the Buddha's teachings are boundless. My Buddha is merciful. I'm stupid, but it doesn't mean that the Buddha is stupid. Guide these people to the boundless Dharma. Just ask for the way.”

So you are lying, right?
Ouyang Rong complained in his heart, but on his face he agreed:
"It's all the same. The county government is full of trivial cases every day. For example, the wife of Wang Yuan's family on the next street has been pregnant for a long time. She came to the official crying in private, saying that the parents should investigate carefully..."

He looked aggrieved: "Tell me, what should I do for her in such a matter?"

Master Shandao pondered for a while, and warmly suggested:
"Then if you report the case again in another day, the county magistrate can recommend this Mrs. Wang to come to our Donglin Temple to pray for a child. The son-giving Guanyin of our temple is well-known in Jiangzhou."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand:
"No need, later I heard from my subordinates that Wang Yuanwai died of illness when he was running a business in another place last year. Tell me, why is she pregnant as a widow? Isn't this a false report to tease me? Liu Lang dragged her down and drove her away with a symbolic slap."

He sighed: "There are troublemakers among the crowd."

"..." Master Shandao was taken aback with Xiufa, looked at the handsome face of a certain young county magistrate, and hesitated to speak.

County magistrate, are you sure this is not... an unjust case?
The master and apprentice had nothing to say for a moment.

The young county magistrate shook his head, stopped talking, turned around and said curiously:

"By the way, the girl came to see the master just now, is it because of these trivial matters?"

Seemingly feeling that it was not something private, Master Shandao pondered:
"I don't know too well, but I can't figure it out. This female Bodhisattva is here to ask for a poem from the ancients, and she doesn't know where she heard it.

"It is said that Tao Yuanming served as county magistrate in this county for 81 days. When he resigned, he left a hermit Fu, and gave it to the abbot of Donglin Temple at that time... This female Bodhisattva was looking for this ancient Fu, and asked Our Donglin Temple has a single copy that has not been preserved."

Ouyang Rong said casually: "Looking for the origin and ancient times, this girl is interesting, so do you have that Fu in Donglin Temple?"

Master Shandao smiled wryly:

"Grandfather of the county, this happened hundreds of years ago, a Fu. Besides, although our Donglin Temple is an ancient temple, it is not a palace treasury. Besides, there have been so many dynasty changes in the middle, how can there be any detailed records..."

The old monk paused, and seemed to think of something again:
"However, this Tao Yuanming is also considered a local celebrity. Anyway, if he really gave gifts, the abbots of all dynasties should have a good collection. I heard from my master before that there used to be a library in the temple, which was dedicated to keeping such books that are related to our temple. The pen and ink manuscripts of famous people."

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Then just look for it, maybe you can earn another incense fee that the female benefactor is grateful for."

Master Shandao sighed and shook his head: "Of course I can't find it, so I have no choice but to see off the guests." He asked again: "The county magistrate, do you remember the lotus pagoda that I mentioned before?"

Ouyang Rong was slightly stunned: "I have a little impression... Wait, is it the predecessor of the merit pagoda before your temple?"

"That's right, it was originally built by the royal family who worshiped Buddhism in the Southern Dynasties. The library that presided over the preservation of the lonely manuscripts of celebrities and celebrities in the past was set up in this pagoda. Unfortunately, it was all burned to ashes in a fire and later rebuilt. The merit tower is also."

Master Shandao looked regretful: "Hey, it's a pity that this female Bodhisattva is very generous. The poem she was looking for should be among them."

The host of the Donglin Temple has a high emotional intelligence, and the chat is just a chat, and he doesn't mention the specific name of the female Bodhisattva.

Naturally, Ouyang Rong didn't ask too much. He actually lost interest after hearing half of it. He was just talking about the small talk before the event.

In addition, the demeanor of the girl in the peach skirt who didn't see her true face just now really impressed him deeply, so he was naturally a little curious why this calm figure left in disappointment.

"Oh, that's really a pity."

"I'll let Xiufa and the others go find it."

Ouyang Rong nodded, and asked again if he was not interested. Master Shandao welcomed him all the way into the host room, entered the door, walked to the window and sat down.

