Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

As they got closer, they could see several horse-drawn carriages at the foot of the mountain in the distance!

Shen Qingxi and the others had stopped in an open area at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up at the mountain, An Jinglan carefully introduced it to the two of them.

"This temple is built halfway up the mountain... It's very close, less than 15 minutes away."

At noon, vegetarian meals are served in the temples, and Chenghua Temple's vegetarian meals are quite famous.

The scenery here is beautiful; we can take the kids for a walk around!

Ji Beichen and Shen Qingxi looked eager to try, glancing at the servants behind them.

Only three or five people remained to guard the carriage, while the others performed their respective duties.

Some were carrying babies, others were carrying baskets...

As we began our ascent, the gently sloping stone path wound its way up, with birdsong echoing through the trees on either side.

Han Lingxi and her little rascals were extremely quiet at this moment, their bright black eyes darting around.

Seeing the birds flying by from time to time, she pointed at them with her little finger with curiosity, her silvery laughter echoing all the way.

“Bird… Daddy… Bird! Ahaha… Haha… Look…”

"Ah...uh...haha!"

Four children, full of energy, their cheerful voices mingling with the chirping of birds.

Make this mountain road more vibrant

Shen Qingxi couldn't help but exclaim, "The scenery here is indeed beautiful!"

Ji: "Yes... we haven't even reached Chenghua Temple yet, but the scenery along the mountain path alone is already worth the trip!"

Mr. Han was also beaming with joy, smiling easily, "The scenery is indeed beautiful... Alas, it's just a pity that Xuan'er couldn't come!"

"There will definitely be another opportunity to come here in the future..."

After walking for a while, we finally arrived at the entrance of Chenghua Temple.

On either side of the three-zhang-high stone steps, two stone lions crouch with their heads held high, the patterns on their paws clearly visible, and even their manes are carved with individual hairs.

On the wide bluestone square in front of the gate, groups of tourists had already gathered in twos and threes—young men wearing veils.

The man leaned against his attendant, pointing to the plaque above the mountain gate, and bowed reverently.

Incense smoke drifted over the mottled red walls, making the three gilded characters "Chenghua Temple" appear even more solemn.

As the group slowly stepped into the temple, a young novice monk of about fourteen or fifteen years old came to greet them.

"Amitabha Buddha... This way, please, benefactor..."

Han's father hurriedly returned the greeting, "Amitabha, thank you for your trouble, Master!"

Shen Qingxi and the others added incense and offered many tributes in the main hall, and sincerely knelt down to worship.

He silently prayed, "May my wife be safe and may all her wishes come true!"

May everything go smoothly next year…

Afterwards, the young monk led me to the back of Chenghua Temple, which was the place An Jinglan had mentioned before with its beautiful scenery.

"Please feel free to wander around here. If you get tired, there are meditation rooms in the temple where you can rest!"

Faced with the young monk's thorough explanation, the group quickly expressed their gratitude.

After the young monk left, the group focused on appreciating the scenery of the back mountain.

The verdant pine forest surged like green waves, and sunlight filtered through the layers of needles like scattered gold.

The light and shadow flow across the ground covered with pine needles.

A clear spring gushed forth from between the bluestone crevices, splashing up tiny silver beads, and meandered down the shallow stream paved with pebbles.

A few wild orchids grow sparsely along the stream, their pale purple petals glistening with morning dew, their fragrance wafting gently in the breeze.

Further away, jagged rocks are scattered to form natural rocky outcrops, and the clear water reflects the sky and clouds, with squirrels occasionally leaping over the branches.

A pine needle was startled and fell into the spring, drifting with the current—a truly serene and elegant landscape painting.

The servants found an open space and laid out the prepared oilcloth mats.

They also sprinkled some insect-repelling powder around the area.

After everything was tidied up, the eager little ones were placed on the mat.

Shen Qingxi, Ji Beichen, and An Jinglan sat comfortably together.

Feeling the gentle breeze from the mountains and listening to the birdsong and the sound of water, I felt incredibly relaxed.

Madam Yang helped the old man, who had just landed, towards the main hall.

The young monk immediately stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, benefactor He, you have arrived. This way, please. Abbot Huicheng has been waiting for you for a long time."

Madam Yang hurriedly returned the greeting, "Thank you so much, young master!"

In a meditation room on the east side of the main hall, candlelight flickered, and Abbot Huicheng, dressed in a gray-brown monk's robe, sat quietly on a futon.

On the opposite table was a Buddha statue, and the incense burner emitted a faint sandalwood fragrance that lingered for a long time.

Abbot Huicheng's face, over sixty years old, was covered with deep wrinkles. His thin fingers twirled the prayer beads, and his eyes were gently closed.

It is surrounded by a calming tranquility, exuding a peaceful aura that transcends the mundane world.

The young monk stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Amitabha! The host has arrived!"

Huicheng then slowly opened his tightly closed eyes and uttered a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor He, you have arrived!"

Grandpa He bowed slowly, "Abbot Huicheng, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting..."

Abbot Huicheng slowly extended a gesture of invitation, and Madam Yang stepped forward to help the person sit on a prayer mat to the side.

The young monk served tea, and Abbot Huicheng looked at Old Master He and said softly.

"Amitabha Buddha, what brings you here, Benefactor He?"

Old Master He coughed twice and said calmly, "I have come here to pray to Buddha to bless my daughter with peace and good fortune!"

Huicheng nodded and looked at the little monk beside him.

The young monk turned around and brought a divination stick container to the table.

"Esteemed benefactor...may I, an old woman, interpret your fortune sticks!"

Grandpa He nodded, slowly rose, and knelt before the Buddha, holding the divination stick container.

He then shook the bamboo tube in his hand in a devout prayer.

Swoosh...swoosh...a bamboo skewer fell from it.

Yang hurriedly stepped forward to help pick it up, and then helped Old Master He up.

"Father, please slow down!"

Grandpa He then straightened up and placed the bamboo sticks in front of Abbot Huicheng!

"Ahem... Host, could you please take a look?"

The abbot, Huicheng, took the bamboo slip, read the inscription on it, pondered for a moment, and slowly unfolded a thick booklet.

His withered fingertips traced the yellowed pages, and suddenly a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry, benefactor, this is an excellent divination. The divination says 'the clouds part to reveal the bright moon,' indicating that the calamity will dissipate and your wishes will surely be fulfilled."

Grandpa He's cloudy eyes instantly welled up with tears, his hands trembling as he clasped them together, his forehead hitting the ground heavily.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Buddha, for your divine intervention!"

"It's good that you're safe... It's good that you're safe," Yang said with a sigh of relief.

Hui Cheng nodded slowly, and then saw the second half of the fortune slip.

Abbot Huicheng gently twirled the prayer beads between his fingers and spoke slowly: "This divination not only foretells your daughter's safety, but the inscription also says, 'Good fortune brings peace of mind, and joy descends from heaven.'"

It also implies that the benefactor will have unexpected joy soon, which is the result of the benefactor's good karma from past lives and sincere prayers.

Cause and effect are infallible; good deeds bring good results. Just wait patiently for good fortune to arrive.

Grandpa He didn't understand and looked puzzled. "A happy occasion? What's the joy?"

Abbot Huicheng replied, “Amitabha, the time is not yet ripe. Please wait patiently!”

Old Master He nodded slowly. With such a happy occasion already, what other happy occasion could there be?

Could it be the granddaughter's? The host said the timing wasn't right yet.

He should wait a bit! "Amitabha... Thank you, Abbot!"

"Amitabha Buddha... Please wait a moment, benefactor!"