Heir and wife

Chapter 77

No matter how surprised Luo Weitong was, the monks in Baoen Temple were still waiting eagerly to welcome Master Hongzhen, an eminent monk who had traveled a long way.

Even Mrs. Liang Guogong couldn't hide her joy: "Master came to Baoen Temple on a whim. His Majesty valued Master very much and wanted to respect him as a national teacher again and again, but Master was indifferent to fame and fortune and refused all of them."

Luo Weitong's surprise grew stronger the more he heard it. Everyone praised Master Hongzhen, who was so noble that he almost became a Buddha instantly. Is he really the old urchin who robbed her of peach blossom cakes every day and saw her buds covered with bird droppings and high-fived?
The master wouldn't imitate someone else's name... It sounds like Master Hongzhen has a lot of background, if he is found out, it would be a serious crime of beheading.

While Mrs. Liang Guogong and his mother were offering incense in the hall, she paced to the backyard, followed by a tail following behind her.But this tail is a bit big, taller than her.

"Cousin, tell me, should I write a letter to the master."

Xu Xing knew it for sure: "My cousin and the master have a deep relationship. It has been two months since you left Huizhou, so you should write a letter. There are many specialties in Jinling, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by the pastry shop next to Jinxiufang is the best in the world. Absolutely, before the weather is hot, you can order a quick horse to bring some back."

Having said that, Xu Xingzhi has already thought further: "However, there are a lot of rumors in Jinling City, and it is not very convenient for my cousin to go out. I can buy it for you."

He didn't mention Luo Weitong and almost forgot about the message. Just now, his mother or brother had been by his side, so she didn't dare to ask.Now it's just her and her cousin, so they don't have so many scruples when talking.

"I don't know what kind of rumors have spread in the past few days when I have been out of the city."

Xu Xingzhi faltered and hesitated, and now the rumors are more than just rampant.It's all because Anchang Hou's son has always been misbehaving, and he does more evil. Everyone has almost no interest in him, and almost all the focus is on his cousin.

Before they left the city this morning, they met Chang Wenzhi, and the mosquito looked quite arrogant.Recalling the old incident of the Imperial College that day, he was full of righteousness, saying that he was just telling the truth at that time.The inside and outside of the story are arranged to row the boat with a small belly and chicken intestines, and at the same time compare the cousin with the flamboyant Qinhuai River painter.

"Cousin, those things are just fabricated out of thin air, don't take it to heart."

Luo Weitong sighed: "Even my cousin is hiding it from me. It seems that the rumors are out of control like a river bursting its banks. I don't care. I just hide in Zhuangzi and ignore it. But how the relatives in Jinling City deal with themselves depends on the situation." With such a daughter, how can father stand in the court?"

It's not my cousin's fault, it's Wen Xiangbo's mansion to blame.Not knowing where to comfort him, Xu Xingzhi was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat broke out from the tip of his nose.

"Cousin, don't worry, even if everyone says you are not, I...I" will believe in you.

"Little and petite apprentice, have you taken your medicine on time during these days when the master is away? Moo moo moo."

The old monk with white hair and childlike face appeared behind the two of them without anyone noticing, with one hand on the shoulder of the other, making a low voice like a big devil.

Hearing Xu Xingzhi shudder at first, he didn't care about the second confession, so he quickly grabbed his cousin's arm and walked towards the arch.Luo Weitong grabbed him and stood there motionless.

"Don't be afraid, cousin, just take a closer look at this disgraced old monk."

Rolling his eyes, Luo Weitong turned his head. He was wearing a simple linen cassock. His white hair hadn't been washed for some time, and the color of mud stood on both sides of his ears and temples.The old monk, who is full of dust and dust, is definitely the master who robbed her of peach blossoms from her childhood.

Staying with him most of the time every ten days, even if it turns into ashes, she will recognize it.

"Master?" Xu Xingzhi asked tentatively.

The old monk put his five fingers together in front of his chest, and the treasure minister said solemnly: "Amitabha, the female benefactor, even if the poor monk sits down in the future, he will be turned into relics. It is a natural phenomenon, so don't bother you to identify it."

If he could guess her thoughts so accurately, then he didn't run away.At this moment, Luo Weitong gave full play to his many years of practice, together with his facial muscles that became more dexterous, and kept rolling his eyes up and down.

"Do you really think that you are the famous Hongzhen Zen Master? He has a real body relic, you..." After a pause, she finally came up with a way: "If there is something that the disciple will do, if the master really wants to stay Put down the relics, when the time comes, this disciple will not carry as much firewood, and I can always leave some bone dregs for you."

The old monk couldn't stop shaking his head: "It's really unfortunate for the Buddhist sect to have such a stubborn disciple. If you don't say a few nice words to make me happy, I will drive you out of the sect."

Since she was young, she has been expelled no less than a hundred times. The old monk is a paper tiger, and Luo Weitong has no fear at all: "It's just right, you don't know the old monk. Bingxue is as smart as me. The teacher doesn't take me in, and I happen to climb another branch."

The old monk was so angry that his eyebrows flew up, and he turned to Xu Xingzhi beside him: "Young man, look, this girl is so rebellious."

(End of this chapter)