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After returning to Yingyuan, Xia Taoyuan had her meal, washed up, and went to bed. She wanted to go to bed early because tomorrow, on the 15th, she would go to worship Buddha with Wei Qing and her daughter.

But lying in bed, she couldn't fall asleep. She tried to control herself and not think about anything, but her mind was always filled with Chu Xingluo and Qi Nanfeng. She couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Get out of my head, you bastard!"

The next morning, Wei Qing came happily. Seeing that Xia Taoyuan was ready, she walked up to her, took her arm, and walked out of the Sakura Garden towards the front yard.

Wei Qing's mother, Madam Zhao, took a maid and a servant with her in a carriage, while Xia Taoyuan and Wei Qing got on another carriage, which was driven by Fugui, Fushou and two servants respectively.

During the bumpy ride, Wei Qing chattered with Xia Taoyuan about everything she knew. Xia Taoyuan felt sad when she learned that Wei Qing had never left the house since she was a child, and only went out to worship Buddha with her mother on the first and fifteenth day of each month. She didn't know whether it was because Zhao was strict or Prime Minister Wei and his wife didn't allow it.

Xia Taoyuan looked at Wei Qing and smiled, "I'll take you out for a walk some other day and buy you some fun things."

"Sister! Are you serious? Are you really willing to take me out to play?" Wei Qing's eyes lit up and she grabbed Xia Taoyuan's hand.

"Really! Sister, I keep my word." Xia Taoyuan said.

Wei Qing was extremely excited and looked at Xia Taoyuan with almost worshipful eyes.

Xia Taoyuan sighed: What a poor child.

After about an hour and a half, the carriage finally stopped. Xia Taoyuan and Wei Qing got off the carriage and looked around. They were at the foot of a mountain.

There is a temple halfway up the mountain. It seems to be very popular. People pass by Xia Taoyuan from time to time, holding incense, candles and fruits in their hands.

Zhao and the maids also got off the carriage. Fugui told the other two servants to watch the carriage while he and Fushou carried the incense, candles and fruits that Madam Zhao had brought and walked up the mountain. Zhao and the maids walked in front, and Xia Taoyuan and Wei Qing followed behind.

Winding up from the foot of the mountain, after a while you will reach a spacious flat area, and then countless stone steps leading to the temple.

"Just go up these stairs and you'll be there. But there are too many stairs and it will take a while to walk. If you're tired, let's stop and rest for a while," said Wei Qing.

"Okay." Xia Taoyuan responded with a smile.

After walking and stopping for a while, they finally reached the last step. There were quite a lot of people there. Fugui and Fushou handed the tribute to a monk and left.

Xia Taoyuan wanted to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva, because Wei Zhiying had said that she was worshipping Guanyin Bodhisattva. She went straight into the Guanyin Hall. Madam Zhao and the maids and servants worshipped in every hall, and also went to the Zen room to listen to the monks chanting. Wei Qing wanted to stay with Xia Taoyuan, but Madam Zhao insisted that she follow. Xia Taoyuan just wandered around alone.

She brought silver with her when she came, and she took out twenty taels from her purse and put them in the merit box. She remembered that Wei Qing had said that she could ask for a peace amulet, and she thought that she always got sick when she came here, so she wanted to ask for one, so she looked around.

There are many scattered Zen temples in the temple, and each Zen temple has several halls. Xia Taoyuan walked to the door of a side hall and saw a middle-aged monk telling a pilgrim that the amulet should not touch water. The pilgrim took the amulet and left happily. Xia Taoyuan walked up to the monk and said respectfully: "Master, I also want a amulet."

The monk looked up at her and was suddenly stunned. He put the remaining talismans into his sleeve, then put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Xia Taoyuan was puzzled and said, "Master, I want to ask for a peace amulet."

At this time, an old monk came out from the side hall, looked at Xia Taoyuan, and said, "Donor, please go back."

Xia Taoyuan was even more puzzled, but still said with a smile: "Two masters, I want to ask for a peace amulet. I don't know why you let me go. I can buy it."

The middle-aged monk packed up and went somewhere else, leaving only the old monk. He said, "The donor has a protective spell on him, so there is no need to ask for a peace amulet."

Xia Taoyuan was confused. She had a protective spell on her body? How could this be possible? She smiled and said, "Master, this is my first time in a temple. How can there be any protective spell on me? Did you see it wrong?"

The old monk said calmly without even raising his eyelids: "Amitabha, good, good! Please go back, donor."

