After some discussion.

Li Dalang left.

As for the carriage, Xie Lingjiang held his chin in one hand and looked at the river bank in the distance, where the bright red maple forest and the brilliant sunset complemented each other:

"Is an eighth-grade sword wielder that powerful?

"You have to hurry up to the sixth level, and then you'll still be a senior brother..."

She smiled with an eyebrow and whispered softly:

"But according to what Senior Brother said before he left, with good craftsmanship, it seems that the body-protecting Qi of the sixth level can be broken... The eighth level endangers the sixth level... Is this the sword holder..."

Xie Lingjiang sighed, feeling a little resentful. Immediately, the high ponytail of the man-dressed girl in the carriage danced. She shook her head, and her pretty face cheered up again:

"No matter what, at least I can't just kill him with a sword. It's so shameless."

After quietly finishing her "harsh words", Lady Xie looked at Jiang Feng under the setting sun. She was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly said to herself inexplicably:

"By the way, has she reached the sixth level? After returning with those senior sisters..."

…

Ah Qing wiped his sweat and looked at the evening scene of the red sun sinking into the river in the distance.

She continued to immerse herself in washing the monk's robes.

Beitian Alms Home, by a well in the backyard.

The delicate girl with the word "Yue" tattooed on her forehead struggled to lift a bucket of well water with both hands and add it to the pool.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her thin white arms, and crouched down beside the well with her knees folded. She washed her hands first, and then diligently scrubbed the outer garments of the monks and patients in the hospital.

After finishing the yarn washing, Ah Qing went to hold some clotheslines.

Dry the newly washed clothes neatly one by one.

Being diligent with her hands and feet, she called the six monks who were chanting sutras in the side hall of the courtyard. She took the lead and ran to the Zhaiyuan and brought back some dinner with them.

Distributed one by one to the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in Beitian Nursing Home.

Everyone queued up or sat waiting to receive the evening meal, and most of them smiled happily.

After all, who doesn’t like dry food, especially in the Zhou Dynasty where common people could only have two meals a day.

However, there are also patients who are picky eaters and find it hard to take care of themselves, or their families are in decline, or they are living in old age.

Ah Qing, who is just here to help with "odd jobs", is not upset. She will take the initiative to ask questions and carefully write down some taboo requirements. She is afraid of forgetting.

The back cook, communicating with the cook who also has a bad temper...

Ah Qing, who is already introverted, shy and somewhat socially anxious, mustered up the courage to do this kind of communication and resolve conflicts, but it was indeed difficult.

However, in the face of the quiet inquiry from a delicate little girl with a soft temper and a soft voice, no matter who has a fiery temper and makes things difficult, he will inevitably lower his loud voice by half a beat, hum a few times, and soften it a little.

Many trivial grievances and conflicts were resolved through her fast and diligent communication.

It has been a month since Ah Qing came to work in Beitian Nursing Home.

From an outsider's perspective, she is very adaptable.

However, in the words of Ah Qing’s own experience, who would bow his head shyly if anyone stared at him for three seconds,

The trick is nothing more than the word "diligence".

Diligence can make up for clumsiness, diligence can make up for clumsiness.

Besides, most people are not clumsy either.

Ah Qing doesn't quite understand so many twists and turns, but he remembers the words of a certain "new brother".

Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is.

Ah Qing often thinks that she doesn't know what arrogance is, but she thinks that people who work harder are not arrogant.

After recognizing that admirable "new brother", Ah Qing's life has undergone many changes.

But some things haven't changed.

The resident monks of Beitian Nursing Home and the patients in the nursing home have good senses about this new girl.

Some monks who are reciting sutras for a day are more diligent in reciting sutras and knocking wooden fish. It has nothing to do with others, but mainly in front of the pretty little girls who often pass by the door. As long as they are men, even monks, their hearts will rise, not to the little girl.

The idea of ​​leaving a lazy impression...

As for the poor patients, they were touched by the simple and impoverished temperament of the pretty girl with the word "Yue" tattooed on her forehead. Only by living through the same hardships and troughs can we know what they really need.

