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She opened the window and took a look outside, and found that it was still early, so she didn't rush to set off.

"The road was bumpy yesterday. Feng Mian must be very tired. Let him sleep a little longer."

Taro agreed and said with a smile: "I will tie the lady's hair first!"

Song Xiang nodded, put his forehead with one hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and said thoughtfully: "We were in such a hurry yesterday that we didn't even go to the temple to offer incense or pay our respects. Today, no matter what, we have to go and pay our respects." Respect gods and Buddhas.”

"That's what the lady said." Taro said while stroking Song Xiang's hair, "Not only do you want to bow down, but the lady also wants to pray to the gods and Buddhas in the sky!"

"What do I ask the gods and Buddhas all over the sky to do?"

"Oh, miss!" Taro paused and said to the beautiful face in the bronze mirror, "You must be seeking fame!"

Song Xiang suddenly realized: "You are still attentive. If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it."

"However, apart from this, I have one more thing to ask for on your behalf!"

"What do you want for me, young lady?"

Song Xiang said jokingly: "Of course I'm looking for marriage."

"Oh, miss!" Taro pouted and said with lowered eyebrows, "How embarrassing!"

The master and the servant were smiling, and it was already getting light outside.

After combing his hair, Song Xiang took the taro to the main hall and burned three sticks of incense to the Buddha.

The first stick of incense prays for the safety of the family and early attainment of fame; the second stick of incense prays for the person you miss day and night and asks him again; the third stick of incense prays for taro’s marriage, hoping that taro will also You can meet someone you like.

Taro listened to Song Xiang kneeling on the futon and muttered, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she didn't know how to get out of the palace.

After Song Xiang finished paying homage to the Bodhisattva in the side hall, he realized that dinner was already served in the temple.

As soon as Song Xiang returned to the living room, a young novice monk brought a vegetarian meal. After eating, Taro went over and called the group to continue on their way.

Feng Mian wore a curtain hat and followed Song Xiang. After stepping out of the temple gate, he saw a young man wearing white clothes and linen kneeling on the roadside under the steps.

Song Xiang was a little curious and asked the young novice beside him: "Who is at the bottom of the steps and why are they kneeling on the roadside?"

The young novice was hesitant and didn't know how to answer. At this moment, an old monk wearing cassocks walked out of the door. After saying the Buddha's name, he stopped Song Xiang and said, "Donor, please stay."

Song Xiang turned around in confusion, and the young novice beside him hurriedly called out: "Uncle Abbot."

The old monk said peacefully: "As a foreigner, I cannot care about worldly affairs. But when I met the donor today, I wanted to give him a good deed and merit."

"Abbott, please tell me. Song Xiang is willing to hear the details."

"The donor is indeed a kind-hearted person. Since he is so kind, I would like to ask the donor to do something convenient for the young master under the steps and help his mother and father escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible!"

Song Xiang glanced at the young master at the bottom of the steps, and asked the old monk more and more curiously: "I wonder what happened to that young master's mother and father?"

The old monk glanced at the people behind Song Xiang and hesitated to speak: "Little donor, can you take a step to speak."

Song Xiang nodded and followed the monk into the temple gate. As he walked, he listened to the monk say: "The young master at the bottom of the steps is the only son of Mr. Wei Ruixue, the Minister of Household Affairs in the Central Dynasty. Mr. Wei was implicated in the case of embezzlement of grain and grass and was raped. He was framed and received some bribes, was reprimanded by the saint, had his property confiscated, and was demoted to Xuanhe Prefecture..."

"Master Wei fell ill out of fear. He was in a hurry to go to his post and did not take a good rest along the way. When he arrived at Xuanyang Mansion, all the money in his hands had been spent. In order to have a place to stay, three members of his family came to the temple. I stayed there for the night, but that night Mr. Wei developed a high fever and never woke up again..."

"Master Wei's husband was afraid that being a widow would hinder his son's marriage, so he secretly went to the back mountain to commit suicide. Master Wei suddenly lost his parents, was alone, and had no money to bury them, so he offered spiritual tablets in the temple , kneeling outside the mountain temple every day, waiting for kind-hearted pilgrims to come to the door, who can pay him to bury his dear relatives."

The abbot could not intervene in the remaining secular matters, so he did not inform him, but left it to Mr. Wei to speak for himself.

After hearing this, Song Xiang couldn't help sighing. He bowed to the old monk and said, "Thank you, Master Abbot, for telling me this. Since I am already in your temple, there is no reason why I should ignore it. I will definitely do my best to help him." Master Abbot is so compassionate and admirable."

"Amitabha!"

Song Xiang said goodbye to the abbot and hurried out of the temple gate. Without saying hello to anyone else, he went straight down the steps and walked to the young master in white.

Wei Tingxun raised his head and saw a Confucian girl wearing a green shirt. He hesitated and said: "I am a member of Xuanhe Mansion. Both mother and father have died, but there is no money to bury them. If the girl can pay for me to buy two thin Coffin, let me carry my parents to the ground, and I would like to marry the girl."

Hearing this, Song Xiang had mixed feelings in his heart, and his mind couldn't help but fluctuate. He used to think that selling one's body to bury his father was a story made up by others, but now that he had encountered it in person, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. It's even harder than imagined.

"Mr. Wei, I heard about you from the abbot. Please get up quickly. You don't need to marry me. I am willing to pay for your parents to be buried."

When Mr. Wei heard Song Xiang's words, he raised his eyes in disbelief: "Is this girl serious?"

"How can you deceive people in the land of Buddhism?" Song Xiang couldn't help Young Master Wei, so he called Deng Zhu over, "Deng Zhu, help Young Master Wei up quickly."

Dengzhu supported Wei Tingxun and the group returned to the temple.

Song Xiang took off the money bag from his side and threw it to Taro, and told her: "If you have quick legs and feet, hurry down the mountain and buy two coffins from a nearby village, and pay the villagers to carry them up."

Anyway, I'm afraid it's too late to go to Fucheng to buy it. Fortunately, the old people in the village will prepare coffins in advance and save them for when they are old. If they have more money for taro, there is no way they won't sell it.

Song Xiang glanced at Zhou Yanzhen's servant and said awkwardly: "Sister Zhou, can you lend me your servant?"

"Look what you said, you can use whatever you want to call her!"

Zhou Yanzhen called the girl and said, "Hong'er, hurry over and listen to sister Song Xiang's instructions."

Song Xiang looked at Hong'er and said, "You and Taro go together and buy two sets of shrouds, and then buy some paper money and come back."

Worried that they didn't have enough money, Song Xiang took out another one hundred tael silver note from his arms and handed it to Hong'er.

Hong'er got the banknote, bowed respectfully, and left with Taro.

Wei Tingxun saw all this and cried more and more sadly.

Song Xiang looked at Mr. Wei who couldn't stop crying, and asked in a low voice: "I wonder if there is a soft and sunny place on this mountain?"

Wei Tingxun knew that the girl in front of him wanted to find a burial place for his mother and father on the mountain. He had only been here not long ago and didn't know the situation in the mountain. He couldn't make up his mind at the moment.