Prime Minister, madam is not to be spoiled!

Chapter 76

Jiufo Temple is located in the outskirts, on the top of Lingyin Mountain. There are not many people who go to pray for Buddha and burn incense on weekdays, but there are many people who go there during festivals.In particular, the real culprits of the five murders of women that caused a sensation in Jinyun City three years ago were monks who had returned to secular life from the Jiufo Temple. Their curiosity caused countless people to come and watch.

But it's strange to say that although the Nine Buddha Temple has converted a murderer who killed the people, the wish it made is extremely effective.I begged the seriously ill old mother to get better soon, and the next day, the [-]-year-old mother who had been bedridden for many years was able to walk on the ground.Someone who wanted to conceive a big fat boy was diagnosed with a happy pulse by the doctor within a month.Those who seek to find relatives who have been lost for many years, when they return home, they find that the chickens and ducks in the house are running all over the ground, and the guests come from far away.

Of course, wishes such as promotion, wealth, power, and power have never come true.I want to come to the Buddha to save all sentient beings when he is busy, and he doesn't want to let those who are interested take advantage of the loopholes.

Today is the Tiankuan Festival, and the Jiufo Temple has come to the annual scripture-turning day.When the sun is shining, the monastery will take out some of the scriptures that have been placed in the Sutra Pavilion for some years, and dry them in the backyard, allowing the almsgiver who came to worship the Buddha to watch them.If someone encounters a scripture he likes and wants to take it home and study it slowly, he can donate more sesame oil money to the temple.

Qingling would come here every year, but every year her mood was different.

Ever since An Lijing was brought back to the heaven by Taishang Laojun and Taibai Jinxing, she would pay homage to the Buddha at the Nine Buddha Temple every half a month.It's a pity that ordinary people get someone when they ask for someone, but the person she wanted to ask for still didn't show up.For the wish that others can easily fulfill, the Bodhisattva of the Nine Buddha Temple is stingy in satisfying her.

But there is such a humble obsession in my heart, and I don't want to give up.And this year's Bible translation day, she intends to study the scriptures.She has already recalled all the memories of being a mermaid in her previous life, but she is eager to know whether she can regain her mermaid power, or if she is only given some abilities, she can go to the heavens to find peace and history.

Waiting, can't stand repeated injuries.She knew that An Lijing had been waiting for her for a long time, so long that she couldn't touch him at all, so long that even though she knew about it, she still chose to ruthlessly reject him time and time again, and even personally killed him.So, this time, change her to wait for him, change her to find him, change her to think about him and miss him.

In front of the temple, the majestic Buddha stands.A total of hundreds of stone steps stand tall and wind up.At the end of the stone steps is the temple gate.

The temple is magnificent, and the gate of the red lacquer temple is wide open.Everywhere can be seen a school of splendor and incense.The flow of people has long since ceased. On such a big day, the people in Jinyun City have already rushed to the Nine Buddha Temple early in the morning.There are also officials and eunuchs, so naturally they are not far behind.

Coming out of the crude carriage, Qingling hugged An Hehe, who had grown a little, into his arms.The child who is almost two years old no longer likes to catch Qingling to nurse him.Talking is no longer babbling, pronunciation is clear, and the words are round.But after weaning, there was an old problem.Qingling didn't know if it was due to An Lijing's blood flowing through his body, so he could mature so precociously, but it was better than giving her a headache all the time.

"Ma'am, shall we go to offer incense first, or go to the backyard of the temple to help open the scriptures, and then take a look?" Zifeng took out a few pieces of silver from the bag, put them next to her, and asked for instructions.

Under the reflection of the morning glow, Qingling's whole body was enveloped in indifferent and beautiful colors.The hairpin is decorated with tassels and hangs down quietly, shaking slightly in the wind.The graceful figure is elongated, although it shows a few strands of wordless loneliness, it also outlines a wordless relief.

Qingling glanced at the bustling doorway: "I'm afraid it would be disrespectful to the Buddha to go through the scriptures before offering incense. Let's donate some sesame oil money first."

Let the coachman find a place to rest first, and the three of them walked towards the temple along the stone steps.

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At the entrance, there are little monks leading the way for pilgrims, and several masters are speaking scriptures in the treasure hall, surrounded by a circle of people, listening carefully.

Under the hexagonal eaves at the front, there is a square table with mahogany lacquer buckets for donating sesame oil, which is looked after by two young monks.Every time a benefactor came over, he shouted "Amitabha, so good, so good".After a long time, the tone was extremely dull, just repeating, but without any sincerity.However, every time he saw the glistening silver or even a bank note, his eyes became brighter, and excitement flashed across his face.When he saw a few copper plates, he showed a look of disdain.

Zifeng was about to put a few taels of silver into the bucket according to Qingling's instructions, but An Hehe touched his arm.

An He He was nestled in Qing Ling's arms, and the little ghost suggested: "Aunt Zifeng, He He wants to donate sesame oil...Can Auntie ask He He to donate?"