Because I have been caught in the rain, I always want to hold an umbrella for others.

There is always a kindness inside.

After distributing the food, Ah Qing received an extra portion and walked to the backyard to a wellhead surrounded by a stone fence.

There is no water in the well.

There is a monk and an underground palace.

On all sides of the underground palace, there are four newly added murals of the Buddha Jataka.

On the north wall is the "Moonlight King's Giving Head".

The slovenly young monk who was sitting facing north stood up, clasped his hands, raised his head towards the mouth of the well, smiled and said:

"Amitabha, the female donor, come down quickly. The hell above is endless. Don't suffer in vain..."

Ah Qing kept moving, putting the food on the tray, using the modified runner, and using a rope to drop the tray. The old bell she tied on the tray swayed.

Ding bell~

The crisp ringing of the bell echoed throughout the underground palace, accompanied by the smell of rice, echoing back and forth.

Xiuzhen's face changed slightly, and she immediately stopped trying to pass people around, and quickly rushed forward to grab a bowl of rice.

It doesn’t matter whether it is food produced in the Pure Land or food transformed by evil spirits in the Infinite Hell.

Trust your stomach’s judgment.

Ah Qing chuckled, turned around and left the well.

She cleaned up and walked out of Beitian Nursing Home.

Meet the hair halfway.

The two are quite familiar, mainly because of Ouyang Rong.

Xiufa brought some rich dinner and asked Ah Qing to take it back to Sanhui Yuan to give to Liu's mother who was recovering from illness.

Ah Qing declined repeatedly, but at the insistence of the bald novice monk, she had no choice but to take it.

She held the food box in both hands and walked silently back to Sanhuiyuan.

Originally, Ah Qing, Liu Mu, and sister-in-law Yun Niang all lived at home on the outskirts of Longcheng. They escaped from the war after the last Kuangfu army came.

After returning, under the strong advice of Magistrate Diao and Master Shandao, after much hesitation, the family moved to Donglin Temple in Dagushan and settled in Sanhuiyuan where Ouyang Rong once stayed for recuperation.

The temple is safer after all, and it is also convenient for Mother Liu to recuperate.

At the same time, Ah Qing also found a new job in the Beitian Nursing Home. The Beitian Nursing Home is a joint venture between the county government and Donglin Temple, so it can also be seen...

Before the last ray of sunset fell, Ah Qing walked back to the familiar yard, quickened his pace, and pushed open the door. However, his sister-in-law Yun Niang was nowhere to be seen. From the corner of his eye, he saw a faint figure carrying a bowl and feeding medicine in the room where his mother was recovering from illness.

"Have you finished taking the medicine? Sister-in-law, please rest first. I'll feed you." Ah Qing said helplessly, walked into the lobby, put down the food box, turned around and entered the hospital bed in the wing. The next moment, her little face was stunned: "Old...

...Brother!”

When he saw the slender figure looking at the old woman in front of the bed in the house, Ah Qing cried out in surprise.

"Shh."

Ouyang Rong handed the medicine bowl back to Yun Niang, turned his head with a smile, raised his index finger to his mouth, glanced at the sleeping Liu Mu, and winked at Ah Qing.

Ah Qing suddenly blushed and became a little at a loss.

Soon her little face regained its expression, and her voice was so low that only the shape of her mouth remained:

"Brother, have you eaten?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Ah Qing hurriedly took out the food box, and at the same time slowed down his movements for fear of waking up Liu Mu.

But what the little girl didn't know was that someone's soft "shh" was not just for her.

Ouyang Rong kept his index finger raised to his mouth, turned his head, and glanced out the window at the quiet night of Longcheng.

…

It is different from the reunion of a family on Dagushan Mountain.

In the Longcheng County market, the streets that have been bustling all day are closing stalls one after another and going their separate ways.

Following the traces of Li Li and others reported by Yan Liulang, Ouyang Rong returned quietly, but he didn't know that a certain girl in palace clothes had also come quietly.

Rong Zhen walked silently on the streets of Longcheng County.
To be continued...