Chapter 18: Pink Color

  If Nanyuelan Sheng had listened to Hua's words, he would have been reborn in white clothes and gone on his way without error.

  Outside the house, Wu Guo stood upright with his pen, waiting for the two to come out and said, "Many people have finished hunting and set up camp at night. There are still seven pairs of feet coming this way."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the temple door was slapped shut with a loud bang.

  Nan Yue Lan didn't mind the loud knocking sound, but instead looked towards the opposite room. Almost at the same time, Zhen Wan, with a head of black hair covering her shoulders and wearing a Taoist robe, opened the door and came out, her dark eyes filled with fear, her face pale with a hint of red.

  Even Hua sighed, "The look of being startled awake can be so good-looking, it's a pity that she's a Taoist nun."

  Nan Yue Lan was born with a low smile.

  Those who have flowers but didn't hear clearly, those who heard clearly but had no fruit also don't understand the joke, so they all ignore it.

  "Open the door! Is anyone there? Open the door quickly!" The voice was like thunder, knocking on the door as if chopping wood, and in the middle of the night it was like a bandit rushing down the mountain, making timid people's hearts tremble with fear.

  They say that Hua is not clever, but in fact she is just timid and afraid of strong personalities. At this moment, both of them are looking at Nan Yue Lan Sheng, who only has eyes for Zhen Wan, even though the latter is as skittish as a deer that will jump away at the slightest sound.

  "Who is it that knocks so urgently at midnight?" She was a guest.

  Zhen Wan's large eyes, reflecting the firelight, blinked twice, seemingly perplexed as to why Nan Yue Lan was asking her, and replied blankly, "Zhen Wan doesn't know either... can... can she ask..." Her gaze turned towards Wu Guo.

  "What's going on? Is there really no one in the nunnery? Open the door! Today we entered the mountain to hunt and set up camp for the night. We are following the orders of our masters, and according to old rules, please ask the fairy ladies to pray to the mountain god and ask for a auspicious time for hunting." The voice was impatient, and it could be heard that if the door wasn't opened soon, they would break it down.

  "Who's calling on Mount Qi at this late hour?" Then she turned to Zhen and Wan, "Are you two often invited out at this time of night?"

  Zhen Wan lowered her head and fiddled with her robes, her tone very uneasy. "I've never been asked to come over at night before."

  "Go tell that loudmouth outside the door to come back tomorrow morning."

  Nothing was achieved.

  "Halt." Having differing opinions, it's not possible to remain silent. Nan Yue Lan said calmly, "How can we turn things around? Whether refusing or accepting, it's still best for the Taoist priestess to go and say it herself."

  Zhen Wan's eyes fluttered restlessly, her mind uneasy. She bit her lip and stood still for a moment before reluctantly taking the lamp to open the door that had been knocked again.

  "There is a saying in Flower Drum Song, 'Really, there isn't even a bit of sympathy.'"

  Nan Yue Lan covered her mouth and smiled with narrowed eyes, "Listen to this, isn't this the same Hua Miss who was still being severely scolded by Madame not long ago?"

  Mrs. Mei's strict teaching: If others don't offend me, I won't offend them.

  There was a pause, and then she finally managed to squeeze out some words. "Last time we were still in Yao Town, but now we're back home. And we're even staying here, with men who are like evil spirits trying to break down the door in the middle of the night - isn't that just asking for trouble?"

  "They're looking for a Taoist nun, not some lodger who's overstayed their welcome. Moreover, did you hear those few words clearly?" Nan Yue Lan Sheng watched as Mei Dao Gu walked across the floating wooden bridge, almost reaching the entrance.

  "What characters?" Have flower short memory forgetfulness.

  "Surround and hunt. The masters." This isn't called a newborn calf not fearing tigers, but a country bumpkin entering the city with eyes wide shut. Having gotten close to the famous and wealthy families, she still dares to speak out of turn? She doesn't dare.

  The flower reaction is not coming, I don't know if the hunting is unusual or not, I don't know what a group of masters means, only caring about the pitiful appearance of the Taoist nun. Zeng Niang, who was robbed by Xiao Ba Wang, at most just looked good, but the Taoist nun was truly beautiful, with a temperament that made women feel pity and admiration.

