Chapter 92： Lingwu Temple

As soon as the man said this, even the wind blowing into the yard became cold.

A Fei subconsciously touched his chin, and suddenly felt that it was a blessing to be able to enter Beijing safely.

How could someone understate the specialty of "can kill" so lightly?

"I'm good at killing people." The man looked at Jiang Si and emphasized again.

Aman stepped forward and scolded, "You are so strange, is it appropriate to mention murder in front of our girl?"

Although their girls dared to pierce the man's **** with a knife without changing their face, they can't let outsiders know.

The man ignored Aman's words, still staring at Jiang Si.

Drinking all the year round would not make him completely confused. A young girl who handed him such a letter hundreds of miles away, he believed that it was different from ordinary women.

"Okay, I will trouble General Qin from now on." Jiang Si bent his knees slightly.

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It's good for the girl to call me Old Qin, and'General Qin' is just a joke."

"Old Qin, you will live here in the future. A Fei, what are you going to do?"

A Fei glanced around.

The clean courtyard, the luxuriant tree canopy held up a shade in the summer, and the water lily planted in the water tank at the door was a good place he had never lived in his entire life.

A trace of struggling flashed through ALFY’s eyes, and then he smiled and waved his hand: “I’d better live where I used to be. Let’s be honest, the girl said, there are several brothers chasing after me now, so it’s convenient for them to run around and inquire about the news. , I can come here once a day."

"Well, I will go out tomorrow, you and Lao Qin prepare."

In a blink of an eye is the next day.

The bright sunshine coated everything with a layer of gold, and there was no cloud in the sky. When I looked up, I saw the blue sky. It was a good weather to go out.

Jiang Zhan was sitting on the horse with a straight figure, and his moon-white brocade robe made him more handsome and handsome, attracting the eyes of countless little ladies.

He has long been accustomed to these gazes, he is not at all uncomfortable, and he smiles neatly white teeth at the girl in the carriage: "Sister Si, the weather is good today. No one will be watching until the suburbs. Second brother will take you on horseback. what."

Aman poked his head out and said with dissatisfaction: "Second son, a girl can't ride a horse, and it's not appropriate to ride a ride with you, so please don't be frustrated."

Jiang Zhan curled his lips.

These poor people do not know who are full of food to figure it out, and they are all made to make women feel unhappy.

"Sister Si, take care of your maid, you dare to talk to me like this." Unable to take her sister for a ride, Young Master Jiang was a little unhappy, and immediately pulled the disgusting little maid into the water.

"The maidservant is telling the truth--"

Jiang Si lightly squeezed Aman's forehead with his finger, and said, "Don't talk back to the second son."

Jiang Zhan glanced at Aman lightly, with a smug expression on his face.

At a critical time, the fourth sister was still facing him.

Aman rolled his eyes while holding his forehead.

The second son actually competed with her as a maid, which is really promising.

The driver, wearing a shaded hat, drove the carriage smoothly from the city to the outskirts.

Next to the coachman sat Jiang Zhan's little servant Aji.

Aji has secretly looked at the coachman next to him for a long time, and has been wondering in his heart: When did the coachman in Bofu change?

The coachman stared straight ahead without changing his face, ignoring Aji's curious eyes.

This coachman is Old Qin.

"Sister Si, why do you think about going to a temple in a small town? There are a lot of temples in Beijing, big and small." Jiang Zhan was chattering in front of his sister, and he started talking again soon after being quiet.

"It is said that that temple is very effective." Jiang Si took the veil and handed it out, "Second brother, wipe the sweat."

Jiang Zhan didn't answer: "No, it will come out anyway, Sister Si, please get me a pear."

Jiang Zhan sighed comfortably after taking a bite of the round pear, the juice overflowing.

It's good to have a younger sister, and if he goes out to get a good fragrance, he can play truant from school for several days.

Qingniu Town is not too far away from the capital, and a group of people rushed to the town when it was getting dark.

There are only two inns in the small town, and in the eyes of Young Master Jiang, who is accustomed to seeing the prosperity of the capital, it is almost impossible to live in.

"Sister Si, let's go directly to Lingwu Temple."

"It's already this time. Maybe they won't entertain the pilgrims anymore. Let's go by tomorrow morning."

"Okay, it's just the wronged sister." Jiang Zhan booked the larger inn, and took a long time to rest.

There are many loopholes in this kind of inn, and in the dead of night, a young man sneaked in and met Jiang Si, who had been waiting.

"Girl, I made a rough round of inquiries, and never heard of anyone in the town who lost a girl."

The young man was A Fei, who rushed over one day in advance under Jiang Si's order and stayed in another inn.

A Fei's nothing made Jiang Si feel slightly down.

In such a small town, let alone who lost a daughter, even if there are no two chickens, I am afraid it will be discussed for a while.

A Fei did not hear the news, but only one point: that girl is not from Qingniu Town.

Lingwu Temple is in Qingniu Town. If the girl is not from the town, the scope will be much larger.

"Well, you will continue to inquire in the town tomorrow. When I go to Lingwu Temple, what news will Lao Qin pass on to you."

A Fei nodded, very witty and quietly left without asking.

Jiang Si sat alone for a while, and the exhaustion of the journey came and lay down silently to sleep.

The second day was still good weather.

When a group of people came to Lingwu Temple, they unexpectedly found that the small temple was actually full of incense, and many pilgrims were queuing to enter.

Jiang Si looked at the pilgrims carefully.

It can be seen from the dressing that most of these pilgrims are ordinary people, and some pilgrims wearing Lingluo came in carriages or ox carts. In all likelihood, they came from elsewhere.

Jiang Zhan added a lot of incense money, and the Zhike Monk readily arranged three guest rooms.

It was a seven or eight-year-old novice monk who led the way for a few people. Jiang Si asked him: "Little Master, where are more people coming for incense?"

The little novice monk got Wo Si Tang. Jiang seemed to be very amiable, and he said eloquently, "A lot, except Qingniu Town, people from all the neighboring towns will come."

"Are there any family members of the rich family squires who come here often? If you run into it, you can be a companion."

"Yes, the daughter of Yan Yuanwai in Yanzhuang Village, and the female relatives of Old Li's house in Dayang Town..." The little novice mistressed his fingers and counted out a series of names, and smiled sweetly at Jiang Si, "These female relatives have been better in the past year. Back."

Jiang Si silently remembered these names.

The little novice stopped: "Several benefactors, the guest room is here."

Jiang Zhan pointed to the room close to the inside: "That room has the best view from the window, and the quietest, can I let my sister live there?"

The little novice monk shook his head: "There is already a donor living there."

Jiang Zhan couldn't help frowning.

Such a small temple, there are only a few guest rooms, it is actually quite popular.

Who is not long-sighted to grab the best guest room?

Second Young Master Jiang was thinking, when the door of the guest room suddenly opened.