Song Wangyue smiled.
There were futons next to her, she took one over and sat down in front of Master Jingfan, “Master, this is a ridiculous question to ask, it was clearly you who asked someone to call me over, how come you are asking if I have something to say to you.”
Master Jingfan just looked at her.
Song Wan Yue’s face remained unchanged as she let him look at her.
She had already died once, and having lived this extra year and felt blood kinship was enough, whatever this old godly man had in mind, she would not let him have his way.
“Amitabha.”
Jing Fan suddenly recited a Buddhist hymn, “The almsman should not have existed in this world.”
Fearless and unafraid! Song Wangyue snorted and spoke nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting statement from Master, I shouldn’t exist in this world, so where should I go?
“Master is a wisp of a ghost from another world.”
Song Wan Yue’s expression remained unchanged, “So what?”
It wasn’t that she had seized this body, but that she had come in after the original owner of this body had died.
“The almsman should go back where he came from.”
“Yes ……”
Song Wangyue smiled and spoke calmly, as if she was not facing her life or death to stay or go, but a trivial matter of clouds and lightness, “Then I will trouble Master to send me back.”
Master Jingfan was instead stunned.
Song Wan Yue saw clearly and asked with a smile, “What, Master doesn’t have this ability?”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Master Jingfan recited another Buddhist hymn, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile on his face.
Song Wangyue wrinkled her brows.
“Lao Di really doesn’t have this ability.”
Song Wangyue froze.
Didn’t such old gods usually have two brushes, how could they?
The smile on Master Jingfan’s face seemed to thicken a little more, “However, the old cassock has the ability to keep the master here forever.”
Song Wangyue slowly sat up straight.
In this era, there should be quite a few of these godly men, and since the one in front of her could tell that she was from a different world, it was only natural that the others could see it too.
“However, the monk needs to promise the old cassock one thing.”
Song Wan Yue looked at him steadily, “Speak.”
“No matter what happens in the future, you must not allow the living souls to suffer.”
……
It was a little more than half an hour later that Song Wan Yue came out of the meditation room, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand and looking at the crowd with a smile, “Master Jing Fan said he had a destiny with me and gave it to me.”
Duke Ding’s hanging heart fell back and gave a wink to Xiao Zheng, who understood and said, “The Buddha of the Thousand Hills Temple is also very spiritual, so since we are here, let’s go and pay our respects.”
The crowd followed him to the main hall.
Duke Ding accompanied his wife and re-entered the meditation room.
“Master.”
Before she could say anything, her eyes reddened. Xiao’er was Xian’er’s only bloodline, and in order to protect him, she hadn’t dared to let anyone spy on him all these years, but she hadn’t expected that he would still die prematurely.
“I want to do a puja for my poor grandson.”
“Amitabha.”
Master Jingfan recited a Buddhist hymn, “Madam should not be too sad, everything has its peaks and troughs, and this is no exception.”
The Lady of the State was still a bit confused when she left the meditation room, Master Jingfan said that the path would turn around. How could it be that he could still come back to life?
The body is still alive?
When she thought of this, she fiercely grabbed Duke Ding’s arm, her lips trembling violently, “Old, old master, the great, master means that Xiao’er can return to life by borrowing a corpse!”
The corners of Duke Ding’s mouth twitched a few times, he never knew his old wife had such rich associations, patting her hand, “Don’t think too much, since the master said the peak will turn around, it will definitely turn around.”
……
The group had lunch in the temple before descending the mountain, and it was already half an afternoon when they returned to the capital. The Duke of Ding and his wife, Xiao Zheng, and Xu and Song Lin each went back, while Song Wan Yue, Song Si and Xiao Yao went to the southern city.
When they arrived, Song Wan Yue asked Xiao Yao to show her the way and she walked slowly and alone towards the pastry shop on the next street.
The people who used to queue in front of their shop had all come this way, with two long queues, and the smile on the face of the pastry seller was almost overflowing.
Song Wangyue crossed the queue and walked forward, before she took a few steps she was called out, “Little girl, you can’t jump the queue!”
Song Wan Yue looked over and saw that the person speaking was a stout man wearing a long, thin cotton robe.
With a faint smile, Song Wan Yue said, “I won’t buy first, let’s take a look when we get closer.”
Looking around, Song Wan Yue walked straight to the table selling pastries.
Although she was well known in the capital and no one mentioned her didn’t know about her, almost no one had actually seen her, and the man thought he was curious, so he ran closer to look and didn’t care.
The customer in front was buying snow mille-feuille, which was sold for two taels of silver a piece in her shop but only one tael over here, half the price, and smelled no different from her own.
She didn’t need to look at the other pastries, she could tell just by the smell that they were no different from her own.
After wandering around for two quarters of an hour, Song Wan Yue went back to her pastry shop and called everyone over, “Today I will teach you all how to make a new pastry.”
The crowd’s eyes lit up.
In the past, when the shop was busy, they were so busy that they thought it would be good to take a day off, but then the business was taken away and they were so idle that they were almost mouldy, and they were afraid that the owner would not be able to use so many people anymore and sell them out.
“The proprietor ……”
The yellow cake said, “Today there are two people rested, do you see whether to call them back?”
“No, I have worked out a few more pastries these days, I will give them to you separately, two or three people will be responsible for one when the time comes.”
Huang Gao nodded his head.
Song Wangyue told him to divide the servants into several groups, leaving one group of three and letting the rest go back to their work, and asked Huangcao to prepare the ingredients, saying, “The dim sum we are making today is called egg yolk pastry.”
When it was dark and the underlings had learned, Song Wangyue had them make a pot and bring it out to the shop for people to try, and they all nodded their heads and said it was delicious.
“Tomorrow I will teach the other people to make another pastry, you should take your shifts off, when it gets busy in a few days there will be no rest again.”
The people responded.
Song Wangyue carried a plate of egg yolk pastry to the back room and placed it in front of Xiao Yao.
“It smells good.”
Without waiting for Song Wangyue to say anything, Xiao Yao couldn’t help but pick up a piece and take a bite, the texture was crispy and very tasty.
“This is the first one, I will teach them to make one kind each day next, don’t worry sister Yao, in a few days, all those customers will come back.”
Xiao Yao swallowed the pastry in her mouth and was worried, “The mole hasn’t been uncovered yet, you’re teaching them like this, in case it gets leaked out again ……”
“Sister Yao don’t worry, I have my own way to uncover the person.”
“What method?”
Song Wan Yue whispered a few words, Xiao Yao listened and was filled with admiration, “Yue’er, I really want to pick your head open to see how it grew, how can you have so many solutions.”