Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 156 Liars
Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw a fat man with a big pie face in a monk's robe running over.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Yong asked aloud.

The man swept Chun Niang's body, and quickly looked away.

"Amitabha, I am a disciple of this Famen Temple. I heard that the benefactor is worried about seeking a son, so I am here to explain the benefactor's doubts."

Disciple of Famen Temple?
After hearing what he said, Fat Miao'er looked up.

I saw that this man didn't look like a monk except that he was wearing a monk's robe.

"Why do you have hair?"

Fat Miaoer asked.

The man chuckled, his small eyes narrowed into slits.

"I am a disciple of the lay school, and I practice with my hair, and I have never cut off three thousand threads of affliction."

"Oh!" Fat Miaoer understood.

After hearing the man's words, Chunniang's eyes lit up, and she thought to herself: Could it be that there is a chance of life.

Hastily stepped forward, and asked aloud: "I don't know what method the master has?"

"Don't worry, benefactor, listen to me carefully. Here is a prescription from the little monk, which can solve the urgent need of benefactor."

As he said that, the man took out a small paper bag wrapped in straw paper from his arms, and put it in his palm to show it.

Just as Chunniang was about to reach out to grab it, the man pushed back a step and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha! Don't be in a hurry, the little monk wants to make a fortune with the donor and add more money to the temple."

"Ah?" Chunniang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant.

"How much silver do you need?"

Chun Niang asked, she is in a hurry to go to the doctor now, the signing just now hit her hard, now she has found a glimmer of light, and she wants to catch it immediately.

"Amitabha! The benefactor misinterpreted the meaning of the little monk. I'm not selling it, but just for a chance. This prescription doesn't cost money."

The man said with a pleasant face, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"I'm sorry master, I misunderstood." Chunniang looked at the man apologetically.

Cautiously tentatively asked: "Master, how much do you think is appropriate to donate?"

"Amitabha, do whatever you want, no matter how much you donate, it will be a good relationship, but..." The man hesitated and said: "Sincerity is the spirit, and what the donor asks is not easy, so the more the better."

"According to what the little monk thinks, one or two should be barely enough."

One or two?reluctantly?

The corner of Fat Miao'er's mouth twitched, just about to speak to stop it.

"Okay!" Chunniang couldn't wait to agree, took out her purse, took out a tael of silver, and handed it over.

The man's small eyes secretly stared at Chunniang's movements, seeing how easily she took out a tael of silver, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

I thought to myself: less!

"Benefactor, please keep it!" The man showed regret on his face, struggled for a moment, took the money, and handed over the paper bag.

"Thank you, master!" Chunniang thanked tremblingly, holding it in her palm with all the treasures.

"What's in here?" Fat Miao'er leaned over and whispered curiously.

"Ok?"

The next second, her little brows frowned, sniffed with her pretty little nose, and said in a low voice, "This smell is not right."

Fat Meow's nose is more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

What's more, the smell of this medicine bag is quite strong, like...

"Isn't this just incense ash!" Fat Miao'er blurted out with a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Incense ash!

Fang Zhu, Wu Yong, and Li Xiaodao were all shocked.

Chunniang hurriedly opened the paper bag and looked down.

Sure enough, very familiar.

It is the ashes left after the incense candle is burned.

Seeing that something was exposed, a look of annoyance flashed across the man's face, and he quickly returned to normal.

He said calmly: "The benefactor does not know, this is not an ordinary incense ash, but the incense ash blessed by the Buddha, which has unexpected effects."

"As long as you go home and fast for three days, and drink it with cold water at sunrise on the fourth day, it will help the benefactor to have a happy baby."

"Young monk is a monk, so don't lie. If it doesn't work, the benefactor can come to this Famen Temple to find me."

The man said it swearingly, with a face of sincerity.

For a while, Chunniang couldn't decide to pay attention.

"Okay! I'll give it a try!" Gritting her teeth, Chunniang rewrapped the ashes and put them in her arms.

Anyway, a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

What if it works!
"No, Aunt Wu, he's a liar!" Seeing this, Fat Miao'er quickly grabbed Chun Niang's hand and shook her head eagerly.

Incense ash is incense ash, how can it be possible to cure infertility, these are all lies of ancient gods.

"How can the little benefactor wrong the little monk so much? Forget it. Since the benefactor doesn't believe me, the money for the sesame oil will be returned to the benefactor, and the medicine package will be returned to the little monk. It's just a pity for this fate!"

The man handed over a tael of silver, ready to exchange for the medicine bag.

"Hey!"

Chun Niang sighed softly, and patted Fat Miao'er on the head.

"Auntie knows your kindness, but this is a chance, even if it's fake, I have to give it a try."

Chun Niang's tone was firm and her expression was determined.

"Amitabha! The donor is a person who has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, and his wishes will surely come true."

The man complimented him, took back the money and was about to turn around and leave.

Fat Miao'er saw that Chun Niang would not listen to her persuasion, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, Fat Miao'er saw a figure appearing at the gate of the temple, it was Master Qingran who received everyone.

Fat Miao'er thought about it, and whispered to Li Xiaodao beside him, "Look at him."

Hearing this, Li Xiaodao nodded and made a clear gesture.

He completely believed in Fat Miao'er, believed that everything she said was right, and obeyed unconditionally.

Fat Miao'er took short legs and rushed towards the temple gate quickly, overtaking the man in an instant.

Li Xiaodao followed closely behind, but he was not in a hurry, he just followed behind the man.

Arriving at the gate of the temple in one breath, Fat Miao'er didn't blush, and after giving a deep salute to Master Liao Ran, he pointed to the man walking up and said, "Master, is he a lay disciple of your temple?"

"Ok?"

Knowing that the master didn't understand why Fat Miao'er asked such a question, he still answered: "My temple has never had a lay disciple."

"fraud!"

Fat Miao'er whispered.

Then he quickly told Master Qingran what happened just now.

The more he listened, the angrier he became, the expression on his face showed that he was getting angry.

"Amitabha!"

After reciting the name of the Dharma, the expression on Qingran's face calmed down.

Bowed to the Daxiong Palace: "The disciple has a picture."

"Uh……"

This sentence made Fat Miao'er stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"Master, hurry up and expose that big liar!" Fat Miao'er urged.

"Good benefactor."

With a promise, Qingran and Fat Miao'er walked down the mountain, heading straight for the man.

The man came down after seeing it, knowing something was wrong, he hurried down the stairs and headed for the mountain path.

"Brother, catch him!"

Seeing that he was going to run, Fat Miao'er shouted loudly.

After receiving the order, Li Xiaodao, who had been following him, stretched out his hand and grabbed the man.

Shouted sharply: "Where are you running!"

(End of this chapter)