The lucky little prince's doting wife

Chapter 115 Thanks to Dad, a poor man who is not pretentious at all

The daughter disappeared in a flash, so Father Xie was no longer anxious. He knew his daughter well, and as long as Xie Jiuhuan could catch the morning meal at Ciguang Temple, she would definitely leave a portion for him.Xie Jiuhuan has never suffered a loss when it comes to eating.

Picking up a branch as a walking stick, Xie Xie began to climb the mountain slowly without any worries.

Here at Granny Huahu Cave, Lin Deyi looked at the big stone in front of him. This natural, uncarved stone looked like a lying tiger.Someone had draped a red cloth on the stone. There was an open space in front of the stone for people to place offerings, and there was a lot of incense ashes accumulated.

Is this Granny Huahu?
Why does Lin Deyi think this is so unbelievable?
Mrs. Rong walked around the Huahu Granny Cave and came back and told Princess Lean that she could not find the Taoist priest from that day.

"It seems that the Taoist priest has gone away," Princess Le'an said sadly, "I really want him to see my fourth son and let him tell fortunes."

Lin Deyi: "Can we leave?"

Princess Le'an: "The place hasn't been cleaned yet, why are you anxious?"

Lin Deyi: "Do you still want to clean?"

Princess Le'an gave Lin Deyi a broom and said, "Clean carefully for me and be sincere, you know?"

Lin Deyi asked: "Did you bring a broom?"

Princess Le'an: "If Granny Huahu hadn't blessed you, would you have been able to marry Miss Ninth?"

Mrs. Rong spoke for Lin Deyi and said to Princess Le'an: "Master, how can I labor the Fourth Young Master to do this?"

The fourth young master has never swept the floor in his life.

Princess Le'an: "You don't need to learn this kind of work. Unless you are a fool, you will know it after just a few glances."

Mrs. Rong was helpless.

Mu Dong wanted to volunteer to sweep the floor on behalf of his young master, but now he had no choice but to speak.

Lin Deyi tried sweeping the floor and thought it was okay. He knew how to sweep the floor.

"What your father always said," Princess Le'an also took a broom and swept up the incense ashes very gently, while chattering to Lin Deyi: "Your father always said that if you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world? Ah, I should have let you sweep the floor a long time ago."

Lin Deyi: "Dad sweeps the floor at home?"

Don't think he's easy to deceive. Does his father work at home?

Princess Le'an: "Am I talking about your father? Brat, don't make me angry."

Lin Deyi stopped talking.

"Be serious," Princess Le'an said again.

"A little more," at the same time, in the dining hall of Ciguang Temple, Xie Jiuhuan said to the monk in charge of preparing food: "Master, it's just plain porridge, you don't need to give it according to the portion, right?"

The monk who was serving rice glanced at Xie Jiuhuan with pain in his eyes. Who in the whole temple didn't know about this very edible girl Xie Jiuhuan?It can be said that before meeting Miss Xie Jiu, they went up and down Ciguang Temple and never realized that such a prosperous temple would be in danger of ruining their family.

"You came alone?" the monk asked Xie Jiuhuan.

Xie Jiuhuan: "No, my father is behind, so master, please give me a few more bowls of porridge."

Monk: "..."

You obviously want to eat it yourself, but you blame it on your father?We are all acquaintances, why do you bother, Miss Jiu?
"You have to get the pickles by yourself now, right?" Xie Jiuhuan asked again.

The monk nodded, and then he wanted to give it to himself. Knowing that the girl didn't count everything she ate, why was he nodding?
"Pickles are very salty. It's not good to eat too much," the monk said hurriedly to correct his mistake.

Xie Jiuhuan: "I'm not afraid of salty food."

Here at Xie Jiuhuan, salty, spicy and delicious food is the delicacy in the world.Moreover, the monks who practice in the temple pay attention to lightness, so how salty can the pickles they make be?
Just Xie Jiuhuan's words made the monk's heart freeze.They probably can’t keep the pickles from Ciguang Temple.

