MTL - Pampered Consort of the Fragrant Orchard-v3 Chapter 27 Old monk with greed

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At the beginning of September, today is not only the Chongyang Ascend Festival, but also the birthday of the Nine Emperor.

Du Xiaoli and Meng Jiangzhuo agreed that Chen Shizhong, when the result just entered Chen, Meng Jiangzhuo took the person to the entrance of Cuiyu Pavilion.

Fortunately, Du Xiaoli has already packed up. When she saw Meng Jiang Zhuo Lai, she quickly said goodbye to Han Mingqi and then went to Meng Jiangzhuo’s car.

In the cold, I drove in a carriage, and Xia Wei and Yan Ge Qiaozhu went to their own car.

Today, the second is their guard and driver.

The carriage slowly left, Du Xiaoli saw the dumplings still sleeping on the couch and whispered, "How come you came so early?"

"Today is the birthday of the Emperor of the Nine Emperors. Many people will go to the temples outside the city to celebrate their birthdays, so they will be more crowded. It is better to go out early in the city." Meng Jiangzhuo explained.

"Do you call him to dress up so early, he doesn't cry?" Du Xiaoli saw the scorpion inflection of the small hand shank, and the typical M and W shape, asked.

"Why didn't you cry." Meng Jiangzhuo said helplessly, "I cried there early in the morning, yelling at him to sleep, and wanting to teach him. He took two slaps, and he not only was not afraid, but he was still with him. I cried even harder. It was not easy to fall asleep before going out. You didn't see him in the morning with his big eyes and small eyes, and he had to suffer later."

"That's not bad!" Du Xiaoli said, "That is the fun between him and him."

"You know it." Meng Jiangzhuo said with a smile.

"Of course." Du Xiaoli smiled. He heard some noise from the outside. He opened the corner of the curtain and looked out. He saw many people walking in the direction outside the city.

"A lot of people." She put the curtain down and sighed.

"Yeah, who made today the birthday of the Emperor of the Nine Emperors." Meng Jiangzhuo said, "I heard that the people go to the gates of the city every year, and they leave the city when they open the gate. We are still It’s late, I don’t know if it’s going to be blocked today.”

Practice has proved that even if they come out earlier, there are people with big waves earlier than them.

Because there were too many people on the road, their carriages stopped and stopped. It was only a time away from the hour. They didn’t arrive until noon.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the Guanghan Temple. Meng Jiangzhuo opened the door and saw the people stranded at the foot of the mountain. There were people on the mountain road going down the mountain. He said, "Now there are so many people, so let me go to Qingfeng Mountain with me first, etc. Come back here tomorrow and pray for blessings."

Du Xiaoli did not expect that there were so many people. This battle has been able to catch up with the past National Day holiday.

When she heard Meng Jiangzhuo’s suggestion, she nodded and said, “Okay.”

Anyway, she is not coming to worship Buddha. It is the same today to go up tomorrow.

"Go to Wang Hao's carriage and say, we go directly to the Qingfeng Mountain." The guards outside the Mengjiang Zhuo Chao commanded it, and then closed the door.

The team continued to move forward. As soon as the scene of the Guanghan Temple was over, the scene of the crowd was suddenly gone, and it was suddenly cleared, although the road here and the Guanghan Temple were a road.

The carriage has been coming to the foot of the Qingfeng Mountain. Du Xiaoli came down from the car and saw that there were only a few carriages of Liao Liao at the foot of the mountain. It seemed to be a few family members. However, although the carriage is small, it is not affordable for the average person.

Meng Jiangzhuo looked at the carriages and said: "Those are the richest people in the city."

"Only rich people can come here?" Du Xiaoli said.

"Yes." Meng Jiangzhuo hugged the group and said: "The main reason is that the sesame oil here is too expensive, and the believers are not allowed to bring sesame oil to them. The ordinary people will not come for a long time."

"How much is this expensive?" Du Xiaoli asked curiously.

