Volume 1: Sinking into the Fragrance (7)

  Beast Pets Are Shocked · Bad Little Boy, Don't Be Like This, Sinking Incense (7)

  The sun is so big, the warm sunlight wraps around my body, but I don't know what's wrong with me, as I speak, tears start flowing uncontrollably. My thoughts are like a lotus flower, being trampled by the monk's robe, following his footsteps, wandering through Lianhua Mountain and Xiangkou, all for a grand wish, until he gave up his life. The mountain moon is clear and cold, his lonely figure wanders, drenched in the moonlight, stained, finally becoming an imprint on the mountain road.

  "Stay where you are, don't move, I'll come get you." Mo Xie heard the sob hidden in her voice.

  Mò zhān shook her head, "Don't come, you'd better not. I want to find a temple to pray, it's not convenient for you..."

  "Wait for me." Mo Ye didn't let Meng Yan finish speaking and hung up the phone.

  Before long, Mo Xie arrived, ignoring the stunned gazes of the surrounding crowd on one-77. He got out of the car and walked straight towards Mochen who was standing still by the flowerbed, looking down at her with a deep gaze, then sighed, and regardless of the many people around, reached out to grasp Mochen's hand.

  His fingers slipped into the gap between hers, tightly entwined. Without saying much, he just held her tight and led her through the crowd back to the car. No matter how many people outside were still curiously looking in, he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt for her.

  It was as if the vastness of heaven and earth had narrowed down, and he could see only her.

  The car suddenly roared with a loud engine sound, rushing out of the crowd and forcing back the surrounding onlookers.

  Misty cicada felt a bit embarrassed, turned her head and looked at him, "Accelerating so aggressively will produce a lot of exhaust gases."

  He smiled and said, "I will plant 100 trees."

  Foam cicada sticks out its tongue, "Alright, I'll help you."

  The carriage arrived outside the mountain temple, and Mochen pushed Mo Xie, "Don't follow me."

  The memory of Qingyan Longquan Temple still lingers, and Mo Xian understands that in the eyes of some cultivators, Moxie is still an evil spirit.

  Mo Ye gazed at Moxi, nodded slowly and said, "Alright, I'll wait for you here. Come back early."

  Foam cicada stepped up, met Buddha burning incense. The sound of the wooden fish from the temple made her mood much better. She silently apologized to Lotus Monk in front of Buddha. As Mo Xie said before, after linking Chen's story with Lotus Monk's story together, she directly drew a conclusion and felt that Lotus Monk was like the murderer who killed Chen Xiang, Master Baizhu.

  Until she got through to Mo Xie's phone, at that moment, she suddenly overturned her own idea. So she had to find a temple to explain her apology to the Buddha.

  After Mo Ze finished speaking, he felt much better and turned around to leave.

  He quickly walked out of the temple gate, and suddenly a young monk chased after him from behind, running and shouting, "Tan Yue, please stop."

  "Is Master calling me?" Mozhen looked at Little Monk in surprise, thinking why he was called "Tan Yue".

  The little monk followed up and put something in Tan Yue's palm, "Tan Yue lost something, the monk specially handed it over." The little monk finished speaking and turned around to leave.

  The cicada molts and drops its head, spreading open its palms.

  There is a large tree at the temple gate, with lush greenery like a canopy, and its age is unknown. The warm sunlight filters through the trees, illuminating the small objects in her palm - a small wooden plaque about an inch long, with a Buddha image carved on it. A faint sweet fragrance rises from the wooden plaque, entering the heart.

  "What is this?" Meng Xiang was stunned, clearly knowing that this was not his thing at all.

  Moth cicada returned to the main hall and found the little monk, "Master sent the wrong person, this is not my thing."

  The little monk stood in front of the Buddha, his eyes clear and empty. "It seems that the donor has forgotten. This is indeed the donor's thing, so the donor should take good care of it and not lose it again."

  Moxi could only hold the small wooden plaque all the way down the mountain, holding it straight to Moe's eyes, "It's strange, it's clearly not my thing, but Xiaohe is saying it's mine in front of Buddha and wants me to take good care of it."

  Mo Ye's eyebrows furrowed, and he took the wooden plaque to his nose. His expression changed in an instant. "This is indeed a sinking fragrance pendant. Made from top-quality qin nan wood, carved with intricate designs, and obtained in front of Buddha, it must have been blessed."

  "Ah?!" Mo Cui trembled with fear, "Is this Sun Xiangzhui?"

  The cicada landed on the sinking incense, carefully looked at the Buddha statue above, then closed its eyes and held onto the Mo Xie to steady itself. "The carving method of the Buddha statues is very similar, with my naked eye I can hardly tell them apart. But this one, I think I recognize - the wooden plaque is carved with... Lotus Flower Monk."

  Misty cicada stretched out her hand to press down on her heart, "Chen Xiang's father said that the Chen family had been wearing such a agarwood pendant generation after generation. The top was carved with lotus flowers and Buddhist monks. The Chen family used this way to atone for their sins."

  "The Chen family's fortune declined, and all the agarwood was sold for money, leaving only the last one on Chen Xiang's neck." Mozhen supported Moye, "Could it be that this one is exactly the one on Chen Xiang's neck?"

  Mo Ye supported Moxi and said, "I think this is a gift from Lotus Monk to you. Because you were willing to believe him."

  A bustling street in a prosperous industry, with crowds surging forward. At the busiest intersection, the most eye-catching advertising space on the tallest building is occupied by an advertisement for Jing'an Villa.

