Fast Transmigration: Save Him - Chapter 194

Just an hour after the late Song Dynasty, Qing Jiu changed her light clothes, took out a cap from the wardrobe, stuffed it into her canvas bag and walked out of the room slowly.

When she came to the stairs, she specially looked down and saw that Alan was busy in the kitchen. She crept down the stairs and ran to the gate. When she saw that the door was unlocked, she opened the door and went out.

When she walked out of the gate for a few hundred meters, she took out the cap from her bag, put it on her head, lowered the brim of the cap, and just covered her small face.

Yesterday, Qing Jiu overheard someone saying that song Mu Chu often went to a temple in the north of the city. She didn’t know what to do. She only knew that she would go there once a month. She thought there must be some secret here.

Moreover, she has a strong feeling that the secret must have something to do with herself.

She remembered that there was always a light sandalwood on him, even with sandalwood bracelets. Did he believe in Buddhism?

Qing Jiu thinks that if you want to go to that temple anyway, maybe you can get something unexpected, or it’s good to pay homage to Buddha.

Taking a taxi for more than half an hour, Qing Jiu arrived at the temple.

Yuanshan temple.

Qing Jiu looked up at the three words and looked down. She found that the temple was built in the middle of the mountain. From her present position to the inside of the temple, she had to walk the hundreds of steps in front of her.

Qing Jiu took a deep breath, and finally understood why on the weekend, the road to here was unimpeded. It seemed that many people were forced back by this step.

She gritted her teeth and stepped up the steps.

I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. Anyway, when Qing Jiu was about to lose his strength, the steps came to the end, and there was a bell ringing in his ear.

Qing Jiu raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and looked forward. A monk was standing inside, staring at her deeply.

The monk was about fifty years old. His forehead was full, his face had light wrinkles, his eyes were small, but he was very energetic, as if there were many things hidden.

This look made her very uncomfortable. She turned her head to one side, went into the hall, knelt on the futon, put her hands together, but her mind was blank.

“Benefactor is not afraid of hardship, but he finds that he has nothing to ask for.” The monk whispered and turned to look at Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu opened her eyes and stood up slowly. When she just climbed the steps, she didn’t feel how her legs were. Now she felt that her legs were sore. She couldn’t help frowning.

“Sit here, benefactor.” The monk pointed to the chair next to him, went straight over and sat down. Then he picked up the tea cup, poured a cup of tea and put it beside him. It was for Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu sat down on the chair, took a look at the tea in the cup, and smelled the taste carefully. It turned out that it was West Lake Longjing, which was the favorite of the late Song Dynasty.

“Benefactor, you’ve been worried too much recently. Is there something bothering you?” The monk said slowly, looking at the Buddha beside him.

“I have some troubles, I don’t know…” Qing Jiuyi didn’t know how to call her.

“Abbot of the temple.” The monk immediately saw what Qing Jiu thought and responded to her.

“It’s not a big deal either. I just want to live quietly by myself, but I’m always haunted by some things.” Qing Jiu knows that he must know song Mu Chu, so she still can’t say too much about her. What if he tells song Mu Chu?

“Don’t worry, benefactor. No one else will know what you said. As for a quiet life, you can’t get away from it. ” He sighed heavily, turned a string of beads with his fingers, and lowered his head to recite the Sutra.

Qing Jiu pursed her lips. Everything was because of her. If she could stay out of it, how could there be so many things?

“Host, few people come to this temple, right?” Qing Jiu asked tentatively, carefully looking at his expression.

When he heard these words, his expression didn’t change. He just looked up, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he replied, “all the people who come here are predestined ones. Predestination can’t be forced. It’s a blessing to be less.” He stood up and walked slowly towards the back, leaving Qing Jiu alone.

It seems that the host is a man who is dedicated to Buddhism. What is the purpose of coming here in the late Song Dynasty? Is there any doubt in his mind? Or is he upset about something?

Qing nine sighed, stood up, ready to leave.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, a young monk came to her and told her that there was a cable car behind, which could go directly to the bus station at the foot of the mountain.

Then the monk left, leaving Qing Jiu in disorder in the bright sun.

Just now that taxi driver must have been deliberately bullying her. She never came here. She deliberately took a long road and let her climb the steps!

People are dangerous!

Qing Jiu rolled his eyes and went to the cable car at the back, paid the money and took the cable car down the mountain.

When Qing Jiu came home, it was already two o’clock in the afternoon. She opened the door and found that Alan had gone out.

So no one will find her sneaking out?

Qing nine triumphantly smile a few, quickly back to the room, took a bath, ready to lie on the bed.

Just lying for a few minutes, my stomach began to sing “empty city plan”.

Qing Jiu got up from the bed and took out snacks from the cupboard. As soon as she finished eating a packet of potato chips, she heard Alan’s voice from downstairs.

