Chapter 11306
Her older daughter Luo Baobao, the marriage lottery is so good that it bursts!
It is said that it is a good fortune to create a new world, and it is also said to be auspicious and good times. Are you telling everyone not to be anxious? When the time comes, the marriage will naturally start?
“Sister, this sign is so good. You don’t even need to ask an old monk to explain it. I understand it all!” He Lianer’s eyes were bright as she said, “Especially the last sentence, how come it mentions the emperor? "
Xiaohua is also thinking about this sentence, "What does the emperor declare? Is it an imperial edict?"
"Issuing an imperial edict? Is it possible that our baby will be married by the emperor?"
"Marry into the royal family?"
"I'm afraid that won't work. My brother-in-law will definitely not agree, and he wants to keep his daughter. By my side, I will marry a well-matched family in the future and live a comfortable life..."
The two younger sisters-in-law were thinking about each other beside them, and Yang Ruoqing was also a little confused.
When I was drawing lots earlier, what I was thinking about was asking my daughter and Zuo Jinling whether the matter for the two children would work out.
As a result, Bodhisattva gave me such a lucky draw.
This is the outcome of the Bodhisattva hinting to me about these two children.
So, even if the marriage is proposed, it is not necessarily to other people, but most likely to Zuo Jinling.
If Zuo Jinling’s marriage can be bothered by the Supreme Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, it means that Zuo Jinling’s future achievements will be very high!
In addition, Yang Ruoqing also had a bold guess in her mind.
This emperor announced that the emperor could be Zuo Jinling or someone else.
Youdao means that the emperor changes every year. Come to my house this year, right?
However, the emperor Qi Xingyun is only thirty-six or seventy-seven years old now, about the same age as Luo Fengtang.
Zuo Jinling is only thirteen years old, and even if he plans to get married, he will have to wait until four or five years.
Four or five years later, Qi Xingyun was still in his early forties, in his prime, and unlikely to burp.
Then this emperor...
Forget it, the signature is just for reference, it's fun, you can't create a lot of imagination just because of a signature, it's not necessary.
“This female donor, congratulations on drawing the lucky lot from our temple!”
“I think the owner of the sign must be a leader among people!”
< br>The old monk who was sitting behind the table to help people interpret the signatures came to Yang Ruoqing and the others at some unknown time.
If it weren't for broad daylight at this time, with the sun shining high in the sky, and pilgrims coming and going in the temple, otherwise, if it were at night or in a sparsely populated place, I would see the old monk's exaggeratedly aged face, full of emotions. Not to mention the folds, the droopy upper eyelids are like a curtain that almost covers the entire eye.
“I’m afraid!”
Adults can still hide their fear, but children are the most direct.
No, when Fuwa saw this old monk coming, she was so frightened that she hid behind Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing put one hand behind her back and gently stroked the Fuwa's little head to reassure her. At the same time, she took a deep breath and said to the old monk: "Thank you, the eminent monk, for your praise. The owner of the signature is my little daughter." , just an ordinary girl.”
The old monk slowly shook his head, "The donor is too modest." "If the donor is willing, can you show me your daughter's birth date? The poor monk is willing to do the fortune telling for her for free?"
The eminent monk of Yingjiang Temple wants to do it for free. Fortune telling for children? If this kind of good thing happened to another pilgrim, the wool would be settled today!
No, Mrs. Sun and Mr. He all looked moved.
He Lian'er's face was also full of shock, followed by surprise. After all, everyone who lives in Qing'an County knows that Yingjiang Temple is very popular, and the wealthy families in the area invite people to do rituals and other things. A monk from Yingjiang Temple.
As for monks... let’s call it a ‘business’, which is similar to that of a doctor.
In the eyes of outsiders, the authority, strength, experience, and conduct of monks, Taoist priests, and doctors are all directly proportional to their age.
A young novice monk and an old monk went to perform rituals, tell fortunes, etc. at the same time. The old monk was the first choice!
The same goes for pharmacists and old doctors!
The old Taoist priests are called immortals and Taoist bones, and the young Taoist priests are like oxen and horses...
"Sister..."
Yang Ruoqing noticed someone tugging at her sleeve gently.
He turned his head slightly and saw Xiaohua. Xiaohua’s expression was different from that of Sun’s and He’s. Xiaohua’s face was cautious. When Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked over, she glanced at her imperceptibly. Yang Ruoqing shook her head.
Yang Ruoqing understood.
She withdrew her gaze, folded her hands and bowed gently to the old monk in front of her, and said, "Thank you, the eminent monk, for your love. Forget about fortune telling. I am a careless mother, and I don't remember my child's birthday clearly."
The old monk did not force it, but said with some regret and regret: "In a sense, good fortune is accompanied by great misfortune. If someone can enlighten and crack it, maybe there will be a near miss and endless blessings in the future."
"It's a pity that the benefactor forgot my concubine's birthday, so the poor monk could only say it was a coincidence!"
Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly, "Since the lucky lotus is the love sent by the Bodhisattva, I should also express it. ”
She took out one and five taels of snowflake silver from her cuffs and gave it to the old man. In front of the monk: "This is the sesame oil money, let's show respect!"
"Amitabha, how good it is!"
The old monk recited a slogan and called a young monk next to him to put it on the table. The merit box was delivered to Duan, and Yang Ruoqing stuffed the ingot of silver into the merit box.
The silver dropped to the bottom of the box and made a very weighty sound.
The little monk's arms holding the merit box stiffened, his eyelids twitched, and he secretly raised his head to take a good look at Yang Ruoqing.
Although the old monk remained calm, he was also shocked by Yang Ruoqing's move.
Yingjiang Temple is located in Qing'an County. It is the most popular temple in Qing'an County. Monks such as the old monk have received certificates from the government. Even among the officials, wealthy and gentry families in Qing'an County, You have to call them eminent monks politely...
On weekdays, wealthy people come to the temple to burn incense and pay for incense oil and so on, although there are also some who are generous.
There are even squires who help temples renovate their halls, spending hundreds of taels of silver. However, the money donated by generous pilgrims must go through a formal process. Not only must it be recorded in the temple's account books, but some even have to be collected. Engraved into the merit monument of the temple!
The pilgrims who donate sesame oil money to the merit box in the main hall are basically retail investors with small arms.
The temple’s merit box is cleaned once every five days during the off-season, and collected once a day during the peak season.
But no matter it is the peak season or the off-season, more than 80% of the sesame oil money in this merit box is made of clanking copper plates. Occasionally, one or two broken pieces of silver can appear, which is very good!
However, the female donor in front of her who waved away a piece of snowflake silver at the slightest disagreement was actually the pilgrim who put a huge sum of money into the merit box!