The look on the woman's face is a bit complicated.

"she……"

"Isn't really dirty?"

...

“It seems…”

The monk smiled at the girl's mother, "No."

"It is possible that she was scared by herself."

...

Frightened by yourself?

The woman was stunned.

What's the meaning?

...

"Sometimes people are scared by the fallen leaves in the breeze."

The monk's mouth bent slightly, "It's actually nothing."

"It's just that they need to come out of their fears."

"You can tell her more when she is scared..."

"Don't be afraid."

"The thing she fears doesn't exist."

"certainly."

"It might be a bit difficult to convince her at the beginning."

"But slowly..."

"She will believe it."

“Be more patient.”

"She will get out of her fear."

.....

The woman's lips trembled slightly.

But there was no sound.

I don’t know if I listened to the monk’s words.

...

The monk left the house with his servant.

...

The monk asked the servant to follow him to the inn.

Remember the location of the inn.

You can come to him quickly next time.

...

Watching the servant leave, the monk frowned slightly.

...

The monk stayed in the inn for a long time.

No servant came to find him.

He also goes out frequently.

Because other pilgrims heard that he had temporarily stayed in the inn, they came here to ask for his help.

...

Until one day, he was walking back to the inn and met a team to pick up his bride.

...

There are many people watching the fun on both sides of the road.

Crowded.

Shoulder after shoulder to shoulder.

The monk was struggling.

He was not in a hurry either.

Slowly follow the crowd forward.

...

The monk looked at the bright red in the middle of the road.

There was a lively sound of drums and drums in my ears.

A smile appeared in the monk's eyes.

...

The monk was stunned.

The team to pick up the bride has arrived at a household...

He is no stranger to someone else.

...

"Amitabha."

"Hello, donor."

The monk asked the people next to him.

"Which lady from this family got married?"

...

The man asked was slightly stunned.

Then he looked at his companion next to him.

"Which lady?"

"We don't know either."

They just watch the fun.

Besides, where can they know the ladies of wealthy families?

"like……"

The companion frowned and thought, "I seem to hear someone say..."

"yes-"

"Miss Seven."

An old man interrupted.

...

"uncle."

Everyone was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

Could it be nonsense?

...

"I have sent dry firewood to this family."

The old man waved his hand, looking like he believed he was right.

"I heard from the maids in the mansion talk about this."

“According to them…”

The old man lowered his voice.

Everyone leaned over.

...

"The one who got married today was Miss Six in the mansion..."
To be continued...