Chapter 169: I Want To Marry Jiang Ning
He Shang dodged to the side, glanced at his kicked calf that hurt, and looked at Xie Jingyan somewhat speechlessly: “Buddy, who exactly are you helping?”
Xie Jingyan stood beside Jiang Ning, his stance obvious: “What do you think?”
He Shang: “Fine, fine, fine, you guy who values romance over friendship, I’ll go, alright? Really, making me be the third wheel between those two? That’s too mean, isn’t it?”
He Shang grumbled in his mouth, but his body honestly walked toward Sui Tang’s side.
He walked to behind Sui Tang and josen with a sulky face.
Sui Tang sensed someone following behind her and instinctively turned her head, meeting He Shang’s not-so-friendly eyes. She guiltily shifted her gaze away.
“What did you follow for?”
He Shang sneered: “The road to heaven, you can walk it, can’t I?”
Sui Tang pouted: “Why is your temper so explosive? Who provoked you?”
He Shang huffed: “Explosive? It’s your illusion, right? Everyone who knows me says I have a good temper. We’ve known each other for so long, don’t you understand me yet?”
This was true. He Shang usually had a good temper and rarely got angry, but lately for some reason his temper was very volatile. Sui Tang pouted: “I know you, I just don’t quite understand what’s up with you lately.”
He Shang’s expression was lazy: “Figure it out yourself.”
“Ah?” Sui Tang widened her eyes.
Her attention was no longer on josen, but instead she started bickering with He Shang.
josen watched from the side. Seeing himself ignored, he wasn’t angry, but instead smiled warmly.
The group arrived at the destination.
There was a plaque on the vermilion main gate.
It had three words on it: Jingxin Temple.
It was the name of this ancient temple.
It was morning now, and there were quite a few people coming to the temple to seek talismans.
Most were white-haired elderly people, with a small portion being youths around Jiang Ning’s age, all there to seek peace talismans.
Shen Jinhe also rarely came to temples and felt somewhat novel for the moment.
She said to Jiang Ning: “I’ll go in first. How about we meet up at the entrance later? I promised my brother I’d bring him back a souvenir.”
Jiang Ning looked at the long red maple road.
The ancient poem line “Stopping the cart to sit and love the maple forest at dusk, frosted leaves redder than February flowers” was embodied here.
Jiang Ning watched Shen Jinhe walk away.
Turning her head, she saw that Xie Jingyan, who should have been beside her, was gone.
She puzzledly looked left and right.
Wei Jin came before her and curiously asked: “Jiang Ning, what are you looking at?”
“Where’s Xie Jingyan?” Jiang Ning asked.
Wei Jin was also puzzled: “No idea, he seemed to be there just now… Probably went to the maple forest.”
He pointed to the direction opposite from seeking the peace talisman.
There was a fiery red maple forest there, a place specially for pilgrims to enjoy.
Jiang Ning nodded in understanding: “Alright.”
Wei Jin smiled at Jiang Ning: “Shall we go in first?”
Jiang Ning had no objection.
Stepping through the gate, before them was a golden great Buddha, its gaze lovingly watching over all beings.
Jiang Ning clasped her hands together and bowed to it.
If gods truly existed in the world.
Then let the people around her all attain happiness.
Seeing Jiang Ning so devout, Wei Jin also bowed, then quietly asked: “Which way should I bow for it to be most effective?”
Jiang Ning didn’t even blink as she directly said: “Bow toward the north and south for the most effect.”
Wei Jin was full of question marks: “Why? Why opposite directions? Is there some saying for it?”
Jiang Ning smiled at him: “Because Wei Jin, north and south dynasties.”
Hearing this, Wei Jin was amused by Jiang Ning and quickly agreed: “Alright, I’ll follow your lead.”
He identified the south, then directly knelt on the ground to bow.
Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow: “Praying for what?”
Wei Jin: “Marriage.”
He switched to the north: “I want to marry Jiang Ning. Heavens, please grant it, give me an opportunity, okay?”
Updated one thousand words today. There’s a banquet at home, no time to write, wuwuwu.
