Dajin royal family

Chapter 115
"My husband also knows that my concubine has suffered from gas disease since I was a child, and I am weak and sick. For my concubine's health, my father set up this longevity tablet for my concubine in Dalin Temple to pray for longevity. Now that I am married and a woman, naturally Since the body is safe, this longevity tablet should not be placed here any longer."

Speaking of this eldest grandson Qingyi, she felt sad in her heart. She really wanted to give birth to a child for her husband, but because of her shortness of breath, her husband took pity on her body and never wanted to.While feeling sorry for my husband in my heart, I also secretly blamed myself for my unsatisfactory body.

Looking at the "Gongsun Shili" on the longevity tablet in his hand, he suddenly remembered that he had seen this tablet when he first came here, and he didn't think much about it at the time, he didn't expect to have such a fate.

"So that's how it is. It's fate. My aunt also set up a longevity tablet for me in the Buddhist hall of the palace. You and I are a match made in heaven." He teased with a smile.

Changsun Qingyi gave him an angry look, what a match made in heaven.

"By the way, that's why your nickname is Guanyin Maid?" He asked curiously.

She nodded slightly, and said: "At that time, after my father set up a long life tablet for my concubine, the old abbot here said that since I set up a place here to serve Guanyin, it is better to choose a flattering name, hoping that Guanyin can protect my concubine. "

Jiang Chengxiao nodded, "It seems to be effective. If so, let's add more incense today to thank Guanyin for his protection."

"Thank you, husband." She saluted happily.In fact, she wanted to give more incense, but after her husband came here, he didn't worship the Buddha and didn't ask the scriptures, so she thought that her husband didn't believe in this, so she didn't mention it.

The old abbot of Dalin Temple, whose name is Jian Neng, is over 60 years old this year. He attends meditation and recites Buddha every day, and has long since stopped asking about common affairs in the temple.The monk in the temple led the couple to the meditation room in the backyard, and only then did they meet Master Jianeng.

"Master, please see him, Prince Zhao." The monk bowed respectfully to the thin figure kneeling under the Buddha statue.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and Jianeng's old voice came, "Understood, you go down."

The little novice turned around to salute Jiang Chengxiao and his wife, and then slowly retreated.After Jia Neng turned around slowly, Jiang Chengxiao saw his appearance clearly, which was not at all different from ordinary people.

Jianeng got up slowly, gave Buddhist rituals to them, and then invited the two of them to the side room for tea.

"I'm bothering Master this time for no other reason than to thank Master for his kindness to his wife in person." Jiang Chengxiao said in a flat tone.

In fact, he himself doesn't believe much in Zen Buddhism, but his wife does, so staying with her can be regarded as fulfilling one of her wishes.

"Master, do you still remember what happened ten years ago?" Changsun Qingyi asked.

Jianeng uttered the Buddha's name, nodded lightly, and said, "Remember, but you don't have to take it to heart. Even if the old monk didn't remind you, your wife will be fine."

"Master is too modest." Changsun Qingyi said.

Jia Neng shook his head and said truthfully: "The monks don't tell lies, and what the old monk said is not false. If you believe it, you will have it or if you don't believe it, you will not. This is not something human can do."

Hearing this, Jiang Chengxiao became a little interested, and said with a smile: "Master, you are the abbot of a temple. If you say such things in front of us, isn't it afraid that the incense in Dalin Temple will decrease in the future?"

Jia Neng said freely: "This is determined by heaven, and it cannot be violated by manpower."

At this time, Changsun Qingyi suddenly whispered something beside him, and then shook him coquettishly.Jiang Chengxiao was helpless, sighed slightly, and asked Jianeng: "Maybe the master can calculate when our husband and wife will have children?"

The eldest Sun Qingyi blushed, lowered her head and twitched her fingers together, but pricked up her ears to listen carefully.I saw that Jia Neng didn't "pinch fingers", but just opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Chengxiao and his wife, and said slowly: "Don't say it, don't say it."

"Why?"

Jianeng remained silent for a while, and then said: "Both the son and the venerable wife have many sons, but the venerable lady is suffering from a serious disease, which is unpredictable."

Jiang Chengxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, "You mean that my wife will be in danger of giving birth?"

