After rebirth, the concubine counterattacked and became a royal concubine

Along the way, Bai Zhaoyi's mood this time was very different from last time.

When she was first sent to Jing'an Temple, she was so weak that she could be manipulated at will. Only by risking her life to save the eldest princess did she gain a chance of survival.

But now that she is the head of the county, she is titled after the name of Jing'an Temple, so she will no longer be easily influenced by others.

But the same thing is that she still doesn't believe that there are Buddhas or gods in this world.

Bai Zhaoyi and Jiang Que burned incense and prayed together, clasping their hands on their chests. Jiang Que secretly opened his eyes and looked at the girl beside him.

"What wish did Zhaozhao make?" Jiang Que asked curiously.

Bai Zhaoyi smiled lightly and said, "My wish won't work if I say it."

When Bai Zhaoyi raised his head and looked at the compassionate Buddha statue in front of him, his heart was calm without any disturbance.

Jiang Que chuckled, turned his head and devoutly closed his hands again to make his wish.

I wish Zhaozhao peace.

Second, I wish my parents good health.

Three wishes to see each other every year.

Bai Zhaoyi and Jiang Que stood up and left the main hall, wandering casually along the paths in the temple.

The marriage tree in Jing'an Temple is covered with red ropes praying for marriage. You can see the intertwined tree trunks and the lush crown from a distance, and there is an endless stream of people writing around it.

According to legend, in ancient times, if anyone wanted to get married, they would tie a red rope to the branches of this tree and sincerely recite the name of their lover, and it would be effective.

Bai Zhaoyi stopped and pondered for a while. His bright eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked at Jiang Que beside him with some expectation:

"Let's hang one too, okay?"

According to legend, if people who love each other make a wish for marriage together and hang the red string on the marriage tree with their own hands, they will have a happy life.

Jiang Que's eyes suddenly lit up, with tiny rays of light flashing inside them. His eyes were smiling and the corners of his mouth were raised as he said:

"Zhaozhao is responsible for writing, and I'm responsible for hanging, okay?"

Jiang Que originally thought that Bai Zhaoyi would not believe this, so he was a little surprised when she asked, but the surprise was quickly replaced by joy and sweetness.

Zhao Zhao also wants to be with him forever.

The huge desk next to the tree is now filled with red ropes for pilgrims to pray for. On the back of each red rope is a Buddhist marriage prayer inscription printed on the back.

Bai Zhaoyi quickly took out a pen and wrote down his and Jiang Que's names. After the ink dried, he turned and walked towards Jiang Que, who was not far away.

Jiang Que picked it up carefully, and when he saw his name and Bai Zhaoyi's name were closely together, he raised his eyebrows with a hint of tenderness.

Using Qinggong, he headed towards the top of the marriage tree. The lower position was already covered with red ropes. Then he firmly tied the red rope in his hand to the top, and Jiang Que flew down with satisfaction.

"Zhaozhao, if we hang the red rope the highest, Yue Lao will definitely see our wishes first."

Jiang Que's gentle brows and eyes were full of expectation and joy. He hoped that Zhao Zhao would always be by his side.

Bai Zhaoyi smiled. She heard her heartbeat gradually beating violently in her chest, and said seriously:

"Most definitely."

Until today, Bai Zhaoyi finally confirmed that she fell in love with the gentle and bright boy in front of her. Years later, every time she thinks of the two of them embracing each other tightly, happiness and sweetness will flood her heart.

After leaving the Marriage Tree, the walk became more and more deserted, and finally only the two of them were left. Bai Zhaoyi had a vague feeling that this might not be a place where pilgrims could set foot.

Just as he was about to go back the same way with Jiang Que, he was stopped by someone saying:

"Amitabha, the two donors, please stay."

The monk in front of him was smelled of the refreshing scent of sandalwood, and his eyes were as bright and pure as the sky on top of the snow-capped mountains.

The eminent monk looked at the two people in front of him, and finally rested on Bai Zhaoyi's face, with a trace of compassion flashing in his eyes.

Bai Zhaoyi couldn't help but frown slightly as she looked at him. His eyes seemed to be looking at her and looking through her at the soul under her skin. There was compassion in his eyes.

Just like the Buddha statue with downcast eyes enshrined in the side hall when she first came to Jing'an Temple.

Bai Zhaoyi's doubts grew bigger and bigger.

The eminent monk spoke again: "The poor monk's name is Kong Jing. The two donors should be pilgrims who came to burn incense and pray for blessings during the Buddha Bathing Festival, but they mistakenly entered the backyard of this temple. The poor monk noticed that the faces of the two donors did not look like ordinary people. Can the poor monk do a fortune-telling for the two benefactors?"

The cold voice reached the ears of Bai Zhaoyi and Jiang Que. A very strong voice in Bai Zhaoyi's heart kept shouting that this eminent monk must know something.

Bai Zhaoyi suppressed the irritability in his heart and looked at Jiang Que, as if asking for his opinion.

Jiang Que smiled softly and nodded respectfully:

"Then thank you Master Kongjing."

Master Kongjing's eyes fell gently on Bai Zhaoyi, and his voice was clear and distant, as if floating from the top of the snow-capped mountains:

"Two benefactors, please follow me."

Master Kongjing turned around and walked towards a Bodhi tree and sat on a stone bench under the tree.

Bai Zhaoyi's heart was beating violently. Every time he took a step closer to the Bodhi tree or Master Kong Jing, he couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.

Master Kongjing looked at Jiang Que gently and said:

"The poor monk first performed a divination for the female benefactor, and also asked the benefactor to step back ten steps."

Jiang Que looked at Bai Zhaoyi who was sitting on the stone bench with some worry. He vaguely felt that Zhaozhao was acting abnormally since meeting Master Kongjing.

At this time, Bai Zhaoyi's heartbeat gradually returned to its original state. He raised his head and nodded towards Jiang Que with a smile. Jiang Que then breathed a sigh of relief and followed Master Kong Jing's request and walked further away.

Master Kongjing's eyes fell on Bai Zhaoyi again, with complex eyes, as if he was looking at Bai Zhaoyi, and as if he was observing her fate through her face.

Master Kong Jing sighed and said softly:

"The donor came to Jing'an Temple once and asked for a fortune, right?"

Bai Zhaoyi's pupils trembled slightly. It was no secret that she had been to Jing'an Temple.

Everyone in the capital knew that she had rescued Princess Shen Hua in the Zen room of Jing'an Temple, but only she and the maids around her knew about the fortune-seeking.

Bai Zhaoyi asked with a dry voice:

"I did beg, but there was no one else around at the time. How did the master know?"

Master Kongjing laughed very softly and said:

"Of course the poor monk knows that. He also knows that what the donor asked for is a double lot. One sign is a down sign, and the other is a blank sign."

Master Kongjing's eyes were gentle, and he looked quietly at the somewhat uneasy woman in front of him. He calculated that day that he would see the person asking for the signature again in the future.

He didn't expect it to come true so quickly. He only knew the cause and effect the moment he saw Bai Zhaoyi.

Amitabha.

The causes sown in the past life bear fruit in this life.

Bai Zhaoyi squeezed his hands gently under his sleeves, silently waiting for Master Kongjing's next words without saying a word.

"The donor must have experienced it before. The evil in the world has made you resentful and miserable, and you are unwilling to let go and forget the past."