Shocked! After rebirth, my princess wants to remarry

"Who is it?" Gu Qinghe asked, his voice a little hoarse, probably because he had just slept for a while.

"Miss, drink some water to moisten your throat." Yingchun brought a cup of tea. "He must be a guard from some wealthy family. We don't recognize him."

Gu Qinghe nodded. Xiangguo Temple was the most popular temple in the capital, so naturally there were many wealthy families coming and going here.

"What the capital city lacks the least is wealthy families." Gu Qinghe said with a chuckle.

"Yes, it is really different from when we were in Dengzhou. The people there are more simple and honest. Maybe it's because they are all from small families." Wangchun said with a smile.

"What Wangchun said makes sense. There are just too many twists and turns in the capital." Gu Qinghe agreed with a smile.

As they were talking, Gu Qinghe's carriage arrived at the gate of Xiangguo Temple.

Gu Qinghe held Yingchun's hand and got off the carriage. Wang Da drove the carriage to the side, intending to let the horses taste the horse grass from Xiangguo Temple. Gu Qinghe took a few people to the main hall of the temple.

The young novice monk who was on duty today was the same one who had come to the abbot with the fortune stick she had drawn last time.

"Donor, the abbot is currently chanting the Sutra of Rebirth for people. Please wait a moment." The young monk folded his hands and said humbly.

Gu Qinghe nodded. The person who could make the abbot chant sutras to send someone to the afterlife must be a person of great background. Besides, she had no intention of asking the abbot to chant sutras.

"It's okay, I'll just find someone else." Gu Qinghe chuckled.

"Please wait a moment." The little monk still insisted.

"Okay, then it's hard work."

When the young monk heard that the female donor in front of him had finally listened to the advice and completed the task assigned by his master, he was so happy that he couldn't help but smile, revealing a few white teeth, looking cute.

As he was speaking, several people dressed as guards came out from the side hall of the temple and said, "Go back and report to Chief Steward Han. Everything went smoothly."

Yingchun looked at the few people who were galloping on the road and pointed at Wangchun, "Those were the ones who were on the road just now."

"Oh, they are the ones who run like crazy relying on their good horses, and they look like human beings." Wangchun said with a sigh.

The man walking at the end of the three people looked back at Wangchun. Although Wangchun felt guilty, he still plucked up the courage to glare back. After all, they were just strangers and no one knew each other, so who was afraid of who?

Gu Qinghe was still kneeling and worshiping the Buddha. The little monk naturally saw the few people who had just left and knew that the abbot should be free.

When Gu Qinghe stood up, he walked forward and said, "Donor lady, the abbot has finished his work. Please follow me."

Gu Qinghe nodded, "Please lead the way."

When the group arrived at the Hall of Eternal Life, the abbot was sitting at the stone table at the door.

"Donor." The old monk clasped his hands together and nodded. Gu Qinghe followed suit. "Master Abbot, excuse me for disturbing you."

The old monk smiled and shook his head, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time." He had also been waiting for a long time, and finally these two people came to set up the longevity tablet.

"Please, benefactor."

"Won't the abbot ask me?" Gu Qinghe asked, thinking: This old monk doesn't ask anything, isn't he afraid that someone will set up a longevity tablet for the bad guys, light a perpetual lamp, and let the bad guys receive the incense, so that the good people will be uneasy?

"The Buddha said: All beings are equal," the abbot replied. "Everything has two sides. Different perspectives lead to different conclusions. A thief who robs the rich to give to the poor is a thief in the eyes of those who have been robbed, but a hero in the eyes of those who have benefited him."

"You have to see and unravel the twists and turns yourself."

Gu Qinghe listened to the abbot's words, nodded, and said nothing more.

Entering the Hall of Eternal Life, Gu Qinghe looked at the tablets and the eternally burning lamps in the hall, feeling quite emotional. It was good that the deceased were gone but the world still cared about them.

However, there are also those who have never had sex with anyone and are often forgotten. Perhaps that child is the only one she cares about. After all, the actual relationship is only between her and the child, who were once connected by the umbilical cord...

It's a sad realization indeed.

Gu Qinghe first asked Yingchun and Wangchun for their family members' birthdays and asked the abbot for help. Then she said, "Master Abbot, I want to set up another longevity tablet. I will write the sixth day of the sixth lunar month and name it Xiaoman."

When the abbot heard Gu Qinghe say "the sixth day of the sixth lunar month", he stroked his beard and smiled slightly, but when he heard Gu Qinghe also said "Xiaoman", he was slightly stunned. She actually gave it a name.

He silently looked at the sign that had just been put up. It had two large characters, "Huai Wen," and next to it were four smaller characters, "The sixth day of the sixth lunar month."

The abbot confirmed that "Huaiwen" was the posthumous title, but "Xiaoman" was the nickname given by the mother, or the birth name.

"Please come in, benefactor." The abbot handed over a black sign and a brush dipped in gold powder.

Gu Qinghe wrote stroke by stroke. Every time he bent his wrist, it seemed as if he was using the pen as a hook to scratch his heart. The soreness in his left chest became more and more intense with each beat of his heart. When he finished writing the last point, his eyes could no longer hold back the tears.

Fortunately, there were only a few of them here, and Yingchun and Wangchun were standing aside and could not see her embarrassment.

Gu Qinghe handed the tablet to the abbot, then wiped the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief, "I lost my composure, Master. Please forgive me."

"Don't worry, young lady. I am very lucky to be able to do my best to relieve your pain." The abbot took the tablet with both hands, handed it to the young monk behind him, and then nodded.

Gu Qinghe took a few steps back and knelt on the cushion, waiting for the abbot to chant. Unexpectedly, the young monk holding the tablet slipped and nearly fell. Gu Qinghe was already halfway to his feet when he heard the abbot say, "Don't be nervous, it's okay. Although the journey is difficult, this time it will all be a good outcome."

Then, with a stern face and a low voice, he said to the young monk, "Be careful! You went through so much trouble just for this heaven-fallen Purple Star in your hand."

The young monk pursed his lips and said, "Master, I know I was wrong, but we are an important Buddhist place. Why are you talking about Taoism?"

The abbot shook his head, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

The little monk curled his lips and said, "Haven't you revealed enough?"

After settling here, Gu Qinghe took Yingchun and the others to the main hall, added incense and oil, and then went to the abbot arranged by the temple. There was a small courtyard and a few guest rooms, which was quite comfortable.

After the vegetarian meal, Gu Qinghe asked everyone to rest, and she, Yingchun and Wangchun did needlework to pass the time.

"Miss, your handkerchief is so beautiful. I wonder which young man will receive it?" Wangchun said with a smile. She knew that the young man from the Lu family had no chance, which was a pity.

However, the lady is making plans for the girl. When she returns home, she will have several banquets to attend.