"I heard my mother-in-law say that in the weekdays, a fragrant incense, a silver or two, like this Buddha's birthday or something, doubled." Meng Jiangzhuo said.

"Why are there such a temple?" Du Xiaoli is puzzled.

"Because it is very effective. Whether it is a wish or a sign, it is very accurate, so there are still some rich people will come." Meng Jiangzhuo said.

"The temples that are so profitable are also effective?"

"Yeah, I heard that the host of the abbot here is not a drop, but what he said is very accurate." Meng Jiangzhuo said, "At the time of the last imperial examination, a student came here to seek help, and the host said What to ask, give fifty-two sesame oil money, do not ask the Buddha will also bless him. The student donated fifty-two sesame oil money, did not expect it really."

Du Xiaoli’s mind appeared in a sinister, fat head and a big ear, wearing a slap in the hand, holding a bead in one hand, and a bald head with a toothpick in his mouth. He said to the pilgrim who came and went, "Come here, donate the sesame oil." Keep you safe. Peaceful sign, the peace of the peace, first come first served..."

She couldn't help but shudder and removed the image of the wretched abbot from her mind.

"Little lady, slaves come to hold the young master. The milkmaid came forward.

Meng Jiangzhuo handed the group to the nurse, perhaps because of the sake of breastfeeding, the dumplings did not cry in the arms of the mother.

"Xiao Li, let's go up."

"it is good."

Du Xiaoli is a martial artist. It doesn't feel like climbing this mountain. However, Meng Jiangzhuo were a little tired. When they came to the middle of the mountain, they saw a pavilion on the side and took a rest in the pavilion.

"You see, Xiaoli, the temple on the opposite side of the cliff is the Guanghan Temple." Meng Jiangzhuo pointed to the temple over there.

Du Xiaoli looked at the past, even if he was so far away, he could see the pilgrims rubbing his shoulders on the mountain road. At the top of the mountain, there is an old building where they can see the front of the temple.

Here, apart from their wave of people, there are almost no pedestrians on the mountain road.

"It’s really lively." Du Xiaoli seems to have been infected by the lively atmosphere there, smiling.

In fact, life is alive, and faith is also a kind of sustenance. People can pray to the gods, they can seek blessings from them, and to a certain extent they have spiritual sustenance. They will have fewer requirements for other aspects.

As in ancient times, most of the emperors developed Buddhism and used Buddhism to rule the people. In the war, the development of Buddhism was even more prosperous, and it was also because the war brought too much pain to the people. Everyone should find a spiritual sustenance for themselves.

Du Xiaoli, they rested for a while on the mountainside, and then climbed to the top of the mountain.

"The temple of good style..." Du Xiaoli looked at some of the magnificent temples built on the mountain, looking at the opposite dilapidated temples. The way of thinking here is not like a heart to the Buddha!

"Does the donor be a little lady?" A little shaman came to the door and asked with both hands together.

"Yes, little master." Meng Jiangzhuo also put his hands together to return to the small Shami.

"Mrs. Water is chanting with the masters in the temple, and told me to take you to the wing. Please ask me if you have less lady." Xiao Shami said that they took them to the gate, but the square, from the side door, entered another yard. .

Before entering the side door, Du Xiaoli saw a figure flashing from the side of the wing. The speed was too fast. She didn't see who it was, but she felt vaguely familiar.

"Mr. Shao, this is the room where Mrs. Water has been temporarily staying for a few days." Xiao Shami took them to a small yard and said, "This is the west wing, the place where the son-in-law lives, and the other side is the east wing. It is the place where male pilgrims live. If nothing happens, I will retire first."

"Little master, don't know how long it will take for my mother-in-law to end?"

"Because today is the birthday of the Emperor of the Nine Emperors, today's chanting will last until the end of the afternoon. There will be a little while, the young lady can take a break and prepare for dinner in a while." Xiao Shami said.

"I know, thank you Master."

"Then I quit."

Xiao Shami left, Du Xiaoli saw the head on his head when he bent down. He wondered if they were so cold in the winter that they would not wear a hat.