Xia Taoyuan was a little speechless, but she immediately remembered that Wei Zhiying had been here before, and wondered if she had thought she was Wei Zhiying. So she asked tentatively, "Master, did you recognize the wrong person? Has someone who looks like me come to the temple before?"

"True and false, false and true, when the true is false, the false is true, and when the false is made true, the true is made false. The donor knows it very well, please go back." The old monk said and walked out of the Zen temple. When Xia Taoyuan came to his senses and chased him, there was no trace of the old monk.

There were so many Zen temples that she couldn't find one at the moment, so she walked out of the temple gate, found an open space and sat there waiting for Wei Qing and her daughter.

Looking at the pilgrims coming in and out, Xia Taoyuan's mind did not stop. She vaguely guessed what the old monk said.

True and false, false and true, true and false when true, false and true when false, false and true when false. No matter how you look at it, this is talking about her and Wei Zhiying, two people who look the same. She replaced Wei Zhiying, isn't it true and false, false and true, true and false when false, false and true when false?

This explanation makes sense, but what about the old monk saying that she has a peace mantra? Did Wei Zhiying make a wish when she came to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva, asking Guanyin Bodhisattva to bless herself and the people who helped her through the difficulties? This also seems to make sense.

It must be that Wei Zhiying’s sincerity moved Guanyin Bodhisattva, or maybe Wei Zhiying did a lot of good deeds that moved God?

Although it felt a bit far-fetched, Xia Taoyuan finally found an answer for herself to avoid being entangled. When she was a child, her grandparents taught her that no matter what bad things she encountered, she should not embarrass herself or put herself in danger. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. If you can't do it, don't do it. If you can't move forward, take a step back.

She looked at the mountains surrounding the temple, which were shrouded in clouds and mist, like a painting, and stood up to get closer to admire them. However, she accidentally tripped over a stone, lost her balance, and fell forward, rolling down from the top of the stairs. The pilgrims in and out cried out in surprise, and some who were going up the stairs to the temple tried to catch her, but failed because Xia Taoyuan rolled down too fast.

It rolled all the way to the open space at the bottom. Xia Taoyuan thought to herself: I am so unlucky. But on the bright side, it saved her the trouble of going down the stairs one step at a time.

She felt pain all over her body. She forced herself to sit up and found that her hands were scraped and bleeding. Her knees also felt a sharp pain. She took a look and thought that the skin was probably broken. Her skirt at both knees was stained with blood.

She couldn't stand up and could only wait for Wei Qing and her daughter to come out. She was still some distance away from the foot of the mountain, and she was now hoping that Fushou and Fugui would come up.

"Amitabha." The middle-aged monk walked down the stairs, came to Xia Taoyuan, and squatted to check her wound. At this time, a young monk about twelve or thirteen years old ran down the stairs holding something and handed it to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk said, "Donor, this is the medicine juice boiled in our temple, which is specially used to treat injuries from falls. I will apply some to you, and you can take the rest back and apply it twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening."

The middle-aged monk helped Xia Taoyuan apply the medicine on her knees and hands, and Xia Taoyuan thanked him. Seeing that the middle-aged monk was about to leave, she shouted, "Master, please stay."

The middle-aged monk turned around and asked, "What else do you want, benefactor?"

Xia Taoyuan tried to force a smile and said, "Just now at the Zen temple, the old master said that I didn't need a talisman and that I had some kind of protective spell on me. But why couldn't it keep me safe and made me fall from such a high step?"

"Amitabha! The Dharma mantra on the donor can save his life, but it cannot protect him from disaster. Everything in the world has its destiny, and it is also fate that the donor came to this world!"

Xia Taoyuan was surprised when she heard this. This world? Could this monk tell that she was not from this world? She called him "Master" again, but the middle-aged monk had already led the young monk halfway up the stairs.

She sat there in a daze. Was it fate that brought her to the ancient times?

Wei Qing and her mother were listening to monks chanting when a young monk told them that the girl who was traveling with them had fallen down the stairs.

After hearing this, Wei Qing hurriedly ran out of the temple gate and went straight to Xia Taoyuan. The maids and servants who came with her also followed her out.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? You're bleeding a lot." Wei Qing's voice was filled with tears.

"I'm fine." Xia Taoyuan waved her hand.

"Grandma Liu, please go down the mountain and call Fugui and Fushou!" Wei Qing said to the old woman.

Grandma Liu responded and left. Wei Qing then asked the maid to call her mother over.

With the help of everyone, Fugui carried Xia Taoyuan down the mountain. Wei Qing and her daughter always stayed until dark, but now they had to go back home.