Chapter 170

Jia Cong followed the sound and rushed into the guest room, regardless of the surprised or horrified eyes of the people in the room.

He stepped forward and grabbed Jinghui's hand, saying excitedly: "Zhi Shao, so you really didn't die! That's great, it's me! I've come to find you!"

Jinghui was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she looked at him in horror. The pair of silver flower twisted silk bracelets on her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

This scene frightened everyone present.

The cold-looking nun's expression changed greatly, and even the old nun who was sitting peacefully stood up abruptly.

The guarding nun at the door rushed up and pulled Jia Cong away, shouting: "This young master is so unreasonable. Male guests are not allowed to enter the back hall of the nunnery. You broke in without permission and pulled like this. What is the reason?"

The cold-looking nun with hair pulled the terrified Jinghui behind her.

She saw that Jia Cong was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a handsome appearance, but he was so frivolous to Jinghui just now, and a look of disgust appeared in her eyes.

She had seen too many such noble young masters who were golden on the outside but rotten on the inside, and most of them were frivolous, dirty, and extravagant.

"Nun, Zhi Shao grew up with me since I was a child. I am the person closest and most familiar to her, but when we met just now, she seemed not to recognize me at all. What is the reason for this?"

She was old and cultivated deeply, experienced in the world, and proficient in innate divine numbers. She also saw that Jia Cong was sincere to Jinghui, and his words and actions were true, without any pretense.

And Zhi Shao didn't seem to recognize herself at all. What is going on? Since Zhi Shao is practicing in this temple, the reason for this matter can only be found in this old nun.

The old nun looked old, but her words had a magical power to calm people's hearts. Jia Cong felt awe in his heart, and his mind slowly calmed down.

The old nun said: "Two years ago, I went north to the Love Shenjing. On the day I returned, it was January 19th of the 10th year of Emperor Jia Zhao. I was on a night boat on the Liuyang River and accidentally saved Jinghui."

Jia Cong felt a burst of pain in his heart. He could imagine how much Zhi Shao had suffered. Being able to survive could be considered that the heavens had eyes.

At that time, she was obsessed every day, and couldn't even speak. I brought her back to the temple and raised her for several months before she could speak, but she didn't remember the past."

Then he heard the old nun behind him say in a deep voice: "The Buddha gate is solemn, please calm down, donor!"

Every time I chant scriptures, she often sits and listens. I think her past dust is cut off, her five senses are empty, and her heart has no sustenance, so I accepted her as a disciple to practice."

Being able to save her at that time was also a great luck, but she had been drowning for too long, and her heart and spirit had suffered great damage.

The old nun was startled. This young man's maid jumped into the Liuyang River, and the time also happened to match. That year, she took her disciple Sister Miao Yu north to the Love Shenjing, and on the way back, she happened to save Jinghui on the Liuyang River.

"She is a maid who grew up with me since I was a child. Two years ago, something happened to her. I originally thought she was no longer in the world, but I don't know why she drifted here. Please tell me the reason, nun?"

"I am Jia Cong, a descendant of the Rongguo Mansion in the Love Shenjing. My maid is named Zhi Shao. That year, she was forced by a villain to jump into the Liuyang River. It was January 19th of the 10th year of Emperor Jia Zhao, but I don't know how she arrived at the temple?"

"Exactly, does the donor know my Jinghui disciple before?"

And the pulse was chaotic, the blood was flowing backward, which should be because she suffered great shock, anger, and grief before falling into the water.

And this youth had a clear and elegant temperament, and his eyes had a divine light of innate wisdom, which was not an ordinary person. The time and place could also match. Jinghui was very likely his maid who jumped into the river.

The old nun's eyes lit up and asked: "May I ask where the donor is from, and how did your maid have an accident that year?"

In short, he had already found Zhi Shao. This was a great thing. Two years of separation had passed, so he was not in a hurry for this moment.

Jia Cong saw that Sister Miao Yu was avoiding him like a snake, and walked out of the guest room with Jinghui, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he wanted to go forward and chase.

The old nun said: "Sister Miao Yu, take Jinghui back to the inner room first."

"Did the nun take her disciple to the Daci'en Temple in Jin Ling four days ago to pray for the main hall?"

Drowning for too long, heart and spirit suffered great damage. Was it because of drowning for too long, excessive hypoxia in the brain, damage to brain tissue, and stimulation, that she forgot the past?

"Nun, will Zhi Shao recover and remember the past?"

