Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 324 Mural

Sensing the other party's approach, Jiang Shangxian stood up quickly, quickly pulling Yingzi back several steps before saying with a simple smile, "It's nothing, my lady, don't worry about it."

Punching people in the flesh is not her style. She has to keep a safe distance and shoot more arrows in case something happens.

"This, young lady, this..."

She seemed to have been hurt by the action of taking a few steps back, and she clutched her chest, leaning weakly into the arms of the maid named Juhong. "Why are you like this, young lady? Am I, ahem, really that scary?"

Only then did Jiang Shangxian truly see her appearance. She was indeed a beauty, but also a sickly beauty, thin and frail...

Well, this makeup... is a bit difficult to comment on.

Perhaps to cover up her sickly appearance, she applied too much powder on her face, which made her look older.

As expected, the ceiling of sick beauties is still Lin Daiyu!

Facing those beautiful eyes that sparkled and seemed to be extremely hurt, Jiang Shangxian slightly hunched his biceps and said with a hint of shame, "Just now, I heard you coughing while talking. It seems you have caught a cold. We met by chance, so we must have no bad intentions. But I have always been very weak. I will get a fever at the slightest thing. If I get hot or cold, I will catch a cold. I am also afraid of the bitter medicine. It is better to stay away from you. Please don't mind me, my lady."

The person opposite was stunned. She didn't expect that the woman in front of her, who was running with a "thump thump" sound just now, with a rosy face and even breathing, would come up with such a ridiculous reason. She tightened her fingers holding the handkerchief, turned her face to the side, and couldn't catch her breath. She coughed even more violently.

Juhong was so frightened that she couldn't stop patting her on the back: "My dear, my dear, are you feeling better? Let's go see a doctor! Don't bother with this blind man!"

Jiang Shangxian, blind and dragging Yingzi back three steps, fearing that he would be infected by the virus and break his record of zero illness since crossing over. "My lady, I have something important to attend to at home. Please do as you please."

Having said that, without waiting for the person opposite to answer, he turned around and ran away, pulling Yingzi.

Seeing this, Juhong's nostrils flared with anger: "My lady, I just said that these two peasant girls have no manners. They run so fast and dare to say they are weak!"

Her response was an earth-shattering, "Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Only when the coughing gradually faded did Jiang Shangxian stop, pat his chest, and exhale: "That was a close call."

Yingzi gasped for breath. Her legs were short, and even after Jiang Shangxian pulled her along, she could only barely keep up. "Auntie, why are we running?"

She raised the half-eaten bun in her hand and said with regret, "I haven't finished feeding you yet."

I don’t know when I will be able to see so many turtles again.

Xiao Jiang turned his head and looked, and when he saw no one was following him, he felt relieved. "Didn't you hear her coughing? What if she caught us? What if we got sick too and passed it on to our family back home? I still have to go to Cui's house to tell stories... oh no, to study. What if I pass it on to my wife and aunt?"

The series of what to do was too difficult for Yingzi to answer, but this statement made sense. The ignorant little girl nodded immediately, her eyes full of admiration: "Auntie, you are really smart."

"That's not."

Xiao Jiang proudly puffed out his chest, which had gradually improved from an A to an A+, and walked out: "It's a waste of money to see a doctor and take medicine, but people still have to suffer. We met by chance, and we can't let this happen to us."

"Yes, I've got it!" Yingzi nodded heavily, preparing to write this down in her maid's notes when she returned.

She has always been very serious about being Jiang Shangxian's personal maid.

If it were the old Jiang Shangxian, he might still be in the mood to chat with the sick beauty about makeup techniques, but things are different now, she has grown up!

One must be sensitive and suspicious of strangers of unknown origin, for fear that one's habitual thinking from previous lives will cause trouble for oneself.

Wu Sanniang is the best example!

In her previous life, she was easily attracted to beautiful women. She liked to look at people's faces and always felt that beautiful people would not have bad hearts.

But that’s no longer possible nowadays, because most beautiful women are too ambitious!

Main Hall of Jingxing Temple

Cui Bianxu and Wang Mingqian had both put their swords back into their sheaths. Everyone gathered in front of a mural on the left side of the hall. The painting level of this mural could only be described as average, very average.

Although Xiao Cui's academic performance is average, he has a wide range of knowledge and has seen many good paintings thanks to his family background. The level of this mural can only show that the economic level of Xingjing Temple was indeed quite limited when the temple was first built.

It is obvious at first glance that it was created by an ordinary painter. The entire mural is very ordinary, and the gods, Buddhas, and evil spirits on it are all formless.

To put it simply - just make do with it.

"My two superiors, this is it."

Although King Cui and his companions split into two groups as soon as they entered the hall, and searched the entire hall from both sides with knives to make sure that there was no one there, the two monks could not help but tremble when they got close to the murals.

"There are indeed traces of blood." Wang Mingqian, eager to impress Cui Bianxu, was very active and took the lead in moving closer to the spot where their fingers were pointing to examine it carefully. "It really is a she-devil."

Cui Bianxu walked over and stared at her for a moment with narrowed eyes: "Happy Mother?"

"Amitabha, I didn't expect Cui Shaoqing to also study Buddhism."

Huai Zhen stood behind them, flattering them at first, then explaining, "Joyful Mother, in Sanskrit she is called Hariti Mother. After being introduced to China, she is generally called Joyful Mother or Ghost Mother. She is one of the twenty-four guardian deities. After being taught, she is responsible for protecting children."

Wang Mingqian recalled what Kong Neng had just said and couldn't help but say, "But judging from this painting, she is indeed beautiful."

This made Xiao Cui look sideways: "What's so beautiful about it? It's so dirty, like the yellow skin of a stolen chicken."

Realizing that he had been caught in a trap for a casual remark, Wang Mingqian, who was afraid that his words would be brought up when he proposed marriage, immediately pretended not to have heard, pursed his lips, and stared at the mural with an attentive look.

Fortunately, Cui Yi was just provoking him out of habit, and now was not the time for an argument, so he didn't hold on to him.

"What about this one?" Cui Bianxu turned his gaze away coldly, raised his hand and pointed at the empty space below and to the left of Happy Mother: "Is this Yaksha?"

"Indeed, this is a Yaksha, and the child on its back is Prilyunga, the son of the Joyful Mother."

To the lower left of the Joyful Mother is a small, ugly, eagle-like ghost with a pointed chin and monkey-like features, carrying a child on its shoulders. The child, white and chubby, rests one hand on the ghost's head while the other reaches out to the Joyful Mother, who is lowering her head to caress him.

There were traces of dried blood at the corners of the mouths of Joyful Mother and the Yaksha Ghost, but the child's body was clean.