At the foot of Reclining Buddha Mountain.

There are so many tourists and vendors shouting, it’s so lively.

On the steps up the mountain, it was even more bustling and crowded.

Some are alone, some are bringing families with them; some are in pairs; some are gathering friends, and some are in groups.

Many vendors were selling colorful windmills, candy figures, paper kites, etc., which attracted many children and girls to stop and pester adults to buy.

The carriage stopped at the intersection outside.

Nangong Meijiao led everyone in the Qin family to the steps up the mountain in a familiar way.

The lively atmosphere slightly relieved the depressed and restless mood of everyone in the Qin family.

When the tourists saw this group of people dressed in luxurious clothes and accompanied by guards, they all took the initiative to get out of the way. The vendors who were stopping tourists on the roadside and shouting at the goods in their hands also took the initiative to move away.

Nangong Meijiao had a cold face and walked in front with a formidable momentum.

The tourist only glanced at it and then timidly looked away.

Everyone has their own aura.

Some people are weak and some people are strong.

People living at the bottom have the weakest auras, and are the most inferior and timid at heart; while those who hold high positions or are born into noble families, as well as those with strong abilities, naturally carry a powerful aura with them, making them

People look at it with fear, and feel guilty and timid without realizing it.

After they passed by, the tourists behind them dared to whisper.

"I wonder if a wealthy family in Kyoto is traveling. Look, even their maids are dressed in bright clothes. They are all as beautiful as flowers..."

"I'm afraid it's not just a rich family, it looks like a nobleman from the inner city..."

Listening to the discussion behind her, Song Ruyue was unhappy but worried. She couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Master, when can we move into the inner city?"

Qin Wenzheng glanced at her and didn't want to answer at first, but after thinking for a while, he said: "You have to ask Chuan'er and Qingzhou, or Lang'er. I have no hope, I can only count on them.

"

Song Ruyue pouted and said nothing.

I originally wanted to complain that he should not resign, but after thinking about it, if he did not resign, the whole family would not be able to come to Kyoto.

A meritorious family with a title cannot move the family at will.

"Tanghulu, candied haws! Sweet and crispy candied haws..."

On the side of the road, a dark-skinned girl with long braids and a floral skirt was holding a stick in her arms filled with bright red and attractive candied haws, and she was shouting loudly.

There was a gray-haired old man sitting behind him, who occasionally shouted along.

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and took a look and asked: "Who eats candied haws?"

Bai Ling was the first to raise his hand and said: "I eat, I eat! Uncle, I eat!"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Then go and buy it, and buy a bunch for everyone by the way."

Bai Ling: "..."

"Humph! My uncle is so stingy!"

She pouted, with a look of resentment on her face.

Luo Qingzhou walked over, took out his silver, bought eight strings, then took them back and distributed them to Xiaodie, Qiu'er, Zhu'er, Mei'er, and the second lady, and then handed them to Xia Chan.

There are still two strings left in my hand.

He handed one of the bunches to Bai Ling and asked, "Are you still stingy?"

Bai Ling immediately snatched it away and said with a smile: "You are not stingy anymore. I know my mistakes and can correct them. I will forgive you."

As he said that, he took a "click" and bit off one. He narrowed his eyes sweetly, revealing sweet dimples on his face, looking cute and silly.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at Miss Qin next to her, hesitated, handed the last bunch over, and said, "Miss, do you want to eat?"

Qin Jianjia shook her head slightly, her expression cold.

Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, a "cough" sound suddenly came from in front of him.

Song Ruyue: "Cough cough cough."

Luo Qingzhou glanced in front of him and then realized what he was doing. He quickly took the last bunch and handed it to Princess Nangong, saying: "Princess, this is for you."

Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "I won't eat."

Luo Qingzhou took it back and was about to put it in his mouth when a "cough" sound suddenly came from next to him.

Song Ruyue stared at him with a cold face and said: "Cough cough cough!"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

He froze, and then he really reacted. He quickly handed over the last bunch in his hand and said, "Mother-in-law, do you want to eat?"