The old nun sighed: "In these years, I have used many methods such as acupuncture and decoction, but they have not been effective."

"People who have been drowning for too long and have this kind of soul-loss disease have existed since ancient times, which is not rare. It's just that some people can recover, while others find it difficult to recover for a lifetime."

The old nun saw Jia Cong's painful face, looked at Jia Cong thoughtfully, and said: "Jinghui is kind-hearted, spiritual, and elegant. Although she carries a disaster, she is not a short-lived person."

Jin Ling, Xinglong Lane, Jia family old mansion.

Wuer received a letter sent by Jin Cai's family to the inner courtyard, saying that it was sent by Cong Sanye Cong from Gusu.

She opened it and was shocked, and then she was pleasantly surprised.

Last time, Cong Sanye said that he saw someone exactly the same as Zhi Shao at the Daci'en Temple. At that time, Wuer thought it was a coincidence and didn't dare to believe that it was really Zhi Shao.

Now Cong Sanye said in the letter that he really found Zhi Shao in the Panxiang Temple in Gusu. It turned out that after she jumped into the river that year, she was saved by the abbess of the temple.

It's just that Zhi Shao doesn't remember the past now, and there is no way to bring her back immediately.

In a place separated by a wall from the inner courtyard of the Panxiang Temple, there are four or five vacant small courtyards, which are also the temple property of the Panxiang Temple.

Usually, they are rented to outsiders or locals who are not wealthy at a low price, which can collect some incense money and solve people's difficulties.

Recently, a young master took a fancy to the neatest small courtyard on the east side, spent double the rent, let the people living in it move out, and moved in with a maid.

Because in Zhi Shao's eyes, Jia Cong is a stranger, and he cannot take her away for a while. Because the matter happened suddenly, the abbess of the Panxiang Temple, Abbess Xiushan, still has doubts about this matter.

So Jia Cong temporarily took Zhen Ying Lian and rented a house in the temple to live in.

From the day he moved in, Zhen Ying Lian went to the inner courtyard to talk to Jinghui every day.

Zhen Ying Lian has a gentle and pleasing personality and is very popular. Even the abbess of the Panxiang Temple, Abbess Xiushan, treats her differently, allowing her to enter and exit the inner hall of the temple.

Sister Miao Yu was very disgusted with him because of Jia Cong's frivolous behavior toward Jinghui that day, but she had a good eye for this beautiful little maid beside him.

Zhen Ying Lian went to the inner courtyard several times, and Sister Miao Yu didn't restrain her. She read scriptures and books in her room every day, letting Zhen Ying Lian go in and out to find Jinghui to talk.

Although Jinghui couldn't remember the past, she still had the meticulous and heavy-feeling personality of the past.

After a few days, the tender and innocent Zhen Ying Lian became very familiar with Jinghui. Sometimes she didn't return to the courtyard where Jia Cong lived at night, but stayed in Jinghui's room.

During this period, a girl surnamed Xing often came to the backyard to read and write with Sister Miao Yu.

Zhen Ying Lian heard from Jinghui that the Xing girl's family also rented a house in the temple and had lived here for many years.

When Jia Cong knew about this girl named Xing Xiuyan, he was also surprised, sighing at the magic of fate in the world.

However, Gusu is a very special place. Daiyu, Zhen Ying Lian, and Sister Miao Yu are all from Gusu. This is the origin of the Red Chamber story.

Finally, one day, Zhen Ying Lian brought Jinghui to the courtyard where Jia Cong lived.

Jia Cong's behavior in the guest room that day made Jinghui remember it vividly. Seeing Jia Cong again, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

However, Jia Cong would not make her feel terrible, and even felt a bit inexplicably close, even she herself felt strange, but she couldn't think of the reason.

The abbess of the Panxiang Temple, Abbess Xiushan, is proficient in medicine and psychology. Jia Cong listened to her suggestion and did not mention the past in front of Jinghui for the time being.

In order to avoid causing mental distress to Jinghui, it would be counterproductive. Usually, they just get along with an ordinary heart.

Even so, Jia Cong thought of the dead Zhi Shao, who was now reborn in front of his eyes, and he was already satisfied. No matter how alienated and strange she was to him, he was willing to accept it.

Naturally, he was careful in every word and action. After coming and going several times, Jinghui also completely let go of her guard against Jia Cong.

She also gradually got used to this gentle Jia Young Master, who often appeared by her side.

(End of chapter)