In early spring, there was a lot of rain, and it started to rain heavily on the third day of the road. Because he was summoned to Beijing, Jingye did not dare to delay the road, for fear of misleading the emperor's order and causing trouble, which would affect hundreds of lives in the temple and move forward in the rain.

With a loud "boom", the blue and purple lightning broke the dark sky and earth, and heavy rain poured down. Although Yuanping was wearing a hat and sat under the baffle, the rain was too heavy and his whole body was soaked. He wiped the rain on his face and said, "Master, the yellow earth road was completely damaged by the rain. It was bumpy and it was really difficult to move."

As soon as the words were finished, the wheels were trapped in a mud pit. Seeing this, the other two carriages were parked not far ahead and waited.

Yuanping waved his whip and urged the horse to pull it forward with force. The mud pit was too deep, and the surrounding soil was softened by the rain. The more the horse pulled forward, the bigger the pit, the wheels were trapped in it, and they could not pull it out even if they were alive.

"Yuanping, let's go down to find a stone to cushion."

"Master, it's raining outside, don't come down, I'll go find stone." Yuanping said as he jumped out of the carriage to find stone.

A loud thunder struck, struck not far from the left side of the horse, shaking the ground. The horse was frightened and started to madly, pulling the wheel out of the mud pit. No one controlled the horse, and the horse ran away. There was a burst of exclamation from behind, and a gray shadow rushed out.

The horse was running around in the car. The three people sitting in the car were tilted and their internal organs almost moved. Just as they were complaining, they suddenly heard the neighing sound of the horse. After the car bumped a few times, they slowly stopped.

"Huh!" The three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and finally got out of trouble.

"Are you all in the car safe? Are you injured?" A clear and clear male voice came from outside the car.

The man did not open the car door and asked. He thought that he was worried about the bumpy carriage. The people in the car must be disheveled and embarrassed at this time. He would feel embarrassed when he suddenly saw outsiders. This polite and careful action made Jingye very satisfied. He chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Thank you for helping him. Pomni and others are not seriously injured. Please wait for the donor and Rong Pomni thank you in person."

The man outside the car obviously did not expect that there was a person outside the car. He heard the old voice and jumped out of the car and stood beside the car.

"Junior brother, stay in the car." Jingye tidied up her clothes, told Song Ruoxi, and opened the car door.

Song Ruoxi saw from the opened door that the rain had stopped, and also saw a man in black standing beside the car. His eyebrows were coming into his temples and his face was close to his neck. There was a scar that was not very obvious.

Although the man felt a gaze in the car, he still obeyed the etiquette, straightened and looked straight without squinting.

Jingye slowly got out of the car, reached out and pulled the car door, closed his hands and said, "The donor is polite. Minnie Jinglian Temple Jingye, thank you for helping him. May I ask the donor's name?"

"I have seen Master Jingye, and the master is polite." The man clasped his hands and returned the favor, "The reputation is not worth mentioning. I wonder where the master's driver is now? Do you need to help find it?"

Seeing the man wearing black clothes, a sword hanging on his waist, and his phoenix eyes showed power, Jingye guessed that he should be the guard of the mansion. He neither wanted to tell him the identity nor force him, and said, "People who are on the same road should look for him along the ruts, so there is no need to bother the donor. If the donor has something to do, please give in to yourself."

"Then let's take one step ahead."

"Donor walk slowly!" Jingye said politely.

The man turned around and walked a few steps, let out a clear long roar, and a horse ran to him from a distance, and he turned over and rode his horse away.

Jingye waited for him to walk away, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, got on the car, drove the horse, and slowly walked back along the ruts. After walking about five hundred meters, he encountered two other carriages. Seeing that the three were safe and sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The carriage turned back to the official road, but this delay was already in the city. It was already dark. The shops facing the street lit up lanterns, and the dim candlelight was clearly extinguished in the evening breeze. The carriage slowly stopped outside the gate of the post station, but the post station could not be occupied. The ninth day of the second month was the 50th birthday of the empress dowager. The prince and princess who lived in the vassal state went to the capital to celebrate the birthday of the empress dowager.

This is the only way to enter Beijing. There are many people coming and going. In addition, these royal relatives are already crowded. Jingye and others walked through several inns, and they were all full. Jingye was a little worried. Should they spend the night in the carriage?

"Senior brother, it's time to find a place to stay. It's afraid it's raining in the middle of the night." Jinglin looked at Song Ruoxi sitting in the car, and saw her eyes hanging slightly, leaning against Xiangxiu's arms in a little sluggish, motionless, worried that she would be too scared and get sick, and wanted to find a place to make Dingshen soup for her to drink.

"Go to the inn in front to ask!" Jingye was also afraid that Song Ruoxi would get sick, so she had already walked in before Yuanping came forward to ask.

The inn was also full, and Jingye turned around and left disappointed.

"Master Jingye!"

Jingye heard the sound and turned around to see a man in black standing on the stairs who was helping to subdue the horse in the afternoon. He clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is polite."

"Master Jingye is looking for a place to stay?" the man in black walked down the stairs and asked.

"Yes."

"At this time, I'm afraid there will be no spare rooms in the city."

Jingye frowned in embarrassment, what should I do?

The man in black thought for a moment and said, "You can free up two rooms below. How about Master staying for one night?"

"Amitabha, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." Although there were ten people and two rooms could not be squeezed, it was better than sleeping on the streets. Jingye didn't care about being polite at this time, and he closed his hands and thanked him.

"When you go out, there are many inconveniences. It is natural for you to watch and help each other. Master doesn't have to thank you." The man in black smiled and turned sideways to instruct the servant in gray who followed him, "Decheng, let them free up two rooms for you masters."

Decheng agreed and went upstairs to ask someone to vacate the room.

Jingye asked Yuanping to ask everyone to come in, and Yuanping and the other two went to the backyard of the inn to unload the truck and feed the horses. Seeing that there were two girls dressed as laymen among the nuns, one of whom was still sick, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the man in black.

Xiangxiu asked the boss to borrow it for use in the kitchen and boil Dingshen soup for Song Ruoxi to drink. At this time, Decheng walked in and asked with a smile: "Sister, what are you cooking?"

Xiang Xiu recognized that she was the one who helped her just now and said with a smile: "I'm making a calming soup for my girl."

"It's hard to run all the way, take good care of your health." Decheng touched the pot and the stove, and he also had to use the kitchen. "Little sister, your girl is not able to figure out what she wants to become a nun?"

"My girl is not going to become a monk. My girl is a lay disciple of Buddhism." Xiang Xiu said with a smile.

Decheng's eyes rolled and continued to ask, "Subsid disciple, who is your girl's master?"

"What do you want to know about this?" Xiang Xiu asked vigilantly.

"I didn't do anything, I just chat, chat." Decheng smiled silly.

Xiang Xiu pursed her lips, lowered her eyelids, and used a palm-shaped fan to slap the fire.

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