The young monk quickly took out the post that the old monk had given him earlier.
Yang Ruoqing took it and wrote a few words on the post: Wang Chen.
"Wangchen?"
Yang Ruoqing murmured, this name is not very good, it is not as interesting as the name of the monk in the movie God of Cookery.
What dust did you forget?
I was sitting there helping pilgrims clear out their bills. When I saw that a certain pilgrim was lucky, I quickly left the other pilgrims behind and ran out to chase them and strike up a conversation with the purpose of extorting a sum of money for sesame oil.
Seeing the generosity of the pilgrims, they began to send young monks over to show their goodwill, including tea and fasting meals.
What do you want to do? Are fattened sheep raised in pastures? Are we the ones who need your sip of tea and food?
“Zen Master Wangchen is the first great mage in Yingjiang Temple after the abbot!”
“Zen Master Wangchen is versed in Sutras, Laws and Dharma, and he is also compassionate. I have learned from him before. When I came over from the main hall, I saw him teaching and explaining things to the pilgrims who were seeking fortune-telling..."
"Which noble family is this woman from? How lucky to have the pity of Zen Master Wangchen!"
"..."
Amidst the envious looks and whispers around her, Yang Ruoqing also roughly understood that the money-grubbing and snobbish old monk Wangchen not only had a high status in the temple, second only to the abbot, but also that Wangchen himself had a high reputation among pilgrims. Yes!
“Thank you for the invitation, Master Wangchen,” Yang Ruoqing said, “It just so happens that our family is traveling today, and there are a large group of people wandering outside.”
“Let’s just drink tea and eat fast. Come and see me some other time when I have time.”
reject?
This woman actually refused Master Wangchen’s invitation? Oh my gosh, no!
Would you please give us this opportunity?
If Yang Ruoqing could read minds, she would definitely hear a group of people nearby shouting in their hearts at this moment.
However, luckily she can't read minds and can't hear those voices, because if she heard them, it would only make her feel ridiculous. These stupid people really put their happiness and so on. On the advice of an old monk?
Even a Bodhisattva cannot really save suffering, let alone these spokesmen of gods and Buddhas who wear false clothes?
Rely on yourself!
When the young monk saw that he had released the title of master, he threw an olive branch in front of Yang Ruoqing, but Yang Ruoqing remained unmoved.
He had no choice. He couldn't persuade her with earnest words, otherwise it would be regarded as entanglement.
Because of that, the young monk had no choice but to recite the Buddha's name again, and then left pretending to be indifferent and open-minded.
But the corners of his mouth that were suppressed and the hint of haze that passed through his eyes could not escape Yang Ruoqing's eyes.
There is something wrong with these two masters and disciples!
She was confused in her heart, but her face was calm and calm. She continued to accompany Fuwa to release the last wave of turtles, and then she and Xiaohua took Fuwa away from Yingjiang Temple.
"Sister, Master Wangchen and his disciples give me a strange feeling."
After walking out of the temple door, Xiaohua finally couldn't help but turned her head and looked behind her Temple, whispered to Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing hugged the Fuwa and said without looking back: "To put it bluntly, when she saw the incense money we donated and the things we released, she thought we were fat sheep, so she wanted to make friends."
As for this friendship, Whether it was to maintain a good relationship with pilgrims and to continuously obtain long-term fragrant oil money for the temple, or if she had other ideas to destroy the three views, Yang Ruoqing did not know.
Because her three views have always been there and have not collapsed. Only those whose three views have been destroyed can infer similar thoughts. Although Yang Ruoqing is a bit more aggressive and sometimes very domineering, her three views are positive, so she can't guess, but she can feel it. It felt uncomfortable, so the best way was to quickly take Xiaohua and Fuwa away from Yingjiang Temple after the release.
It should be safe if they leave here, because they probably only come to this temple once or twice in their lives.
"Hey, where did Mom and Aunt He go?" On the street in front of the temple, although it was almost noon, there was still a steady flow of people, cars and horses.
Pilgrims usually come to the temple to offer incense in the morning and early morning. Basically, after lunch, they will not come to the temple to offer incense or fulfill their vows.
Because of this, at noon, the pilgrims began to leave one after another, so the various shops, restaurants and teahouses on the street in front of the temple became increasingly crowded with customers. Many people would choose to go there. Have lunch here and then go home.
Xiaohua looked around and saw no one like Sun among the crowds of people on the street.
Yang Ruoqing was also looking, but didn’t see it.
"Sister, how about we go east and west to find them?" Xiaohua suggested again.
Yang Ruoqing did not agree with this, "Let's not separate. Let's go to the east end first. If we can't find it, we can go back to the west street."
If you still can't find it in the end, don't worry. She just contacted Luo Fengtang, who was resting and drinking tea somewhere nearby, and asked them to come over and look for him together.
Furthermore, Yang Ruoqing guessed that Sun and her troops must be playing somewhere with the children. The children were so playful that the adults couldn't get away either.
Ping'an, Xingwang, Shaoyao, Lily of the Valley, and two servants from the He family are also there. With so many people, plus Feng'er, Sun, He, and He Lian'er, they are also big The troops are gone, there will be no danger in the clear sky and in broad daylight.
On the other hand, I and Xiaohua Fuwa cannot separate because they were harassed twice by the old monk Wangchen!
Yang Ruoqing held the Fuwa, and Xiaohua walked beside them. The two elders and the younger one went to East Street to look for them.
The shops on East Street are divided into two types, either places to eat, or shops selling items such as Bodhisattva pendants for burning incense and consecrating blessings.
Fuwa took a fancy to a bracelet strung with a red rope, with a few off-white beads tied to it.
The texture of the beads feels like jade but not jade, like stone but not stone, like wood but not wood.
There are mottled lines on it and it feels smooth and moist. Three pills are attached, each one is the size of a peanut and even exudes a faint fragrance.
Fuwa fell in love with it at first sight and shouted to buy it.
Xiaohua then stepped forward to ask about the price.
The shopkeeper had observed the three of them when they entered the store and knew that it was the pretty little girl who wanted them.
“Two hundred liters a string!”
“What? Two hundred liters?”
Xiaohua thought she had heard wrongly, and was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped to the ground!
This kind of gadget worn by children can open its mouth and read two hundred coins? Grab money!
Yang Ruoqing was happy when she heard the shopkeeper's quotation.
"Boss, if you want to steal money, just say so. Why do you need to give the customer a bracelet!"
The shopkeeper also heard Yang Ruoqing's cold humor and faced the customer's request. dissatisfaction and ridicule, palm The man in the cabinet was used to it and dealt with it calmly. He pulled off a bracelet, pointed at the white beads on it and said to Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua: "Look carefully, this is a relic, a treasure!" (End of Chapter)< br>