The scumbag married another man. After rebirth, I will no longer be the mistress of a high-class fam

The old lady smiled happily.

"Look, your mother-in-law is filial. That's why I chose her for your father-in-law."

"That's natural. Everyone knows her mother-in-law's filial piety, and she should be a role model for a patriarchal wife." Song Anning said with a smile.

The old lady smiled even more happily.

The three of them sat together, joking and having fun. If they had met without knowing it, they would have thought that they were such a harmonious family.

But only Song Anning knew that if Mrs. Qin was a cunning wolf, then the old lady was a snake lurking in the darkness. It would be fine if she didn't bite, but if she did bite, the poison would penetrate into the bone marrow, and she would die if she touched her.

She lowered her eyes indifferently.

The old lady suddenly said: "It's Buddha's birthday in two days, right?"

Mrs. Qin nodded, "On Buddha's birthday, old lady, do you want to go to the temple to offer incense?"

The old lady waved her hand.

"I won't strain my body anymore. If I strain my body and cause you some trouble, I'll let you go on my behalf. You and An Ning can discuss which temple to go to."

Qin said: "Of course we go to Longxing Temple. My mother went there in previous years."

The old lady remained silent.

Song Anning lowered her head slightly, and suddenly heard her grandmother say: "An Ning, what do you think?"

Song Anning was stunned, looked up at her, and thought for a while before saying: "Some time ago, King Yong rebelled, and the monks in Longxing Temple were found to be involved in the rebellion. It shows that it is not a pure place. Since you go there, of course it is. I want to go to a real Buddhist holy place. My daughter-in-law has heard that the Jokhang Temple, a hundred miles away, is good. The abbot there is the famous Master Hongyuan. He must be a Buddhist and can help my grandmother solve her problems."

The old lady laughed and said, "Okay, then as you say, let's go to the Jokhang Temple."

After sending the old lady back to the nunnery to rest, Mrs. Qin walked out of the nunnery.

While walking, I complained to Grandma Zhang depressedly.

"What about the Jokhang Temple? How come I haven't heard of it before? Where did that little bitch Song Anning find out about these weird temples?"

Nanny Zhang answered in a low voice: "I have heard of this name. I heard that the temple is very small. There are only about twenty monks in the temple. Naturally, it cannot be compared with Longxing Temple. Song Anning was born as a merchant after all, so he didn't go there. For temples that are too big, it’s normal to go to these smaller ones.”

Qin rolled her lips disdainfully.

"The petty person is so angry that she can't do anything on the stage! She is the only one who can coax her mother. When Hua'er becomes the crown prince, I will immediately ask Hua'er to divorce her. Let's see what she can do to make her mother happy then!"

Nanny Zhang smiled and said: "That's not possible. It doesn't matter whether Song Anning leaves or not. She still has the Song family's money behind her. The officialdom is a gold-selling den. If the prince wants to open up the relationship, it will take a lot of money, but he can't Let the Li family take it all, and don't let anyone look down on him. He doesn't have a biological mother in the Anyuan Marquis Mansion. If you, the adoptive mother, don't subsidize him, who will subsidize him?"

When Qin heard this, she felt the same way.

Suddenly I felt a little proud.

"That's right. I will be the mother of the Crown Prince in the future. I don't care about living in a poor household with her. If she is obedient then, I will let Hua'er take her as my concubine. If she is not obedient... hmph, a widow will die when she dies. As long as we have the means, we can still get the Song family's money!"

As he spoke, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Grandma Zhang glanced at her and said nothing more knowingly.

Here.

Song Anning returned to Canglan Courtyard, and Fuling greeted her.

She entered the back room, sat on the soft couch, and let Dongqing squeeze her shoulders. Poria handed over the tea, and she took a sip, and then said: "It's better to stay with you guys."

Fu Ling smiled and said, "Miss, are you annoyed?"

Song Anning glanced at her, "Whoever stays with them will be annoyed."

As he said that, he thought about going to burn incense with Mrs. Qin, so he turned around and asked Dongqing: "Last time you said you found out that Master Yu always runs out of the city. What happened?"

Speaking of this, Dongqing's face was full of disdain.

"What else could it be? A bunch of dandy boys, just having fun."

Song An Ning nodded clearly.

"That place is dozens of miles west of the city?"

"Well, it is said that there is a temple next to it called Jokhang Temple..." At this point, Dongqing's eyes suddenly widened.

Song Anning looked at her, smiled playfully, and continued drinking tea.

Two days later.

The Qin family took a group of female relatives from the Jiang family to the Jokhang Temple to pay homage to Buddhism.

There were many descendants of the Jiang family accompanying him.

Buddhism was popular in the Dayuan Dynasty. In their view, worshiping the Buddha was a very important thing. After going to the Jokhang Temple, they had to burn incense and bathe, fast for three days, and then attend the Buddha's birthday ceremony.

At this time, Jokhang Temple.

In a quiet Zen room, a white-bearded monk and a man in brocade clothes sat opposite each other.

The monk's face was calm, and he kept twisting the beads in his hand. The man looked at him quietly, with no trace of happiness or anger on his handsome face.

"Why should the donor cling to the past? It was more than 20 years ago and should have been let go long ago."

Pei Qingyan raised the corners of his lips sarcastically.

"It's not your mother who died, of course you can let it go."

The monk shook his head, "Lao Na's family also died in that disaster. Lao Na never thought of revenge."

"That's just because you, old monk, are unkind and unrighteous. It doesn't mean that everyone is like this."

"So." The monk opened his eyes and looked at him compassionately, "You still want to pursue the truth?"

Pei Qingyan said nothing.

His facial features were handsome, revealing an almost incredible beauty in the morning light, but his eyes were cold, like poisonous ice that wanted to shatter everything in the world.

"I just want to know how she died."

The old monk shook his head and sighed.

"On this day every year, you will come and ask me how she died and who killed her. Lao Na only has one sentence: I don't know and I can't tell. Why do you still ask after so many years? "

"She's your sister!"

Pei Qingyan suddenly stood up and grabbed him by the collar. His eyes were red and his eyes were about to burst.

He was like a little beast on the verge of breaking out, gritting his teeth and staring at him.

But Master Hongyuan still had a calm expression on his face, and the compassion and calmness in his eyes even became deeper, with a trace of the compassion of the Buddha.

"Lao Na is a monk. The five aggregates of a monk are empty. He has no sister and no nephew."

"Hehe...hehehahahahaha..."

Pei Qingyan laughed wildly. He straightened up, loosened the old monk's collar, and looked at him with hatred and contempt, "You are a coward!"

After saying that, he slammed the door and left with a bang.

The old monk closed his eyes, silently calmed down the emotions in his heart, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name.

Song Anning and his party arrived in the evening.

As soon as she entered the temple, Qiu Baiwei started shouting.

"What kind of ruined temple is this? It's so small. My mother is also serious. I don't go to so many Buddhist temples, so we have to come to such a small temple. Can people live in this place?"

Mrs. Qin looked at Qiu Baiwei sarcastically, "I can't help it. Mother likes your niece-in-law. As long as it's your nephew-in-law's opinion, how can she not agree to it?"

Qiu Baiwei immediately glared at Song Anning.

Song Anning explained with a smile, "Third Aunt, the importance of worshiping Buddha lies in sincerity, not the size of the temple. Although this temple is small, the abbot here, Master Hongyuan, is the No. 1 Buddhist sect in the world. Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries come to him to worship Buddha. If you don’t believe me, just ask a monk later.”