"snort!"

Song Ruyue grabbed it and walked quickly in front, muttering: "Without a wink."

Qin Wenzheng couldn't help but muttered: "How old are you, and you still eat this kind of thing?"

When Song Ruyue heard this, she immediately turned her head and said, "Master, what do you mean? Do you dislike her for being old? She is only twenty-nine this year!"

Qin Wenzheng was stunned and asked in confusion: "Twenty-nine? How do I remember that you were twenty-nine two years ago?"

Song Ruyue stared at him with resentment on her face.

Second Miss Qin quickly held back her laughter and said, "Dad, you remembered wrong. Mom is only twenty-nine this year."

Qin Wenzheng glanced at her suspiciously and muttered: "It doesn't look like that."

Luo Qingzhou also said quickly: "I don't think it's very similar either. My mother-in-law doesn't look like she is twenty-nine years old."

Song Ruyue suddenly stared at him with blazing eyes.

Luo Qingzhou continued: "Just now, my mother-in-law and the second lady were walking together. I heard a tourist next to me say, "Look, those sisters are so beautiful." My mother-in-law looked so young, like twenty, maybe two at most.

fifteen."

"Pfft..."

Miss Qin Er covered her mouth and laughed.

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked serious, glanced at him angrily and said, "Huh, I'm getting more and more skilled at flattery."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked forward, suddenly grinning and snickering.

The group continued to climb the steps.

Qin Chuan walked at the back, looking around warily, looking menacing and wanting to start a fight with someone.

Many tourists saw these female relatives who were all fair-skinned and beautiful, like flowers and jade. They couldn't help but want to take a few more glances. When he glared at them, they immediately walked away in fright.

When we were halfway up the mountain, two roads suddenly appeared in front of us.

One path goes straight up, leading to the temple at the peak; the other path extends to the right, leading to the temple on the mountainside.

Nangong Meijiao explained in a low voice: "Although these two temples are both Jinchan Temple, the buildings and people inside are very different. The Jinchan Temple on the top of the mountain is where the monks really practice.

It is quiet and quiet, with a strong Buddhist atmosphere. The one on the mountainside is specially used for tourists and pilgrims to offer incense and make wishes. There are many people, but there are usually no eminent monks there."

Qin Wenzheng asked: "Master Wukong should be up there, right?"

Nangong Meijiao pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know either. My father came to ask last time, but he didn't ask anything."

The two of them were talking in low voices while walking up the stairs, when two monks in gray robes suddenly walked down from the top.

One of the burly monks lowered his head and said: "Amitabha, if you want to offer incense, please go through the road on the right."

Qin Wenzheng quickly raised his hands and said: "You are polite, little master, we are not here to offer incense. My little girl is suffering from a disease and has been treated by countless doctors but there is no cure. Therefore, I want to go up and see Master Wukong from your temple. I hope he can

Can you help me take a look?"

"Master Wukong?"

When the two monks heard this, they looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

The burly monk put his palms together and said, "Donor, there is no Master Wukong you are looking for in this temple. If you want to worship Buddha and pray for blessings, please go to the temple on the right, where you can burn incense and make wishes, and pray for your daughter to be cured of illness."

Qin Wenzheng frowned and glanced at the princess next to him.

Nangong Meijiao said: "I came with my father a few days ago, and we went to the temple above. Today we also want to go up there to see it. I hope the two young masters can be accommodating. Even if there is no Master Wukong above, we

I also want to ask other elders."

The two monks bowed their heads and clasped their hands together and said, "Amitabha, the elder of our temple, never meets outsiders."

The burly monk still raised his hand to guide, and said politely but sternly: "Dear donors, let's go to the temple on the right."

Nangong Meijiao suddenly became angry: "I am the princess of Nanguo County Prince's Mansion. My father and I just came here a few days ago. Why are we not allowed to go up today?"

The burly monk still lowered his head and said expressionlessly: "Donor, you really can't do it today, so please come back."

Nangong Meijiao's eyes turned cold and she put her hands on her waist.
To be continued...