"Xiao Li, then we will choose the house to rest for a while, and my mother-in-law will return soon." Meng Jiangzhuo said.

"Ok."

They asked which houses in the Xixiangfang were empty, and then they chose a room. The milkmaid was next to Mengjiangzhuo, and the house of Xia and Yangge was next to Du Xiaoli.

As for those men, they were taken to the east wing.

Xia Wei, they simply cleaned the room for Du Xiaoli. Du Xiaoli came to Mengjiangzhuozi and saw that the milkmaid was feeding the dumplings.

The group had a rattle in his hand, waving a small hand while eating milk, and making a squeaking sound from the rattle, letting him let go of it from time to time.

After cleaning up for a while in the wing, Mrs. Shui and Miss Shui came back. I heard that my grandson had come, and I came to Meng Jiangzhuo’s room.

"Hey, did the group want to be a grandmother?" Mrs. Water was very fond of the group. When she came in, she came over and took the group.

Meng Jiangzhuo said that when the dumplings are full, it is best to bring them. Anyone can hold him. Mrs. Water looked at his mouth and had milk. He knew that he had just eaten milk, and he let him kneel on his shoulder and handed him a back with his palm.

Meng Jiangzhuo stood up and looked at Du Xiaoli and said: "Mother, Xiaogu, this is Ding Wang."

Mrs. Water and Shui Ye Ting quickly followed the shackles that followed them and said, "I have seen Ding Wang."

"Mrs. Water holds the child, this is free." Du Xiaoli raised his hand and prevented Mrs. Water from kneeling.

"Xie Wangxi." Mrs. Water picked up her body.

"Ding Wang Hao, we admire you for a long time, I did not expect to see you today, it is very good!" Shui Ye Ting is just a 13-year-old girl, see Du Xiaoli, eyes shining with the light of worship.

"Well?" Du Xiaoli looked at Meng Jiangzhuo with some puzzles.

"She, listen to me about the things in the capital, know that I have a good relationship with you before I got married, and I am always pestering me about your business." Meng Jiangzhuo said with a smile, "Hearing your great achievements, she is against you." Worship is indispensable! The last flood in Jiangbei, because you prevent it in advance, there is no casualty. She heard it from the hustle and bustle, and I admire the five bodies that I admire. I often say that it would be nice to see you. ”

"Zizi!" was dismantled by his own feelings, and Shui Yeting looked at Meng Jiangzhuo with some shame.

Amount, is this the so-called fan of past lives?

Du Xiaoli smiled and said: "I also heard from her in Jiang Zhuo's letter that she has a cute little son who is alive and kicking."

"Really? Does Wang Hao know me?" Shui Yeting said excitedly.

"Yes!" Du Xiaoli nodded very seriously.

"The donor, the vegetarian meal is ready, and the donors can move to the food court." A seven or eight-year-old little monk appeared at the door of the wing and prayed to the people in the room.

"Wang Hao, since the vegetarian meal, we will go to the Zhai Shige." said Mrs. Water.

"Ok."

"Wang, please."

The vegetarian meal of Qingfeng Temple is exactly the same as that of Meng Jiangzhuo. The taste is really good. Some ordinary vegetarian dishes have been cooked in different styles here. They are delicious and some even make the taste of meat dishes. If it wasn’t for Mrs. Water’s affirmation that there was no meat inside, Du Xiaoli thought that it was a leek.

After lunch, the group was heading for Meng Jiangzhuo. In this case, the agreement to go to the mountains together was cancelled.

"If Wang Hao wants to see the scenery here, he has to go to Houshan. The scenery there is more beautiful." Mrs. Water suggested.

"I know, thank you Mrs." Du Xiaoli said with Xia Yu, in addition to the wing room, came to the front of the Buddha Hall.

At this time, people who came to worship Buddha have left or rested in the wing. When the two came to the temple, only two monks were worshipping Buddha.