The eldest Sun Qingyi's pretty face was pale, and the first sentence of having many children made her happy without a breath, but the latter sentence drove her into reality.

Jianeng said: "The son and the venerable wife are actually aware of this matter, why should the old monk speak out."

Silence is the current meditation room, and Gianneng is right.He knows better than anyone else how serious Changsun Qingyi's qi disease is.Now there are no capsules that can delay the symptoms. Every time I get sick, I can only use the bad method of "warming and nourishing" to survive.

Although he told Changsun Qingyi a series of precautions, it was only to prevent the recurrence of Qi disease, and there was no way to completely solve the problem.As for qi disease, it will erupt when you are emotional, and it will also erupt when you catch a cold. Even if you accidentally eat something you shouldn't eat, it will recur.

"Master, there is a cure." Eldest Sun Qingyi said with tears in her beautiful eyes, "As long as I can give birth to a child for my husband, I can endure any hardship."

Gently holding her hand, Jiang Chengxiao said to Jianeng, "Just one sentence, you can do it."

He doesn't want to say anything now even if you don't have children, my heart for you will remain the same as before, which is completely useless.In this era, a woman is incomplete if she cannot give birth to a child, and if she cannot give birth to a child, it will kill her.

Jianeng said: "Miaoying Master Sun Shichang of Zhongnan Mountain may have a solution."

"Okay, if the disease is cured in the future, I will bear the incense burner of Dalin Temple."

At this time, he can only place his hope on such illusory things, and there is no other way.I hope. Spirit once.

Jiang Chengxiao helped the sad wife away, and Jianeng stood at the door of the Zen room, watching the couple quietly.A white-browed monk walked out behind him. He first proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then smiled wryly: "Junior Brother, you have harmed the ten ordinary Taoists. If we meet again in the future, we will inevitably have a verbal dispute."

Jia Neng said indifferently: "No, these two have survived the three disasters, and their fate is extremely precious. When we meet again, Sun Shichang will definitely miss the little monk."

The white-browed monk was thoughtful, then nodded, "That's true. The son of King Zhao gathered at the Tianmen and sneaked in the abyss. It is extremely expensive, and you are not harmful to the Taoist people. But if this is the case, I am afraid Shichang Daoists will be exhausted for a lifetime."

"Isn't that exactly what he wanted?"

"Madam, don't be sad. Master Jianeng pointed us to a way. As long as we can invite Master Miaoying, Madam will be fine." Jiang Chengxiao tried to comfort him as he walked.

Eldest Sun Qingyi choked and said, "It's all the concubine's failure to live up to expectations that makes my husband so troubled."

"Okay, okay, how can it be so serious, don't you know what your husband wants?"

The house slaves escorted the two of them and left all the way, and the pilgrims around them retreated automatically.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's what a man should be like. If he marries a lovely wife and takes care of him, I, Fan Hu, will do the same in the future." Several men in soap robes looked enviously at Jiang Chengxiao and his party who were going away.

"You don't want to be like this, a man should get his own merits. That little boy is a man who has been shadowed by his father's family. Hehe, if you really want to fight with real swords and guns, a certain person will beat ten little faces." Shan Zhen disdainfully said.

"Xiao Zhen, be careful what you say." Another white-clothed man said: "The guards around that man walk steadily and powerfully, and the horizontal knives around his waist are sharp military weapons. This man must be a good person. If he hears it, he will inevitably be in vain. There are twists and turns, we are here to help Brother Qin with his affairs, not to cause trouble. "

Shan Zhen curled his lips, and said: "Yes, yes, my second uncle asked you to control me. Is it okay for me to listen to you?"

The man in white frowned and sighed: "Xiaozhen, this is the imperial city and capital, not like our Shandong green forest, so be careful in your words and deeds."

Beside him, a man with a pale golden complexion and a height of eight feet smiled, "Okay, Boju, don't talk about Xiaozhen anymore. But we're new here, so we should be careful, we don't want to offend these noble people offend."

"Let's go to worship the Buddha first, and then go to the inn to meet Big Brother Chi. Xiaozhen Fan Hu, haven't you all been looking forward to the Shangyuan Festival in Chang'an, and you can stay for a few more days after completing the tasks that Mr. Tang told you."

(End of this chapter)