With the endorsement from Master Huiming, Ji Xinyao naturally believed Song Zilian's words and thought that meeting him today was just a coincidence.
"Tomorrow is the 10th anniversary of my mother's death, so the whole family comes over to perform a ritual ceremony for him and sweep his grave." Ji Xinyao replied.
"So that's it."
"Where's Zhizhi? You came up and left her alone in Song Mansion?" Ji Xinyao asked with concern.
"Otherwise, it won't be a good idea to be alone with your bestie, okay?" Song Zilian looked like he wanted to have the word "virtue" carved on his face.
Ji Xinyao thought about it seriously, "But you have so many family members, how can you think of it as being alone?"
Everyone in the Ji family looked a little weird when they saw Song Zilian. After all, they didn't have any good intentions when they came here. If there was a Song Zilian who interfered, things would become troublesome.
"Xinyao, the little master here is still waiting, let's not talk anymore." Ji Chengye just wanted to call Ji Xinyao and leave quickly.
As for Song Zilian, he couldn't afford to offend him and could afford to hide from him.
But Song Zilian came here to get close to Ji Xinyao, so how could he let go.
"Where do you live?" Song Zilian asked familiarly.
Before his family could speak, the young novice answered first, "Over there in Xiyuan."
There are three types of wing rooms in Longquan Temple. One is the most common bunk room, which is usually a room for 8 or 10 people. The price is only a few dozen yuan a night, and it has nothing but a bed.
The second-class Xiyuan is a more ordinary standard room. Because it is on the top of the mountain, the conditions are slightly worse in all aspects.
The east courtyard is the best wing of Longquan Temple. Because of its high price, it can only be occupied a few times a year. Pilgrims usually only fill it up at the beginning of the year when the incense is poured out.
"So you want to live in the same house with your sister?" Song Zilian looked at Ji Xinyao distressedly.
The two of them lived together for 24 hours and quarreled at least 48 times.
Ji Xinyao frowned slightly. She didn't think much of it at first. After all, Ji Xinyao had no memory of sleeping in the same room with Ji Jingxue before. After being reminded by Song Zilian, she felt that something was a little subtle.
It's not like the Ji family can't afford to live in Dongyuan, and if they have to do something, they will definitely book a room in advance. But this arrangement has only one purpose - to let Ji Jingxue keep an eye on Ji Xinyao!
"I live in Dongyuan, and the pilgrim next door happened to move out last night. Do you want to move here?"
The environment in Dongyuan is much better than that in Xiyuan. Ji Xinyao feels more comfortable living next door to Song Zilian than being a roommate with Ji Jingxue.
At this time, Ji Chengye was not happy anymore.
"Xinyao, come back here! How can you, a little girl who is not yet married, just go with a man casually?"
Song Zilian pointed at himself in surprise, "How can it be considered casual to follow me? Am I not her fiancé? Your Ji family made the marriage certificate yourself."
Ji Chengye was suddenly replaced.
In order to regain his face, Ji Chengye had no choice but to choke out, "I'm educating my own daughter, why are you interrupting?"
Song Zilian bent down and leaned into Ji Xinyao's ear, still asking in a soft voice, "Do you want to go with me?"
"I won't do anything without any benefit." Ji Xinyao glanced at him and showed a meaningful smile.
"What benefits do you want?"
"I'm tired from walking on the mountain road. I just need someone to give me a massage and relax."
"Okay, wait for me."
Song Zilian said, blocking Ji Xinyao behind him, gently raising his chin and staring at Ji Chengye.
"In front of Xinyao, do you think I'm too talkative?"
Song Zilian's tone changed instantly, and even his innocent puppy-like eyes became as sharp as a beast's.
Ji Chengye's legs felt weak for a moment. He originally thought that he was Ji Xinyao's father, and Song Zilian would not be disrespectful to him as a junior no matter what.
If Song Zilian and he really recognized each other, how could his little Ji family be able to withstand it?
"Mr. Song, that's not what I meant. Of course our Ji family recognizes the engagement, but there is no marriage, and neither party has even officially met their parents. If this spreads out, it will not be good for Xinyao's reputation."
Ji Chengye knew that Song Zilian cared about Ji Xinyao, so he pretended to care about Ji Xinyao and advised Song Zilian.
But Song Zilian had been in contact with Ji Xinyao for so long, so how could he not know that what Ji Chengye said was all hypocrisy.
"My whole family should be waiting in line at the underworld. If you want to see them, I can make it easier."
Ji Chengye saw that he couldn't get enough food and salt, so he had to give up. After all, he didn't really want to queue up in the underworld.
"Okay. Please take good care of Xinyao."
Seeing the change of plan, Li Rongfang immediately touched Ji Chengye with his hand.
"You, the father, are just going to hand over our Xinyao like this?"
"Then what can I do? How many lives do we have, and we have to go head-to-head with the Song family?"
Ji Chengye sighed and had no choice but to change his tone of voice.
"Mr. Song, tomorrow is the death anniversary of Xinyao's biological mother. We will hold a simple ceremony. Her mother has loved this child since she was a child. At least let Xinyao come back before the ceremony tomorrow."
He said it aggrievedly, as if Song Zilian was some kind of bandit bully who had taken his daughter.
Song Zilian leaned back slightly, turned his head and asked Ji Xinyao, "Can I force you?"
"No." Ji Xinyao replied firmly.
"Then can you tell me when you leave?"
"It depends on your mood."
Ji Xinyao's answer was not what he expected.
So Song Zilian turned around and said, "You heard me. Xinyao wants to fulfill her filial piety, and she will go when the time comes."
After he finished speaking, he took Ji Xinyao's hand.
"Let's go. Last night I talked about Buddhist scriptures with the pilgrims who live there. I took a look at the environment there. The mountain scenery is particularly beautiful, and you can even see the waterfall opposite."
"Don't you need to register first?"
"No, I've already taken care of Dongyuan. Originally, I just wanted the place to be cleaner. I just wanted the masters to give lectures so that no one would disturb me."
"Then I won't disturb you?"
"Yes. But you are next door to me, so I am the only one who bothers you."
Song Zilian took Ji Xinyao to Dongyuan. He had already intended for Ji Xinyao to move here, so he didn't bother anyone from the temple to clean it up. He specifically asked his own people to do it themselves, so as not to leave any trace of Kong Youli.
Ji Xinyao was really tired. As soon as she entered the room, she collapsed on the bed and kicked up her legs.
"I brought a fascia gun, do you want to use it?"
"Didn't you want to press it for me? Why did I do it myself?" She kicked off her sandals and lay on the bed, "I am always taking care of you, and occasionally let me enjoy your service. I
I’m really tired, not only my legs are tired, my waist, neck and shoulders are also tired, please take a moment.”
The weather was already getting hot. Ji Xinyao was only wearing shorts and short sleeves, with her long and straight legs exposed, her back facing him defenselessly. As Song Zilian watched, it was difficult not to have some hot thoughts.
"If you want to do this, I will do it directly."
"Song Zilian, do you think I would care about this with you?" She rested her head on her arms and said slowly, "I don't deny that I did have psychological resistance to your approach after knowing that we were traveling together. But psychological resistance
It doesn’t mean that you will resist it physically. And I’ve also figured it out. It would be quite annoying if I deliberately delayed you from completing the task. Let’s each rely on our own abilities.”