"Xia Wei, are you trusted?" Du Xiaoli looked at the two people who bowed in front of the Buddha and stood in the yard and asked Xia.

"I believe in the master, believe in myself." Xia Wei replied.

"Is it? I thought you all believed in Buddhism." Du Xiaoli said with some surprise.

"The master, before we got to the main son, we also had a lot of blood on our hands. If it is a Buddha, then I don't believe that I will go to the 18th floor after death?" Xia said. "Does the Lord believe in Buddha?"

"Trust, do not believe." Du Xiaoli said.

She didn't believe it before, and she doesn't believe it now. She believes in science, but her things in this world are not clear that science can explain.

"But since we have come here, let's go bye." Du Xiaoli said that he came to the place where the incense and the candle were placed. A simple table with a donation box, next to the wax, and then came over. A piece of paper with a note of fragrant two silver and a pair of wax and three silver.

No one is guarding here. It is estimated that no one will be thinking about it here.

Du Xiaoli let Xia Xi put a silver in the inside, took a few pillars of incense, and gave Xia Yu a two-column incense. He took two pillars of incense, then he came to the hall and went to the statue of the Nine Emperor. A fragrant incense, and then came to the statue like the Jade Emperor Buddha statue, it is pious worship.

"Door, take a sign?"

Just as Du Xiaoli came out of the temple, a voice came from behind the desk at the door.

When they entered, there were no people here. When did the old monk appear here?

Du Xiaoli looked at the sign on the table and said, asking for a sign of five or two silver, and seeing the old monk looking at them like a fat sheep, saying: "We don't ask for a sign."

"Why? People who come here will ask for a fortune for themselves, count the future, count the money, count the marriage, and count the evil. Why don't the donor ask for a sign for himself or his family?" the old monk persuaded.

"Is destiny in my own hands, or in the hands of God?" Du Xiaoli asked.

"Here, nature is in the hands of the gods." The old monk said.

"But I always believe that fate is in my own hands." Du Xiaoli said.

"But there are some things, you can't control it. Isn't it? So if you ask for a sign, you should be entertaining." The old monk said that he also blinked at Du Xiaoli.

"Well, if I want to sign, can this silver be saved?" Du Xiaoli suddenly came to mind and wanted to play with the old monk.

When she looked at the old monk, she suspected that he was the host abbot here, but looking at the embarrassment on him, like the monk seen in the Zhai Shige, did not look like a host.

"Not impossible." The old monk waved his hand and said, "This silver is used to express your sincerity to the Buddha. If you are not sincere, how can you ask for the one that belongs to you?"

"But it is not what I want to ask, so sincerity is naturally insufficient." Du Xiaoli said, "Since sincerity is not enough, you can't ask for a real sign, then I still don't ask for it."

"Scared?" The old monk did not seem to think that Du Xiaoli would say this. He stumbled for a moment, and finally he said with a distressed heart: "If you are not, you will symbolize it."

Shami, who tidyed up the incense burner in the yard, heard their words and laughed out at once, igniting the old monk with a blank eye.

Du Xiaoli felt that the old monk's painful expression was very fun, saying: "Xia Wei, give one or two silver."

"The master, we don't have one or two silver, the least is the twelve." Xia Wei said to take out a piece of silver handed Du Xiaoli.

Du Xiaoli took some silver and said something difficult: "Master, we don't have one or two silver, can we find it here?"

The old monk suddenly took the silver from Du Xiaoli’s hand and put the wooden barrel he was asking for on the table. He said, “How can I find a supplement in the temple? It will be blessed. Donate, shake it.”

Du Xiaoli picked up the wooden tube with a funny smile. The wooden barrel was quite large. There were hundreds of signs in it. She shook hands with her wooden barrel. At first, two signs seemed to come out, and the result was shaken back. She shook for a while, and a sign fell out of the bucket and landed on the table.

The old monk looked at the number on the bamboo stick, and the surprised expression flashed past. Although it was very fast, he did not escape the eyes of Du Xiaoli.