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Everyone was watching? Just waiting for the fifth lady to be defeated. In this era, when a husband is the leader of his wife, his son is the father's life, and even his wife and son cannot handle things, what can a lady do?

Xining smiled suddenly and shouted loudly: "Is the one in the house Fujiwara?"

Everyone was stunned, and the head guard's face changed, and he was ashen: "How can Miss Fifth call him the name of the Lord?"

Xining asked back: "Aren't you a monk? Do you have a name for a monk?"

The guard choked, and monks were not secular people. He took a deep breath: "Even if the Taoist Master became a monk, the Taoist Master had to be loyal to him before, and the young man should do his duty."

Xining smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will be loyal."

Then he shouted: "The Buddha has a destiny to live with people, and there are monks in the house. The little girl wants to follow the Buddha."

After a while, someone in the room said, "My Buddha is merciful and has saved all the people from water and fire. Please come in."

Xining raised an eyebrow at the head of the guard and walked in.

Leaving the guard commander outside the door was confused. If the person in the room was not Master Fujiwara, then what he said just now must be counted?

The wife and concubines stared at the fifth lady and saw her entering the house, and some even secretly looked at Mrs. Lunko. Mrs. Lunko was kneeling there, her whole body was shaking slightly, her hands were tightly clenched, and her fingers were all white.

How could I not be angry, making trouble and breaking, but I was pushed to the ground, almost breaking my waist. As a result, the fifth lady stood at the door and said two words, and was put in. What's the point of making trouble!

When Xining walked in, she saw Taoist Fujiwara, who had already shaved his hair, sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a string of agarwood Buddhist beads in his hand, turning and pinching the beads one by one, closing his eyes and muttering words in his mouth. He didn't know what sutra he was chanting.

After thinking about it, Xining went to the offering table first, took three incense sticks, lit it, bowed respectfully three times, and inserted the incense burner. Instead, she sat down on a futon opposite Master Fujiwara.

Instead of kneeling, I sat down cross-legged.

"Hi, monk!" Xining said calmly: "Do you have a Dharma name?"

Taoist Master Fujiwara suddenly opened his eyes and glared at her, with an extremely sharp look.

Well, I finally feel a bit like a powerful person.

But he quickly closed his eyes again: "I am a monk named Xingguan."

"Puff~" Xining laughed suddenly: "Sorry, my father, I'm not used to you calling me a monk. Your current situation seems not poor. There are no one else now, so don't want this. I won't object to what you do."

Master Fujiwara still closed his eyes and turned his Buddhist beads in his hand: "Oh, don't you object?"

You shouldn't be like a woman outside, crying and making a fuss, kneeling and begging him to return to secular life.

"Why do you object? You're just changing your name? As for whether to change your lifestyle, it's my father's business." Xining was a little hungry and saw that there were tributes on the desk, which looked pretty good. So she stood up, took a piece of pastry and took a bite.

Unfortunately, the pastry has been smelled of aromatic smell.

She spitted the brazier in her mouth directly to the next brazier, threw down the pastry that had taken a bite, grabbed an apple, and took a bite.

This apple was just put on yesterday and can still be eaten.

So after eating, I returned to the futon and sat cross-legged. It is not easy to sit cross-legged on Twelve, so I should know that I don’t wear such clothes anymore.

Hearing the sound of her biting the apple, Master Fujiwara opened his eyes: "This is for the Buddha."
Chapter completed!