Rank One Princess Douxian Wang: Phoenix Palace Brocade

Chapter 259
The flames burned more and more intensely, and after a while, a puff of blue smoke came out. Xu Jiatong's eyes had just recovered, but she still couldn't see the smoke. She closed her eyes lightly, and turned her head away, but the dazzling flame seemed to be jumping in front of her eyes all the time.

She let go until her fingertips felt a little pain, and let the stick fall into the incense and burn to ashes, and the words on it could no longer be seen.

This stick is made of high-quality sandalwood, and when it is burned, it naturally carries a strong aroma. Shanjue walked out of the wing room, smiled and looked at her with a little surprise: "This stick is only a hundred years old in our temple. There is a benefactor who gets it alone, so it is good to keep it in mind, why burn it?"

There was no one else around except Shanjue and Xu Jiatong, so Xu Jiatong approached him and said: "The master talked to the master behind him when he was in the main hall, did you tell him what the signature said, or ask him to wait for the people in the signature room to wait for a while?" Put it somewhere else?"

"Naturally it is the latter. No one else knows what this lottery says except for the old monk and the benefactor. The signer from this temple never went back after it was issued. A new lottery is made to fill it up. Usually, it is made by disciples who copy scriptures in the temple. As for the great fortune and a few rare fates, only the host can make it himself. The benefactor’s lottery will be written by the old monk after two days, and it will be re-entered into the lottery." Shanjue looked kindly, stroked his beard, probably I understood what she was thinking.

Xu Jiatong saluted solemnly and looked at him: "That's good, whoever got this lottery, I hope no third person will know. Xinnu asked the presiding master to write a letter of fate for ordinary blessings. This. If others find out, believers may be in danger of their lives."

If such a destiny is found out by someone with a heart, or by someone in the royal family, she will have no way out.

Besides, she never wanted to be prominent in Rongda, she only wanted to do her best to achieve something in weaving, and to let her relatives who have been taking care of her live a safe life.

"In troubled times, the incense in our temple will last for a hundred years, so we follow the way of being wise and safe. This sign only exists in the heart of the old monk and the benefactor, and nothing else. It should be as the benefactor wishes." Shanjue clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha in return.

The two walked towards the main hall together, Xu Jiatong suddenly walked a little slower, and asked softly: "May I ask the presiding master, if believers don't want to be famous, but only want to do their best, so that they can grow old safely, maybe they can avoid those disasters." robbery?"

"In this world, there are many people who pray to gods and Buddhas and want to be famous, why don't the benefactors not?" Shanjue asked.

"So what if you are well-known and well-known. One room is enough for me to live in. One meal, two vegetables and one soup are enough for me to eat. What's the use of having too many things outside of me?" Xu Jiatong smiled, but in fact she never wanted anything. It's just that those people don't even give this star at all, so she will deal with them and ask for a way to survive.

"Because of fate, there are very few people who can go against the way of heaven, unless someone replaces the benefactor's fate." Shanjue nodded, and smiled quite Zen-like, "Amitabha, this is all the old monk said. Our temple and benefactor If there is a fate, if you can help the benefactor one day by going to our temple, please come to the old monk's scripture room to tell the benefactor."

"My life is up to me, and the way to go is a believer's decision. The presiding master treats each other with sincerity, and the believer is grateful. I will definitely come and go often in the future." Xu Jiatong said.

The two saluted and said goodbye, Xu Jiatong left Juexiao Temple without looking back.Standing on the highest stone steps of the main hall, Shanjue smiled slightly as he watched the figure disappear at the gate of the temple.

After all, he is still young, full of vigor, and refuses to admit defeat, but he doesn't know whether this destiny can be reversed or not.

When he was young, he was still the son of an aristocratic family in the south of the Yangtze River. His father was rich, full of friends, and enjoyed all the wealth and honor.A traveling monk told his fortune, saying that one day he would become the abbot of a temple.The wandering monk was immediately beaten out by his father, but many years later, he finally became the abbot of Juexiao Temple, and his father never had any contact with him.

Whether things in the world are successful or not depends on people and the sky?who knows...

"Come out, come out." Zhao Qiyun yelled twice, and said to Zhao Yuanshen who was meditating silently beside him, "Master, the fourth girl has come out, she looks very happy, she must have asked for a good lottery."

"Guard Zhao." Xu Jiatong smiled at him, stepped forward and looked at the man who had just stood up, "Master Dai, I would also like to thank you for arranging this, but the Master Host personally unwrapped the lottery and wrote the order for me personally. , When I go back, I want to see who among them will say that my life is bad."

Zhao Yuanshen became interested, and asked her with a smile: "Let me see, what kind of fate letter did you ask for?" He stretched out his hand.

"It's not the fate of being rich and wealthy. You don't have to worry about food and clothing. You are a little rich and have a good husband and son-in-law." Xu Jiatong generously put the fate book wrapped in red paper in his palm, without saying a word. Notice the change in his expression.

She didn't give the things to Zhao Qiyun as usual, but asked Zhao Qiyun to hand them over to him. Zhao Yuanshen smiled indistinctly, stopped his outstretched hand, and then took it back.

Opening the fate book, Zhao Yuanshen read it from beginning to end, feeling a little displeased: "Chess basket, is there enough incense and offerings?"

"It's enough, it's three times that of Chengyehou." Zhao Qiyun deliberately made a gesture of three.

"Why is it so unusual?" Zhao Qiyun rarely expressed dissatisfaction.

"This..." Zhao Qiyun was puzzled, it sounded pretty good, although he was not as noble as himself, but as for being angry?

No, it can't be all anger, it should be said that it is mean, and even a little incense and offerings have to care about whether it is worth the money.

"Okay, okay, fate is determined by God, how can it be changed immediately by making more offerings. If the abbot of Juexiao Temple is willing to change the fate book for someone looking at the face of money, then the signature of Juexiao Temple is too big." It doesn't work anymore. Besides, Xiao Fu will be safe, isn't that good?" Xu Jiatong took the life book back, folded it, and wrapped it again in the red paper with the golden seal of Juexiao Temple on it.

Zhao Yuanshen looked at her cheerful look, and his expression was a bit unfriendly, but he still didn't get angry: "Do you want to go to Zhuangzi for a few more days?"

At that time, what she passed to Zhao Yuanshen was that after asking for the order, she would go to Zhuangzi arranged by her family to live for a few days.

"Of course I won't go. It must not be a real arrangement. Besides, I don't know the way to Zhuangzi. At that time, I was accompanied by a boy driving a cart. Later, one of the boys died, and the other was with them. Yes, I ran away, and I can't go. Look, why don't you send me back, say that there is something wrong in the embroidery village, and bring me back?" Xu Jiatong said.

"It's good to go back early, just to take care of this matter. Don't worry, none of them can bully you." Zhao Yuanshen sneered, the only ones who deserve to do something to her in this world are him and those people, what are those people from the Lin family? thing.

"Did Master Dai catch them?" Xu Jiatong felt a little more hopeful, and she felt uneasy if the wicked would not be punished.

"Remember, people who want to kill you will never be tolerated." Zhao Yuanshen said firmly.

　Shuangshuang will take the second make-up test for the driver's license test tomorrow, and she will be training intensively. Get up at 4:[-] to catch the bus... Dear friends who are also taking the driving test, cheer together

　　
　
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