A piece of paper

Xian Jin and Chen Jianfang talked in detail about yesterday's communication with Magistrate Xiong, emphasizing three points: ".According to Magistrate Xiong's opinion, Master Qiao's matter still needs to be endured. The higher-ups are playing games, and we don't know who will win. "

Xian Jin pointed to the sky.

Chen Jianfang was in a good mood, followed Xian Jin's finger to look up, the sky was bright and clear, with occasional clouds drifting by.

Chen Jianfang nodded heavily.

Xian Jin looked up and nodded childishly, which was rare for the young man, and his heart softened. He looked at Chen Jianfang and smiled, "This is one; the second is our candidate for the county magistrate of Jing County. It is estimated that if Mr. Cui wants to take the position, although it is difficult, it is not impossible. If the Chen family wants to advance in Jing County, the relationship with Cui Heng must be maintained."

Especially when the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard was in a state where birds and beasts were scattered, Cui Heng was another card that the Chen family could grab.

Chen Jianfang smiled and nodded, "You don't need to worry about this matter, Cui Heng and I have never had any enemies."

The boy's eyes were gentle, and a relaxed smile was hidden on the corners of his lips.

Xian Jin paused the sigh, and replaced it with pity and relief in his heart, "The third one—"

Xian Jin paused, "Thirdly, our Liuzhangxuan has been delivered to the prefect Xiong. It may be next year at the latest, or this year at the earliest. It may be handed over to the imperial court as a tribute."

Learn literary and martial arts and sell them at the emperor's house.

The best destination for a scholar is to become an official, and dedicate the fruit of his blood and decades of reading to the mountains and rivers of Kyushu.

Commodities, the best expression, are tributes.

Different classes will give different meanings to commodities, which is the disgusting nature of business.

Chen Jianfang lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk, whispering in a low voice, afraid of being heard by Xian Jin, but also hoped that Xian Jin would hear him.

——"I listen to you."

Xian Jin's brows moved slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look at the already empty bowl, and secretly scolded herself, "The starved ghost reincarnated!"——At this time, she took a sip of something to relieve her panic when she heard these words clearly!
All the way back to the old house, Xianjin has never tried to walk back to Shuixi Street from the city gate. He passed a twin towers. At the door, believers gathered with bamboo baskets and flowers, incense candles and lanterns, clear water and boxes of meals. , There was a lot of voices.

Xian Jin looked at it with his head, and Chen Jianfang carefully introduced, "This is the Shuixi Twin Pagodas. There is a Chongqing Temple behind the twin pagodas. The letters and the abbot inside are quite proficient in Buddhism. It coincides with today's [-]th day, and it is the time for believers to worship Buddha." Shangxiang Day."

Xian Jin didn't quite understand what it meant to be proficient in Buddhism, he thought to himself and asked.

Zong-jiao is indeed not a high-scoring course for Chen Jianfang. He thought for a while and said, "In terms of Buddhism, Xinhe Abbot can explain it thoroughly. "

Xian Jin shrugged, "Are the believers poor or sick?"

Chen Jianfang glanced at the believers in line, most of them were middle-aged and elderly women, dressed in coarse linen, with miserable faces, but calm eyes, he couldn't help pursing his lips.

Xian Jin smiled, he must like to listen to this "Buddhism"!Didn't Abbot Xinhe just draw a big cake for this group of poor families who are good at enduring hardships?

Chen Jianfang lowered his eyes and said warmly, "There are also scholars or successful people who are willing to ask Xin and the abbot for advice. I remember that the head of the mountain loved to come here before."

Xian Jin raised his eyebrows, stood still and asked Chen Jianfang, "Bao Zhu, are you ready to speak?"

Chen Jianfang smiled wryly and shook his head, "You've only been away for a day."

You're only gone for a day, and I'll miss you.

But it doesn't mean that on this day, Baozhu will be able to speak.

"Not only do you still not speak, but you keep yourself in a ball all day long. The meals delivered by Zhang's mother only used a little rice and water every time." Chen Jianfang didn't know how to comfort the little girl, but he could understand Baozhu's helplessness And closed, "If this continues, she will collapse."

Xian Jin buried his head in place and paced back and forth, then raised his head and asked after a while, "In addition to being proficient in Buddhism, this letter and the abbot can deceive people effectively?"

