Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Just ignoring it once was not enough, Li Xin led the guards to the front of the Chen family's team, and kept swaying in front of Chen Youlan, but never looked back. He could vaguely feel a gaze lingering behind him, as if a small needle kept poking on his back.

Li Xin really wanted to look back at Chen Youlan's expression, but in the end he didn't look back. One is that I am afraid that I will laugh and spoil the atmosphere; the other is that I deliberately ignore this kind of thing, it is best to ignore it from the beginning to the end, so that if I look back in the middle, Chen Youlan may be aware that something is wrong.

Li Xin is an atheist through and through, and he doesn't believe in Buddhism at all, but since he came to Longquan Temple, it doesn't hurt to offer some incense and incense. You know, Chen Youlan and Mrs. Chen will definitely go to the palace to offer incense. As long as Li Xin stays with them on the same road, he can hang out in front of Chen Youlan for a while and stimulate this girl more.

When they came to the Daxiong Palace, the little novice immediately came to Li Xin to receive him enthusiastically. While perfunctory to the novice, Li Xin came to the merit box, took a handful of copper coins from Zhang Ben, and threw them down, about a few hundred cash. Shami looked a little disappointed. Obviously, he thought Li Xin was a fat sheep when he looked at his clothes, but unexpectedly, he only had a few hundred cash of sesame oil.

Li Xin saw the change in the little novice's expression, shook his head silently in his heart, and said, "I'm not at home yet."

Of course he knew that monks were also greedy for money, but at least he had to show an attitude of treating money like dirt. This was the professional quality of a qualified monk.

In his view, the Buddhist temple is actually a service place, and the monks are the waiters in it, who are responsible for explaining Buddhist principles and providing psychological comfort to customers who come to worship the Buddha. As for how much money they can get out of customers in the end, that's up to each of them. Obviously, Li Xin is not willing to spend more money here.

The little novice quickly lost interest in Li Xin, and after pleading guilty, he went to other pilgrims. Li Xin felt relieved, turned around and walked outside the hall.

It happened that Mrs. Chen and Chen Youlan were leading three or two close servants into the main hall, and met Li Xin at the entrance of the hall.

Li Xin walked out with his head held high and his eyes fixed on him, completely ignoring Chen Youlan's intentions. The corners of Chen Youlan's mouth twitched slightly, and she suddenly felt a little angry, as if she had been underestimated. Xiaoling cautiously followed behind her own lady, and secretly glanced at Li Xin.

Chen Youlan absent-mindedly followed Mrs. Chen into the main hall, and completed the ceremony of worshiping Buddha in coordination. After the ceremony was over, Mrs. Chen shook her head and said to Chen Youlan with a smile: "You girl, go if you want to play, remember to bring two more servants!" She had already seen that Chen Youlan's soul was flying.

Chen Youlan froze for a moment, and wanted to defend herself a little embarrassedly.

Madam Chen waved her hand and said, "Excuse me, I don't know you yet? When I was young, I had to make up some kind of Fourth Young Master at home, and the servants in the family would often lie for you!" Although the old lady said reproachful words, her tone was very doting.

Chen Youlan quickly took Mrs. Chen's hand and said coquettishly, "Mother~"

"Okay, let's go play, remember not to run far away. Come to the dining hall to find me at noon. Since you are here, you still have to eat the vegetarian food at Longquan Temple before going back." Mrs. Chen reminded her tirelessly, "Remember Bring two more servants, there are many people in this festival."

Chen Youlan nodded again and again, there was no objection, and immediately pulled Xiaoling and two healthy servants and walked out.

There were people coming and going to offer incense everywhere, Chen Youlan pulled Xiaoling and stood outside the hall, looked around for a while but didn't see anyone she wanted to see.

Xiaoling whispered as if talking to herself: "His Royal Highness Chu is missing."

Chen Youlan subconsciously turned her head to look at Xiaoling, and quickly corrected her: "Who said I'm looking for the King of Chu? I just want to listen to the sutras!"

Xiaoling nodded in a daze, and obediently followed Chen Youlan to the wooden platform surrounded by a large group of people not far away.

For the vast majority of people, the most attractive part of the Obon festival is the lecture. It is said to be lecturing, but it is actually telling a story. Considering the cultural level of most people in the early Tang Dynasty, if you really want to talk about Buddhist scriptures and principles, the audience below will definitely not understand, and everyone will have to fall asleep on the spot. Therefore, monks often tell some classic Buddhist stories in vernacular on the lectern, with cadenced voices, emotions, and even some actions and characters.

In a sense, it can be regarded as the predecessor of art such as storytelling or drama.

Li Xin stood at the outermost edge of the crowd, with his hands folded in front of his chest, listening with great interest to the monk on the lectern telling the story of the two groups of businessmen in the "Rising Sutra". The story itself is quite simple, and it is not attractive to Li Xin, who is used to reading novels of later generations. However, since he traveled to the Tang Dynasty, it was the first time he came into contact with the cultural and entertainment methods of the Tang people, so his eyes were naturally curious.

"So His Royal Highness Chu is also interested in Buddhist scriptures?" A pleasant female voice suddenly came from behind Li Xin. The voice was not loud, and the people around were all paying attention to the stories the monks were telling on the stage, and no one paid attention to Li Xin's side.

Li Xin looked back, heh, it turned out to be Chen Youlan. He originally thought that it would take time for Chen Youlan to pay respects to Mrs. Chen, but he didn't expect to come out so soon. Could it be that the deliberate snubbing strategy worked?

"Little lady knows me?" Li Xin asked with a smile.

Chen Youlan replied: "His Royal Highness the King of Chu doesn't need to be loyal, he deliberately concealed it for Zijin, pretending that he doesn't know me anymore. Zijin told me all about it, saying that if I run into you today, don't be too surprised."

Li Xin wanted to laugh, but finally held back. Chen Youlan, a little girl, is pretty good at writing and directing herself and playing two roles.

"I see." Li Xin suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, pointing at Xiaoling and said, "Isn't Xiaoling Brother Zijin's personal maid? Could it be that Brother Zijin is here too? Why didn't you see it just now?"

These days, personal maids are like mobile phones in later generations. They usually follow their masters and are rarely left behind. Li Xin pointed this out on purpose, just to scare Chen Youlan and make her realize that Xiaoling's existence is a flaw.

Unexpectedly, Chen Youlan said calmly: "Zijin originally wanted to come together, but she couldn't make it due to temporary physical discomfort. Xiaoling wanted to come to pray for Zijin, so I brought her here."

Well, make sense.

Li Xin nodded, and said seriously: "Brother Zijin is in poor health, so I must go to the mansion to visit in two days."

Chen Youlan's complexion changed slightly, and she said, "No need. It's just a minor illness, and it will be fine soon, so don't worry about it."