After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

Xiao Linglang followed the smell of incense, walked through the narrow path, visited the ancient trees, and followed the young master to the Hall of Weituo Bodhisattva.

The young master handed the incense to her, and she clasped her hands together and knelt devoutly at the feet of the Bodhisattva.

Recently, she followed Yang Qingwan to the western suburbs to distribute porridge and charity as in previous years. She saw more people with pale faces, thin bodies and ragged clothes than before. After returning, her mother was frowning.

Xiao Linglang looked at the Bodhisattva and muttered in her heart: Bodhisattva, please don't think I'm nagging. I pray that the people of Nanliang can live and work in peace, that my parents are healthy, and that my brother Chang Bei will pass the imperial examination.

After bowing, Xiao Linglang gave Chanxin a look, asking him to add more incense money.

She had many wishes, but as long as she paid the incense money, the Bodhisattva would not despise her greed.

After leaving the hall, Chanxin looked at his purse, took Xiao Linglang's arm, looked back at the relaxed little master, and asked in a low voice: "Miss, did you ask the Bodhisattva to help you get rid of the evil spirits?"

Xiao Linglang blinked her almond-shaped eyes, covered her mouth, and replied in the same volume: "I forgot!"

“……” Chanxin closed his eyes and thought: The young lady doesn’t seem to be very afraid of evil spirits. I guess the person who was scared and crying in the carriage was just dazzled by her eyes.

Xiao Linglang looked back at the solemn and majestic statue in the hall and hesitated for a moment. She decided to just forget it, as it would be too embarrassing.

“……” Chanxin held his forehead with his hand.

In order to show her piety, Xiao Linglang planned to worship Buddha in Chanyuan Temple for a period of time.

So the young master led Xiao Linglang to the meditation room in the backyard first.

During this period, her eyelids were always twitching, making her feel uneasy.

Xiao Linglang closed her eyes and rested on the chair. She tidied the meditation room skillfully and went to the vegetarian room to bring back some vegetarian food.

"I just met Master Zhiqing. He has finished his ritual. Miss, are you going to visit him later?"

Chanxin arranged the vegetarian meals one by one and handed the bowl and chopsticks to Xiao Linglang.

Xiao Linglang took a bite of the steamed bun and frowned, then put it down and shook her head, "It's getting late, I won't disturb you today, it's not a big deal."

Zenxin nodded, "Miss, you are right."

"You sleep with me tonight."

Zen Heart: “…”

The Buddhist chants from the temple were faint and time passed quickly. Xiao Linglang rubbed her sore wrist and finished copying another scripture.

Xiao Linglang held her face in her hands. Recently, she let Chanxin sleep with her, and she felt much better.

"Zenxin, you are really my lucky star."

Chan Xin staggered when Xiao Linglang hugged her. After she steadied herself, she hugged Xiao Linglang back and said helplessly, "I don't want to."

Being a lady's lucky star, he had to sleep with her and help her copy Buddhist scriptures. Chanxin just wanted to prostrate himself on the ground and fall asleep.

"Hmph!o(′^｀)o"

After the vegetarian meal that day, Master Zhiqing appeared at the place where Xiao Linglang was copying scriptures.

Xiao Linglang stood up and greeted him obediently, "Linglang greets the master."

Zhiqing nodded, looked at the ill-fated girl in front of him, and let out an inaudible sigh, saying, "It's all fate."

He said: "Mr. Xiao is a sincere donor, the Bodhisattva will protect you."

"Thank you, Master, for your good wishes." Xiao Linglang's feet, hidden under her skirt, were kicking stones that came from nowhere. It was really strange.

"Grandmaster."

"Mr. Xiao, do you have anything you want to ask?" Zhiqing looked at the books piled on the side with a loving face, and felt pity in his heart.

Xiao Linglang's cheeks were flushed with the pink of sunset. She lowered her head, twirled her handkerchief shyly, and asked in a muffled voice, "I... um... want to ask how Brother Chang Pei is doing?"

She hoped he got what he wanted.

Zhiqing narrowed his eyes. He had seen that young man in the Xiao family. He had the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, and was very imposing.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Xiao Linglang smiled and comforted herself: "It's okay, I just hope that Brother Chang Hui returns safely."

"Young donor Xiao is overthinking. Young Master Chang must be an extraordinary person." Zhiqing came back to his senses and said to Xiao Linglang.

The little girl's eyes, which had been dim just now, suddenly brightened up, and she bowed three times to Zhiqing, "I wish to receive the Master's good words."

"The young donor is kind-hearted and willing to give. You will receive infinite blessings in the future." Zhiqing said with a smile and turned to leave.

After Xiao Linglang watched him leave, she raised an eyebrow happily at Chan Xinxi behind her.

Chanxin ran over and took her arm, suppressing his laughter and teasing her: "Miss, you ask three questions a day, and you ask every master you see once, don't you feel ashamed?"

Xiao Linglang turned around and lightly tickled her flesh, pretending to be fierce and said, "I told you to laugh at me, but I'm just concerned about your future son-in-law."

After the two of them had a fight, Xiao Linglang lay on Chanxin's legs, hugged her knees, and looked a little confused, "I feel very uneasy, but I don't know what to ask?"

"Oh, my lady, just like Master Zhiqing said, you worry too much." Chanxin laughed indifferently.

"Really?" Xiao Linglang murmured twice, the confusion in her eyes growing more and more serious. The more she asked, the more uneasy she felt.

It was not until the day Xiao Linglang went down the mountain that she knew the reason for her uneasiness.

The red lanterns of the solar term were taken down and replaced with pale lanterns and creepy white silk.

She stumbled towards the lobby and was shocked to see a coffin in the middle of the lobby.

"Mother."

"Mother."

"Mother." With her head about to explode, she rushed over and threw herself into Yang Qingwan's arms.

"Mother, who is lying over there?" Xiao Linglang's eyes were filled with moisture and tears rolled down her face in strings.

Yang Qingwan opened her sore eyes and looked at her little daughter who suddenly appeared in front of her. Her eyebrows were instantly frowned and she sternly rebuked Chanxin who was standing beside her.

"Didn't I tell you to take good care of the young lady? I'll pick her up when I'm free. Why did you bring her back so early?"

Chanxin knelt on the ground in fear. She had no idea that something big had happened at home and thought that the lady just wanted the young lady to control her temper.

"This slave is guilty."

"Are you aware of your guilt?" Yang Qingwan held her daughter in one hand and pressed her aching temple with the other. Is it enough to just admit your guilt?

The head of the family had just passed away, leaving them with an orphan and a widow. Their daughter was so beautiful, and they were surrounded by wolves who wanted to tear them apart at any time. She could only ask Master Zhiqing to protect her daughter temporarily.

Zenxin fell to the ground, shaking like a sieve.

Yang Qingwan suppressed her temper, held down her daughter who was trying to beg for mercy, and ordered the housekeeper in a cold voice: "Bring her down and deal with her according to the family rules."

"Yes, ma'am." The butler waved his hand, and two servants wearing mourning clothes dragged Chanxin away.

Xiao Linglang broke free from Yang Qingwan's hand that was covering her mouth, took a deep breath, then grabbed the corner of her clothes in shock and panic, looking outside the hall.

"Mother, mother, you let Chanxin go. She doesn't know, and I don't know either. You let her go. What happened?"

She cried until she was out of breath.

Yang Qingwan expressionlessly took the handkerchief and wiped the tears from the little girl's face, saying only: "Since you are back, put on mourning clothes and keep vigil for your father."