Xiufa had been following the two curiously just now, and was about to retreat after serving tea and water. Before going out, the little novice seemed to remember something, and turned around and asked:

"By the way, master, that female Shi... the ancient Fu that the female Bodhisattva is looking for has a name. I'll ask the brothers in the Sutra Pavilion to look it up."

The little monk hurriedly changed his address halfway, imitating the address in the master's mouth.Last time, he asked his master curiously in private why some of the same female pilgrims were called female donors, while others were called female Bodhisattvas.

At that time, the master said meaningfully that when he understands the mystery one day, he can receive pilgrims instead of the master.As soon as my hair was stern, I suddenly felt that there was definitely a profound and unfathomable Buddhist theory hidden in it. Only after enlightenment can I become a high-spirited monk like the master...

In the presiding room, Master Shandao smiled and glanced at the student who was eager to learn and improve, and answered casually:

"This Ci Fu seems to be called... Going back and coming."

"My name is a bit strange...Okay, master." Xiufa muttered, nodded and stepped back.

Master Shandao watched Xiufa leave, and was about to continue joking with someone, but when he turned around, the old monk was stunned:

"Hey Mr. County, what are you...why did you spill tea on your body?"

"No...it's okay, this tea is so delicious, yes, my hands are shaking."

Ouyang Rong put down his teacup, covered his mouth and coughed, and couldn't help looking at the direction of a girl in a peach skirt outside the door who had already left.

He was indeed trembling just now.

But it's not that the tea is good, but after hearing a certain five-character name...

The dead language books started attacking him.

No, why do you still recite it?
……

Luming Street, Su Mansion.

In the early morning, a secluded courtyard.

The tranquility was broken, and a group of maidservants were busy coming in and out.

Behind a screen of flowers and birds in the west wing room, there is a curl of mist slowly emerging, filling the room.

Soap horns, hot water buckets, clean towels, thin silk clothes and other items were also sent in and out by the nimble maidservants.

There are girls who take a bath in the morning.

Outside the courtyard gate, a bun-faced little maid in light yellow clothes came with a full wooden tray.

There are bottles and jars on the plate, including wormwood, plaster, hot soup, and pills.

Caishou carried the tray, walked through the alley between the two boudoirs, entered the courtyard, passed by busy maids, opened the door and walked into the hot fog-shrouded west wing.

"Thank you little lady, madam asked me to apply the medicine for you."

The little maid with a bun face said crisply, after waiting for a while, the girl behind the screen didn't reply.

Caishou put down the medicine tray, approached lightly, and poked her head into the flower-and-bird screen to look around.

I don't know if it's the spring light behind the screen, or I'm drunk by the heat in the bathtub.

The chubby face of the little maid suddenly flushed red.

Behind the screen, a certain snow-white figure did not fully enter the water.

A few red-faced maids who couldn't help looking at them occasionally were carefully scrubbing with hot and humid towels.

Because the scar on the girl's back has not fully healed, she can't take a bath, but she has been recuperating for many days, and her body must be sticky and uncomfortable. In addition, the low-grade fever of the previous few nights has healed, so she can wake up and get out of bed this morning.

So the maids who took care of her in the yard boiled hot water, cleaned her up briefly, and applied medicine by the way.

Seeing that the noble daughter of the Xie family, who looked like a jade figure, was unreasonable, she was not annoyed by the colorful ribbon, she seemed to be used to it, and turned around to fetch the medicine tray.

Xie Lingjiang's face was slightly weak, his head was lowered, his black hair fell straight like black satin, and his two round, white shoulders emerged from the wet black hair like a white jade plate protruding from the dark night sky. Come out, it looks more and more lovable.

Especially in conjunction with the slightly dumbfounded eyes she was staring at the floor at the moment, and the shocking red marks on her back.

Even more delicate and timid.

It makes one want to rub her into her arms so that she can be pampered and bestowed with kindness.

The bun-faced little maid who brought the medicine walked in felt that if she was a man, she would definitely not be able to bear it after seeing this scene.

Caishou blinked.

But she knew that Miss Xie's lovely and delicate appearance was just an illusion.

There is a strong temper hidden in this delicate body.