She put aside the biscuit she had just picked up, went to the door, gently opened a crack, and heard Alan answering the phone, as if her father had called back.

“Yes, I’ll get my suitcase packed right away, OK.” Alan hung up and ran up to her father’s room.

Looks like her dad’s going on a business trip.

Qing Jiu felt tired, picked up the biscuit again, ate half of it, and then went back to bed.

“Hum.”

Qing Jiu frowned, opened his eyes to touch the mobile phone, is a strange number called.

“Hello, Miss Song. I’m Xu Rong, the special assistant of President song. Please come here. President song has drunk too much. I’ll send you the address later. That’s it.”

“Hello! Hello Qing nine is still at a loss, staring at the mobile phone for a while to realize that it has been more than five.

She just closed her eyes and took a nap, and three hours passed?

Qing Jiu sat up and felt the mobile phone shaking in her hand.

She opened the message and found that it was the address of a senior club.

Qing Jiu throws the mobile phone aside, turns over and gets out of bed, changes her clothes, and then goes out with her bag.

Shengyuan club is a club for people who are rich or expensive to eat, drink and play. Most people need a membership card to get in. As for people like song Mu Chu, they can get in by brushing their faces, including Qing Jiu.

When Qing Jiu walked in, a waiter took her directly to the door of a room on the fifth floor, where Xu Rong and Luo Yu stood.

They seem to be in a confrontation.

“Xu Rong, right?” Qing nine walked over, eyes in two people back and forth, as if to see what.

As soon as Luo Yu saw that Qing Jiu was coming, his drooping face immediately opened his eyes and held his wrist warmly. “Qing Jiu, your fourth uncle is drunk. I want to go in and take care of him, but I can’t let him. You say he’s alone. How miserable he is.” Her eyes were watery and her tone was soft. Rao Shiqing felt a little pitiful when he saw her.

In contrast, in the face of such a beautiful woman, Xu Rong is still expressionless and coldly guarding the door, feeling like he is vowing to defend the chastity of the late Song Dynasty.

Qing Jiu took his wrist out of Luo Yu’s hand without any trace and stepped back with a silly smile on his face.

“I’ve heard of you, sister Luo Yu, haven’t I? You don’t know, my fourth uncle drinks too much. It’s very scary, and strangers are not allowed to enter. If you go in, it’s not good if he hurts you. Xu Rong is also to protect you. You know my fourth uncle’s figure and strength. I’d better go back and have a rest. I’m not lying to you. It’s scary. ” Qing Jiu says with great seriousness. Whether Luo Yu believes it or not, he turns and looks at Xu Rong. Xu Rong immediately leans to let Qing Jiu in.

Although Luo Yu was angry, he knew that Qing Jiu was the one song Mu Chu loved most. If she was not happy, song Mu Chu would not like her.

Besides, it is said that song Qingjiu has a brain problem, and she is not likely to care too much with a silly child.

She glared at Xu Rong and turned to walk towards the elevator.

In the room.

Qing Jiu went in and saw song Mu Chu lying on the big bed, his face turned slightly red.

Really drunk?

Qing Jiuxin went over half doubtfully, reached out and poked him in the face, then called him several times. Seeing that he had no response, he believed it was true.

“I didn’t expect you to get drunk.” Qing Jiu whispered to himself, put the bag aside, stretched out his hand to untie his tie, saw that there was a little wine stain on his white shirt inside, and simply helped him take off his clothes.

Even though they had done the most intimate things, Qing Jiu was not very nice. She blushed, threw her clothes on the chair next to him, went to the bathroom to wash a towel, and helped him wipe his body, which helped him to cover the quilt.

“Water…”

“Drink water?” Qing Jiu took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the corner and poured it into the glass. It was only when the temperature was not very low that he was fed a little.

After drinking the water, the Song dynasty fell asleep again.

Qing Jiu is sitting on the blanket on the floor beside the bed, looking at the side face of song Mu Chu.

She knows that song Mu Chu has never been a greedy person. He even asks himself to keep sober, because he is always preoccupied and has a lot of things to do.

Even if he goes to social intercourse, he will not drink too much, because in his status, he does not need to drink for a long time to get business.

“Why are you drunk?” Qing Jiu raised his hand and touched his nose, looking at his face in a daze.

“Qing Jiu!” Song Mu Chu gave her a low cry, his eyes closed, and his expression was painful.

“Here I am.” Qing nine half kneels at the bedside and answers in his ear. Sure enough, he looks quite recovered.

Qing nine breathed a sigh of relief, ready to go to the bathroom to wash his hands, just stood up, the wrist was caught, and then a whirl.

Song Mu Chu, who had been sleeping, woke up. His eyes were blurred, but his strength was amazing. He pressed Qing Jiu on the bed and looked down at her, with devout eyes and ardent infatuation.

“I dreamt of you.”