Quick Travel: The host only wants to make money

Xia Mian tossed and turned in the room and couldn't sleep for a long time.

There was nothing she could do against this monk. How could this man have such a strong Buddha mind?

After thinking about it, Xia Mian decided not to embarrass herself, it was still early!

She had plenty of time to take him down.

Thinking like this, she fell into sleep.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, she saw a familiar figure.

Xia Mian was surprised and greeted her. Mrs. Cheng was standing on the corridor in front of Xia Mian.

Seeing her coming, he said lovingly: "Come here slowly, it's raining, be careful of the slippery road."

Xia Mian gestured and asked her, "Why are you here? It's still raining."

Mrs. Cheng took a bundle from the maid behind her and handed it to Xia Mian, "It's not raining. The weather in the mountains changes quickly. It's bitingly cold when it rains. I'm worried that you won't be able to wear warm clothes here. There's me in this bundle." I asked someone to make some clothes for you. I thought you would be cold, so I brought them to you."

Xia Mian was a little touched. Now Mrs. Cheng really treated her as one of her own family members.

Mrs. Cheng heard about Xia Mian being molested by Liu Zhengqing here yesterday. She asked worriedly: "Are you okay? That boy from the Liu family hasn't been studying well all day. He thought the temple was a place for pure cultivation, but he didn't expect that How dare these people fool around here? When I get back, I will make them look good."

Xia Mian looked at Mrs. Cheng's angry look and patted the back of her hand to indicate that she was fine.

What's more, Shi Hong stood up for her yesterday, so it was not in vain.

Xia Mian saw that it was still raining outside and that Mrs. Cheng had made a special trip to bring her clothes, so she did not go to today's morning class. After all, it would be okay to go one more day or one less day.

So, he took Mrs. Cheng into his room. Her hands were a little cold when he touched her, so he quickly poured a cup of hot tea to warm her hands.

Mrs. Cheng took the hot tea in her hand. This cup of tea not only warmed her hands, but also warmed her heart.

She looked at Xia Mian, who was busy closing the windows and lighting the charcoal basin.

The more I read, the more satisfied I become. I really want to marry her as my daughter-in-law as soon as possible.

It's a pity that that brat in my family is just not enlightened, and all his thoughts are spent on worshiping Buddha.

Mrs. Cheng doesn't believe this. If there really is a Buddha, why did she let her give birth to such a son?

She sighed, put down the tea cup in her hand, and pulled Xia Mian over, "Good boy, stop busying for now. I'm not cold. Tell me, how is this brat doing now?"

Xia Mian felt depressed when she thought of that smelly monk Shi Hong. The two of them would spend time alone together almost every day, but during this time, he would either chant sutras or invite her to discuss Buddhism together.

She never had a chance to say anything else.

But thinking about the scene yesterday when Liu Zhengqing wanted to bully her and Shi Hong stood up to protect her, Xia Mianji felt that there was no progress at all!

So, she told Mrs. Cheng about this matter. After hearing this, Mrs. Cheng's sad face suddenly turned into surprise.

"Really?"

Xia Mian nodded.

Mrs. Cheng clapped her hands happily, "This is really great. It shows that I am more discerning. I really did the right thing when I brought you back."

"Good boy, well done. If you win over this brat's heart, I will give you two a glorious wedding banquet."

There was a hint of red on Xia Mian's face, and she lowered her head shyly.

Shi Hong frowned when he saw that the seat next to him was empty this morning.

Xia Mian always comes early, but she didn't come today. But she was sick because of the cold wind blowing in the mountains for a long time yesterday?

Shi Hong thought to himself, and the wooden fish in his hand seemed a little messy when he struck it, indicating that the person doing the strike had something to do.

The abbot on the side opened his eyes, glanced this way, and shook his head slightly.

After hurriedly finishing today's morning class, Shi Hong walked towards Xia Mian's residence.

If she got sick because of giving him lectures, Shi Hong would feel even more guilty.

He hurried to Xia Mian's door, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the door.

Xia Mian was stunned when she heard the knock on the door. Normally, no one would come here to look for her. She would bring her meals and eat them in her room without anyone delivering them to her.

Xia Mian was confused and opened the door. Unexpectedly, it was Shi Hong. Xia Mian was a little surprised for a while.

It was rare for this person to come to her.

When Shi Hong saw Xia Mian open the door, he was about to ask her if she was sick when he heard a voice coming from inside.

"Who is it?"

Shi Hong was stunned. Yes, it was Mrs. Cheng's voice inside.

He should have thought that he had been coming to the temple for so long. With Mrs. Cheng's temperament, how could she resist not coming even once?

Could it be that he was planning to have someone kidnap him back this time?

Just as Shi Hong was about to leave, Xia Mian grabbed his monk's robe. Even if Mrs. Cheng didn't say anything, she knew that she was still thinking about her son in her heart. Even if this son made her angry again, she would still be thinking about him.

Xia Mian pulled him into the room. When Mrs. Cheng saw that the person who came in was her disobedient son, she snorted coldly.

Shi Hong sat down quietly next to Mrs. Cheng. Seeing that Mrs. Cheng was holding the tea cup and was silent for a long time, he pursed his lips and said: "A poor monk will not go back. I have entered Buddhism and will be a member of Buddhism for the rest of my life. Mrs. Cheng, please come back!"

Mrs. Cheng was so angry at his words that she put the tea cup down heavily, "Huh! Who do you think you are? You don't want to inherit the title of the Duke of Zhenguo, and you don't want to be my son. There are many people who do. Taking yourself too seriously.”

Shi Hong didn't react too much. In his heart, he always thought that Mrs. Cheng just said some angry words.

He knew that he was sorry to Mrs. Cheng, but he didn't want to inherit the Zhenguo Palace. All he wanted to do in his life was to be with the Buddha.

Xia Mian felt that Shi Hong was going too far. No matter what, this was his mother. After entering Buddhism, he had to give up his mother who gave birth to him. How could this make sense?

Mrs. Cheng didn't want to pay attention to him now and said to Xia Mian: "Good boy, remember to wear these clothes. If you need anything, let me know and I will have them brought to you."

Xia Mian nodded and saw Mrs. Cheng standing up to leave without even looking at Shi Hong, feeling a little helpless.

It seems that Shi Hong broke his mother's heart this time, and Mrs. Cheng was really sad.

Xia Mian sent Mrs. Cheng to the door, watched Mrs. Cheng leave, and sighed.

If she had such a rebellious son, she would just beat him to death to save him from being so angry with her.

Out of sympathy for Mrs. Cheng, Xia Mian looked at Shi Hong as if she were looking at a piece of garbage.

Xia Mian thought to herself that even for a person like Shi Hong, she was sure that he would not become a Buddha in the end, unless the Buddha was blind.