Ning Yujin’s trip to the family temple was undoubtedly very pleasant and leisurely.
The presiding lady of the Ning family temple was the dowry maid of Mrs. Ning's wife. She never married. After the death of Mrs. Ning, she came here to become a monk.
The old man is over seventy years old. She has a kind face and is very easy to talk to. She also makes good vegetarian food. She is the chef of the temple.
This is one of the reasons why Ning Yujin wanted to take refuge here.
Another reason is that no one cares about her here, so she can do whatever she wants!
In the morning, climb up to the back mountain and wander around, breathe in the fresh air, do radio gymnastics, and eliminate poisonous gases from the body.
At noon, go to the waterfall to catch fish, go to the mountains to pick mushrooms, go to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots, or have a good sleep.
In the evening, have a rich and delicious vegetarian meal to end the day.
Let's live this day as casually as possible.
What?
When should I recite sutras to the old man?
Are you kidding me? She doesn't even know who the old lady is. She can read it to anyone who is interested.
"Good morning, Master Qingyun, good morning, Master Qingshan!" Ning Yujin opened the door, stretched, and greeted the two masters sweeping the floor in the distance with a smile.
When Qingyun saw Ning Yujin, he smiled and shook his head: "You are almost at the age of marriage, why are you still acting like a child?"
"Third Miss looks like she is lucky at first sight. She will be blessed with great blessings in the future." Qingshan also smiled and answered.
Ning Yujin came over laughing and joking: "Hey, since I'm so lucky, I will definitely be able to eat jealous bamboo shoots at night, right?"
"What nonsense is this!" Qingyun suddenly laughed.
Qingshan said helplessly: "I just want to do it, but there are no bamboo shoots in the temple."
"I'm going to dig!" Ning Yujin immediately picked up the tools happily.
"This girl doesn't look like a lady from a wealthy family." The two of them smiled and shook their heads.
Ning Yujin had been wandering around the mountains and rivers near the Ning family temple for a long time. She knew where there were bamboo forests and where she could dig big and tender bamboo shoots.
She was afraid of getting her clothes dirty, so she put on a dusty Taoist uniform and a cloth hat of the same color. She really looked like a little nun.
"Hey, this is good, it will be delicious and crispy when fried!"
When she saw a fresh bamboo shoot, her eyes lit up and she ran over immediately. She was about to dig it with a hoe, but her movements suddenly stopped.
cold.
It's not ordinary cold.
The air seemed to be covered with frost, and the surrounding area seemed to be covered with a silvery white, as if time had gone backwards and it was the twelfth lunar month of winter.
Ning Yujin's heart sank, she tightened her clothes and slowly raised her head.
A pair of black boots fell into her eyes. The boots were embroidered with complicated patterns with dark gold embroidery thread, vaguely showing luxury.
Then there is a brocade-woven black robe, with a jade belt around the waist, and dark gold embroidery on the placket and cuffs with clear lines.
Further up, there is the strong and resolute curve of the chin, the thin lips tightly pressed into a line, and the pair of... ice-cold eyes.
The moment Ning Yujin saw that face clearly, she squatted on the ground, looking a little stupid: "You...why are you here!"
Mo Jingxiao!
It’s actually Mo Jingxiao!
This enemy wouldn't chase her here because of what happened last time!
When Ning Yujin thought of this possibility, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
If this is the case, then this Mo Jingxiao can truly be regarded as an example of the most stingy man in history.
Mo Jingxiao frowned and said nothing. He only looked at her with a pair of dark eyes, his aura was urgent and pressing.
Ning Yujin suppressed her surprise in a few breaths. She raised her head and looked at Mo Jingxiao, and immediately realized that something was wrong: "Are you...poisoned?"
As soon as he said these words, the cold air around him seemed to get heavier and heavier.
Ning Yujin wrapped her clothes tightly, patted her butt and stood up, boldly taking a step forward in front of Mo Jingxiao.