Chen Jianfang narrowed his eyes, "Cheating?"

Oh, speak quickly and speak the truth.

Xian Jin shook his head, "Fortune-telling!"

Chen Jianfang didn't know what Xian Jin was going to do, so he could only answer truthfully, "It is said that Xinhe Fangzhang also made a lot of achievements in divination."

Chen Jianfang naturally didn't believe in the words of strange powers and gods, thinking that Xianjin was desperate for Master Qiao, and tried to go to Buddhism, so he hurriedly said, "Please letter and abbot, it's not a bad idea, the up and down lottery will be accurate, and the down lottery will be you Smelly hands."

Xianjin:.
You are really a materialist beyond the times.

But the star of hope provided Xianjin with ideas.

As soon as Xian Jin entered the old house, he went straight to Baozhu Wing.

Pushing the door straight and entering, I saw that the door of the wing room, the corner door and several large window lattices were all tightly closed, and a pile of hill-like precious beads arched on the carved hibiscus wooden bed.

Xian Jin half sat on the edge of the bed, patted the quilt, "Baozhu, I have heard about Qiao Shanchang."

A corner of the quilt was lifted, revealing a plump little pig's head.

Xian Jin rubbed the pig's head and said softly, "Chairman Qiao Shan is currently being detained in Yingtian Mansion, and he will go to the capital someday. Master Qiao Shan suffered a lot and was imprisoned in a water prison. Rise up and drown him."

Baozhu buried her head, shaking like a sieve.

Xian Jin rushed forward and hugged Baozhu Huahua's shoulder desperately, "But he is still alive, but Master Qiao is still alive!"

"No matter how much, I can't figure it out. I just passed by the Shuixi Twin Pagodas. I heard from believers that Xinhe Abbot is very good at interpreting hexagrams. I think we can go to Chongqing Temple to ask for a hexagram. Ask for a hexagram. See Master Qiao and Bao. What happened to Yuan!?"

Xian Jin hugged the orb tightly, and she could clearly feel that the orb gradually stopped shaking and gradually calmed down.

When reality has no hope, then draw a pie.

The process of waiting for the cake is enough to heal everything.

After a long time, Baozhu raised her head with tears streaming down her face.

Xian Jin hurriedly nodded, "Shall we go?"

Baozhu held onto Xianjin's clothes tightly, two lines of tears "shuashua" fell, but her head couldn't stop.

Xian Jin let out a long breath.

At noon, Xianjin led the orb in a low bun and entered the Chongqing Temple from the second gate. The Buddha carved flowers and painted gold with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Hit a coin.

The little novice rang the bell, indicating that the Buddha knew it, and you can start your paid wish.

Xian Jin handed the lottery to Baozhu, with encouraging eyes, "Shake the lottery, we will ask the abbot to resolve the lottery later."

Baozhu's fat paw shook, and a stick fell to the ground.

Xian Jin picked it up and looked at it, and there was a neat small seal script saying "Down the sign".

Xian Jin pursed his lips, took out a larger silver coin from his sleeve pocket, stuffed it into the merit box, and handed the lottery to Baozhu, saying concisely, "Shake, my fate is up to me."

"You Xianjin sister has nothing, the most silver coins."

Little novice:?

Xian Jin looked at the little novice monk, "Please ask the little master to ring the bell to see if the Buddha agrees."

Little novice:? ?
How should he convey the Buddha's intention?
Agree to knock twice?Disagree? Knock it?
The little novice rang the bell sullenly.

Xian Jin touched the top of Baozhu's head, and said confidently, "This bell is louder than the one just now, and the echo is longer. The Buddha agrees, let's shake it."

Holding the stick in her arms, Baozhu felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

Xian Jin bent down to pick it up, "Zhongji".

Xian Jin wanted to shake again, but when he looked up, he saw the terrified and unbelievable eyes of the little novice.

Forget it, life is unsatisfactory nine out of ten, Zhongji is Zhongji, a little regret is perfect.

Xian Jin respectfully handed the lottery to the little novice, and said in a gentle voice, "Erlang Chen invited the letter and the abbot to release the lottery in the morning. Look, little master, shall we wait in the lobby? Or in the inner courtyard?"