Xie Jiuhuan looked around again. "There is nothing more," said the monk.

Xie Jiuhuan: "Oh, you are too poor."

Monk: "How can outsiders covet the lust of words?"

Xie Jiuhuan felt that this monk master was as serious as a sticker, and she just said it casually.

Father Xie arrived at Ciguang Temple an hour later. There was a stall selling incense and candles at the entrance of the temple. Father Xie spent money to buy three pillars of peace incense. After some hesitation, he spent a few pennies to buy a small lotus that could be placed in front of the Buddha. light lamp.

"I don't offer it in front of the Buddha, I offer it in front of the spiritual throne, is that okay?" Mr. Xie specifically asked the old woman selling incense and candles before spending a "heavy sum" to buy the lotus lantern.

"Yes," the old woman said, "but there is no rule about offering only one lamp. Master, you must offer two."

Father Xie, whose pocket was already clean: "..."

how?A lamp, Buddha doesn’t recognize it?
"I have no money," Xie Xie, not afraid of embarrassment at all, turned his pockets to the old woman and said, "I really have no money."

This time it was the old woman's turn to be silent. She had not seen many unpretentious poor people like Father Xie in her life.

Dad Xie: "I don't want this lamp anymore, I can't afford it."

After saying this, Father Xie waited for the old woman to return the money to him. It wasn't that he was sincere, it was really that he had no money.

The old woman muttered something, then took a lotus lantern to Xie Xie and said, "Take it. Before I sell this lantern, I put it in front of the Buddha. You should take care of it." Place it in front of the spiritual throne, and this lamp will light up the Buddha's light."

"Okay, okay," Father Xie said repeatedly. As long as he didn't want his money, whatever the old woman said was right. "Thank you very much," Father Xie bowed his hand to the old woman.

The old woman returned the gift and waved to Xie Xie, "Come in quickly and be sincere when entering the temple."

"You're right," Mr. Xie agreed with the old woman, and walked towards Ciguang Temple with incense and lotus lanterns.

"All living beings suffer," the old woman said as she watched Father Xie walking towards the temple, repeating what she had just said. A grown man can't even afford a few pennies. It's miserable!
After Xie entered the temple, he went straight to the dining hall.

"Dad!" Xie Jiuhuan sat on her seat and waved to Dad Xie.

It was long past breakfast time, and all the monks in the dining hall were busy with other things. Xie Jiuhuan was sitting alone in the dining hall.

"Dad, I left some porridge and pickles for you," Xie Jiuhuan happily ran to the back of the dining hall.

Dad Xie: "Where are you going?"

Xie Jiuhuan: "The porridge is hot on the stove. I'll get it for you."

Are the people at Ciguang Temple so kind?Father Xie didn't believe it, this must be his daughter's credit.

Xie Jiuhuan brought a pot, then made a second trip and brought a jar of pickles.

"People in the temple say the pickles are too salty," Xie Jiuhuan said to Father Xie, "Dad, please try it first. If you think it tastes just right, then I'll help you mix it with sesame oil."

Dad Xie: "Are they willing to give you sesame oil?"

Xie Jiuhuan: "Dad, what you said is that the great masters of Ciguang Temple are generous."

Xie Jiuhuan's attitude when praising others was not sincere at all. Father Xie understood that this sesame oil was forced to come from his daughter.

After tasting the saltiness, Father Xie, like Xie Jiuhuan, didn't think the pickles were salty. He raised his hand to signal Xie Jiuhuan to mix the pickles with sesame oil. Father Xie said: "We can't go too far. The people in the temple won't let us go back." Now that we’re in, what should we do?”

Xie Jiuhuan blinked, where is the promised Buddhism to save all sentient beings?She just took some sesame oil, and she was expelled from the Buddhist sect?

(End of this chapter)