Anyway, the past few days, Caishou was an eye-opener. On that day, when she was whipped into such a state, Miss Xie refused to help her, and walked back to the Su Mansion, back to this courtyard by herself.

In the next few times of applying medicine, I didn't say a word during the whole process.

However, the changes after this injury are not without.

Caishou found that Miss Xie was often in a daze these days.

Sometimes she hugged the quilt and stared at the white clouds outside the window, sometimes she nibbled her chopsticks and stared at the half bowl of rice left, and sometimes she tilted her head and stared at her, which made Caishou a little scared.

In short, after the injury this time, Miss Xie became silent a lot, she cherished words like gold, and there was an indescribable change in her body.

Caishou went to secretly ask her own lady, but the lady just didn't look back and continued to read, saying it was a good thing.

Caishou approached with small steps, smiled softly and said:

"Thank you young lady, it's time to apply the medicine."

The lady of the Xie family who was sitting on the bench with her legs bent sideways did not raise her head, her dripping jet-black wet hair just let out a soft "hmm" as thin as a mosquito.

The two scrubbing maids stepped aside to fetch clean towels and wipe her hair.

Caishou bent her knees, put the medicine tray on the stool, opened her eyes wide, carefully dispensed the medicine, and said with her small mouth:

"It's better to use the new prescription sent by your senior brother. The previous golden sore medicine didn't work well, and it made the little lady have a low fever all night. The new prescription is miraculous...

"Well, first smoke the wound with herb and wormwood, and then apply this strange plaster. After getting dressed, drink some body-reinforcing soup. The taste is a bit bitter, but hey, look, I brought I bought a piece of rock candy, and I will promise later..."

The girl who had been looking down in a daze since just now suddenly raised her head and asked, "Where is Senior Brother?"

"what?"

The white sugar that was lightly twisted between Caishou's fingers almost fell into the brown medicinal soup, and her mouth froze.

The two stared at each other for a while.

Xie Lingjiang's pale pink lips parted slightly again: "Didn't you mention it just now?"

Caishou regained consciousness and nodded:
"Yeah, this is the healing prescription he sent someone... Where is he, no... I don't know, he must be busy with the county government. He is the county magistrate. Didn't he say that the county is going to dig a new one? River, these officials must be busy with a lot of business..."

"Oh."

Seemingly belatedly realizing that she had just overheard, Xie Lingjiang's eyes seemed to have entered some hazy mist, and the brilliance dimmed a bit.

She nodded slightly, moved her pink buttocks slightly, and turned her snowy back to the bun-faced little maid, acquiescing that she could take the medicine.

The little girl didn't think much, she lowered her head and wiped the medicine carefully.

It's just that, like the two scrubbing maids just now, she couldn't help but flick her eyes when she was dabbing on some welts that stretched far.

Well, it would have been nice if it had been a little more crooked back then, maybe you can take the opportunity to climb up and try the feel after applying the medicine now... Caishou's little head is full of wild thoughts, mainly because a certain scenery is really spectacular.

Xie Lingjiang didn't know that a certain bun-faced little maid didn't learn well, and she was thinking about things all day long. At this time, because of the little girl's distraction, when the wound on her back was being smeared with too much force occasionally, there was a burst of numbness. pain.

Xie Lingjiang bit his lower lip lightly, staring at the few strands of black hair falling from his forehead, without moving or speaking.

The west wing also fell silent for a moment.

At this moment, a servant girl's voice suddenly came from the yard:

"Little lady, someone came to see you, he said it was your senior brother..."

Caishou, who was applying the medicine, suddenly felt a white light flicker in front of his eyes, and the scars that were being processed in focus disappeared in a teleport.

There was nothing in front of me.

She widened her eyes and turned to look away.

A girl with wet hair and shawl grabbed a towel, tilted her head to wipe her hair, and grabbed her clothes with her hands.

"..." Caishou and several servant girls.

The little maid with a steamed bun face catches up with her mouth, stretches out a small hand, and fanes the wind up and down:

"Wait, wait, you can't wear those dirty clothes..."

　I hope I didn't disturb the brothers' date (confirmed)... Ah, what, no date, it's okay, it's okay, my junior sister will accompany you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)