  "Let's go back to the house, this high-level matter is not something we can handle." Nan Yue Lan Sheng turned around and left, regardless of whether Hua could understand the word "high-level", but heard the door panel slam shut, and Daogu shouted in surprise. The loud male voice echoed in her ears.

  "Get all the girls out!" The courtyard was as big as a palm, and at a glance, there were flowers and Nan Yue Lan with her back turned, and she shouted loudly again, "And you two!"

  Zhen Wan's voice trembled as she spoke bluntly, "Those three are guests who are temporarily staying in the hut. My master has passed away, and my senior sister is in the city attending to a lady's illness. Only I can pray to the mountain spirit here."

  The man did not stop asking, "Where is the female guest from? Whose family member?"

  There was a flower that wanted to lift out the name of Da Guo Shi, but unexpectedly, Dao Gu said, "Guests who sweep tombs near here, where can they come from, whose family's young lady will it be, do we need to ask more?"

  The man's voice sounded again after a while, "Then please follow me for a walk."

  Nan Yue Lan didn't look back until the door closed behind her. She said those people had gone far away before she walked into the house and sat down.

  Hua praised, "I thought that Taoist nun was timid as a mouse, but it turns out she's quite outspoken. If not for her, you and I might have also been dragged away by that big wooden stake to serve as the mountain-opening maiden."

  "What's with the big wooden stake?" Nan Yue Lan Sheng poured herself a cup of warm tea.

  "Tall and sturdy, with a shiny black face and copper bell-like eyes, what is it if not a wooden stake?" The country bumpkin didn't know the noble family's guards were also quite young and arrogant, without any fear, they came up and gave him a nickname.

  Nan Yue Lan Sheng also had a specific impression of the owner of the loud voice, but his orders were in vain. "Go to the Taoist nun's house and see if there are any secular clothes, cosmetics, jewelry, etc. Also, in the Abbot's room, if you find anything strange, report back to me."

  He left without achieving anything.

  Hua couldn't help but laugh and said, "How could a widow's home have those things?"

  Nan Yue Lan pushed open the window beside her and quietly listened to the joyful noise outside.

  Wu Guo returned quickly, carrying a package in his hand, and put it on the table. "There's nothing else in Daoist nun's house except this. The abbot's room hasn't been cleaned for a long time, and there is no memorial tablet."

  Hua hastily opened the package and found two old skirts inside, and indeed there were some cosmetics, she exclaimed in surprise, "Is this...her stuff from before she became a Taoist nun?"

  Wu Guo returned, "She said she was raised by the abbess since childhood."

  She still didn't want to admit her mistake and said, "That's her senior sister's thing."

  "She is not a Taoist nun." Nan Yue Lan Sheng finally spoke out what was on his mind. "This temple has been uninhabited for a long time."

  "What do you know again?" The frog at the bottom of the well couldn't see anything extraordinary. Hua Die was actually not very old and had a simple mind, unlike the young lady from her household, who was a thousand-year-old wolf in sheep's clothing, having eaten both mutton and heard countless stories about sheep, so as soon as she entered the hut, she saw some cunning.

  A wonderful scene, suddenly the eyes see clearly the seclusion, unknowingly the color that has been dyed is different. The wooden bridge floats on the water, carved with peach blossoms drifting in the wind, and willow branches cut out a weak and delicate appearance. And then there's that plum tree, a dead tree, leaving only weak and broken branches and cracked earth at its roots, only a little stubborn bone remains to call out to people's hearts, but it seems futile.

  Guanyin? Won't stay in Jiaoting.

  The peach blossoms here are too fragrant.

  "But don't think too badly of that girl, it's just each person's way of survival. Who cares if she used to hang a sheep's head and sell dog meat, or now spreads fragrance and hunts with a seductive heart, as long as they've left, it's all good. She has a picky and tyrannical attitude towards architectural design, but for her own living space, she only has four requirements——"

  There is a tile to cover one's head.

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