The smoke was just about to rise when a torrential downpour suddenly engulfed everything, instantly drowning the smoke.
Dong Huiying pulled aside the bamboo curtain and peeked outside the carriage. Cold wind mixed with rain rushed into the carriage, making her shiver. She hurriedly grabbed a quilt in a flurry and wrapped herself up, then twisted open a wine jug and took a small sip to fend off the cold.
In the latter half of the night, she was shivering continuously, her body remained cold and wouldn’t warm up, and her lips and teeth had turned a shade of blue.
In her daze, she seed to hear quite a bit of hail falling from the sky, accompanied by rather strange sounds.
The sound appeared to be, like soone was tapping on a wooden fish?
She touched her own forehead; sure enough, it was hot. The sound of the wooden fish’s "dong dong dong" continued, and there seed to be soone chanting scriptures.
The sound was very close to her. Groggy, she peeked outside, and there she saw a soaking wet old nun...
Hmm, this ti it was a real nun, not like herself, a fake one. This nun had a kind and benevolent face, her clothes drenched, sitting cross-legged not far from the carriage, yet her deanor was like that of a being beyond this world.
Due to the dim light, she couldn’t make out the nun’s appearance clearly, nor could she guess her age. However, the nun was quite interesting: "Amitabha, Amitabha, achoo!"
Suddenly, she sneezed and then continued, holding prayer beads in one hand and tapping on the wooden fish with the other. Sneezes interspersed with the scripture chanting.
Dong Huiying found it sowhat amusing seeing the nun like this, too: "The wind and rain are too strong outside, Master, why don’t you co up and shelter from the rain?"
The nun paused slightly, then responded in an aged voice, "Well, this humble monk shall gratefully accept."
Life is truly quite amazing and rather amusing.
Not long ago, she disguised herself as a nun to fool the n of her household, and now this fake nun had encountered a real one.
The nun put away the wooden fish and sluggishly approached, swaying with each step, clearly indicating how strong the storm was and how cold she felt.
Once the nun had climbed onto the carriage, Dong Huiying took out a Luminous Pearl from her bundle, allowing her to finally see the nun’s appearance clearly.
She seed a bit old, though she herself was older. The nun seed to have a hint of sandalwood scent on her, and looked to be in her fifties.
"May I ask how to address you, Master?"
She took out so provisions from her bag to share with this poor, hungry, and cold monk, also offering a quilt from the carriage, along with a set of clean clothes: "If Master doesn’t mind, please wear these first. Wearing wet clothes isn’t good for the body."
"This humble monk is Jing’an," Master Jing’an replied, then continued respectfully, "Thank you, benefactor. Your kindness will surely be repaid by the heavens."
Dong Huiying couldn’t help but laugh a little. Just at that mont, Master Jing’an took off her wet clothes and put on the clean clothes Dong Huiying provided.
Master Jing’an imitated Dong Huiying, wrapping herself in a quilt. But suddenly, she exclaid, "How strange, how strange, benefactor, why is your face so peculiar?"
The long night was passing, and feeling idle was boring, so she decided to pass the ti: "How is it peculiar?" Dong Huiying asked, following Master Jing’an’s lead.
Master Jing’an calculated with her fingers, "To be frank, this humble monk is well-versed in the art of divination and physiognomy. Just from studying your face, it seems like you are a person capable of rising from the dead. Furthermore, may I dare ask... the eight characters of your birthdate?"
The corners of Dong Huiying’s mouth twitched. Could this possibly be a swindler she was encountering?
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