  In the past, advertisements featured Hu Mengdie wearing a cheongsam and holding a pipa, with an overall style similar to old Shanghai calendar posters. Nowadays, they have been replaced with text-only advertisements.

  White background with blue words, like a Qinghua porcelain vase, on top is still that advertising slogan: May the years be quiet and peaceful, and may you have a good rest.

  A huge billboard occupies the advertising space on all four sides of the building, and no matter which direction you come from, east, south, west or north, you will see it as soon as you raise your eyes. It's like a domineering beast with four faces, blocking the way forward, making it impossible to escape.

  At the intersection, there are staff distributing advertising flyers for Jing'an Villa. With the upstairs advertisements forming a three-dimensional echo, Jing'an Villa's new round of promotional activities is in full swing.

  Several aunties took out the advertisement and started discussing it on the street, "Oh, I don't dare to buy. I heard it's haunted."

  "It was a misunderstanding... it wasn't that Jing'an Villa was haunted, but rather the problem of the original spokesperson herself. Later on, she went to shoot for 'Hong Xiang' magazine and again brought about the death of another model who had conflicts with her..."

  "Ah, is it Chen Xiang's bizarre falling from building case?"

  ……

  Jiang Yuan Feng accompanied Yuan Ying as they walked down the commercial street, just in time to hear those tyrannical Liu Zhang. Jiang Yuan Feng furrowed his brow and stopped in his tracks, whereupon Yuan Ying pulled on his arm, "Yuan Feng, hurry up! I promised to help my dad supervise this promotional activity. There are still a few more points that haven't been checked yet."

  Yuan Ying is also about to graduate, and she chose to intern at her own company. This time, the promotional activity of Jing'an Villa's restored case was undertaken by herself.

  After Yuan Ying's last illness, although she recovered, she seemed to have always been a little short of her former self. The healthy flush on her cheeks was gone, and the baby fat on her face had all sunken in, so her family was always worried that she hadn't fully recovered. Director Jiang and Mrs. Jiang ordered Jiang Yuanfeng to take on the responsibility of being her personal doctor, accompanying her at all times, lest she faint while working.

  Jiang Yuan didn't respond to Yuan Ying's urgency, but instead called Mo Yan. Lately, Mo Yan hadn't been seen at school, saying she was interning at "Hong Xiu". Jiang Yuan had just heard rumors involving "Hong Xiu", so he couldn't help but worry about Mo Yan.

  Yuan Ying reluctantly walked up, " Yuan Feng! Call Xia Menglian, is it that urgent?"

  Jiang Yuanfurrowed his brow, "Yuanyuan, accompanying you to check on work isn't something that can be rushed. If you can't even wait for a moment, then go ahead and attend to your own matters first, I'll come find you after I finish my call."

  Jiang Yuan's gentle and elegant demeanor could be quite stubborn once he made up his mind, leaving Yuan Ying helpless. All she could do was stomp her foot, turn around, but not leave.

  The phone was connected, and Jiang Yuanfeng heard that Mian's voice was a bit hoarse. "Xiao Chuan, I heard about Chen Xiang's case. Are you okay? Is it convenient for me to go over to the dormitory of 'Hong Mian'? Xiao Chuan, I want to see you."

  Misty cicada had just cried, her throat was choked, "Far wind I'm fine, don't worry. I'm busy with something important now, can you give me two more days? After I finish, I'll explain to you, okay?"

  It involved ghosts, and Mo Ze didn't dare let Jiang Yuan Feng know.

  A lover's heart is the most sensitive, although Mo Xie didn't make a sound on the other end of the phone, Jiang Yuanfeng still felt a stir in his heart and suddenly asked, "Xiao Cui, who are you with right now?"

  Mo Yan was taken aback and stuttered, "I, I'm with Hu Mengdie."

  Jiang Yuan closed his eyes - just at the corner of the intersection, Hu Mengdie was surrounded by a large group of reporters asking about the Jing'an Villa.

  The Yuan family has a wide network, and Yuan Ying somehow found out that Hu Mengdie would also be coming to Business Street today for filming, so she made an appointment with a large number of media reporters in advance - sure enough, they were blocked by the reporters. At this time, no matter what Hu Mengdie said, it could help pull the topic of Jing'an Villa from the side. Yuan Ying was naturally delighted to see this happen.

  Jiang Yuanheng took a deep breath, "Xiao Chan, you're lying."

  "Yuan Feng..." Meng Chuan was startled and hastily explained, "Yuan Feng listen to me..."

  Jiang Yuan closed his eyes tightly, "Xiao Chan, I don't think it's necessary to listen to your explanation. If anyone should make an explanation, I'd rather hear from that boy beside you."

  Mò zhān was shocked and her hands and feet turned cold, "Yuǎn fēng, have you seen him before?"

  "Yes." Jiang Yuanfeng revealed everything, "That day you went to the hospital for a check-up, I was there too. I saw him accompanying you and being intimate with you. At that time, I chose to leave because I wanted to believe in you, I wanted to believe that maybe that boy was just your ordinary friend, coincidentally together - I left not because I was afraid, but because I didn't want to make you embarrassed."

  "But now, I want to formally meet him and hear what he has to say." Jiang Yuanfeng took a deep breath. "Xiaochan, you're not allowed to refuse. This is my right as your boyfriend. I have the right to defend our love, do you understand?"