Zifeng looked at Qingling, saw her nodding, and put the broken silver in his hand into his hand: "Okay, the young master is generous, the slaves have to follow the young master no matter what?"

Hehe laughed twice, An Hehe leaned forward with Qingling's help, and was about to throw the silver into the mahogany lacquer bucket, but stopped, and looked at the little novice with a childish voice: "If I After investing the money, will my father come back? Will he congratulate mother with love? Will he not leave this family behind?"

Seeing that the money was coming soon, how could the two young monks have any reason to say no?He hurriedly said "Amitabha" a few times, saying yes again and again.

"Does it mean that the more I donate, the more effective the Buddha will be, and the sooner dad will come back?"

"Exactly, exactly. The so-called sincerity leads to spirituality. The more sesame oil donated by the little benefactor, the more sincere the heart, the more the Buddha will be moved and fulfill the wish of the little benefactor." One of the older little novice was busy Interface Road.

"But we only brought so much, such a small amount of silver taels when we went out today. Would it be dishonest? Would the Buddha not hear mother's prayer?"

"How could it be? There is no distinction between high and low people, and there is no distinction between the amount of money, as long as you are sincere and sincere." Seeing that the money in his hand was about to fly away, the little novice naturally didn't want to let it go.Regardless of whether these words are in conflict with just now, hurry to redeem them in time.

"But I'm still very worried... Two brothers, can He He pretend that the money in the bucket was donated by He He alone, and let the Buddha see so much money, and the Buddha will definitely satisfy He He's wish .”

"Of course, you can just put in the silver, the little benefactor." Another little novice also said hastily, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Anyway, it's a fake. Can He He take them out of the bucket first, pretend they belong to He He, and then donate the sesame oil with He He's money?"

"This..." The two young monks hesitated.For a few taels of silver, this method is really tossing.

Seeing the two hesitate, An Hehe quickly revealed a piece of high-quality blue field jade hanging around his neck, and muttered to himself: "It is said that this jade can buy two cities, I don't know if it is true or not, He He Can you also donate with the money?"

"Okay, okay, of course." Obviously, he has seen the world and has a certain understanding of jade.When they saw the high-quality Lantian jade, the eyes of the two young novice monks stared straight. Without hesitation, they took out all the money in the sesame oil bucket, and even held it for the convenience of An Hehe. Just put it in a bag.Then he handed it to him fawningly, and waited eagerly for him to donate the sesame oil, and donated the piece of Lantian jade by the way.

Unexpectedly, the little man nestled in his mother's arms, weighed the weight of the silver that he had looted in his hand, and said solemnly: "Daddy is the Third Highness in the heaven, but he doesn't care about the small things of cheating. In the human world At that time, the court officials didn't care about such trivial matters. When He He sees him, he must smash these silver taels on his head. Hmph! Mother, you are not allowed to stop He He when the time comes."

Looking absently at this little face that was very similar to An Lijing, Qingling scratched his nose: "You caused your mother to fail in praying to God and worshiping Buddha. If your father doesn't come back, then mother will take you asked."

"Hmph... Who is afraid of whom... If Daddy comes back, can He He ask Daddy to kneel down on the washboard for Mother? Also, let Mother give He He a hug in front of Daddy, I'm so jealous he."

Looking at him with a smirk, Qing Ling didn't care about the anxious faces of the two little novice monks behind him who were about to rush forward, and directly hugged An Hehe and left.

"Mother, aren't you afraid that they will catch up and settle accounts with us?"

"Didn't you do all this to predict that the people behind us would settle it for you?" Qing Ling tapped his forehead with a finger, with a bit of connivance and pampering.

"Although Ji Bao hurt his father because he hated his mother, he has a cold attitude towards his mother, but he is still very good."

"Called Uncle, no big or small."

"Ji Bao himself made He He call that. Otherwise, Uncle Chicken, Uncle Chicken, he would feel ashamed..."

All the changes came very quickly.When the three of them skipped worshiping the Buddha and went straight to the backyard, a yellow figure suddenly ran straight over, knocking Qing Ling and He He in his arms into the secluded spring by accident.Qingling only had time to throw An Hehe to Zifeng who was following him closely, and seeing her safely pick him up, he himself was loaded into the water with a plop.

Surrounded by a circle of several people, most of them are young ladies and famous ladies, who are basking in the scriptures and reciting them.

When someone fell into the water, they rushed over to watch the excitement, but there was no one who wanted to help.

Qingling struggled in the water for a while, her initial fear of water disappeared, and under the sun, the deep spring water was extremely shallow, but she seemed to be born to be the king of the water, her breathing gradually became smoother, and she stopped calling for help.And the summer temperature did not bring her a chill.

It's just that another change happened in the blink of an eye.When she was about to swim to the shore, her body suddenly changed drastically.Those two legs were obviously moving freely, but with a flash of colored light, a huge fish tail rose out of the air, colorful and shining, and countless water splashes.

But she seemed to be locked in an extremely shallow spring, and it was difficult for her to swim any more.

In all directions, there was the sound of gasping, and... bursts of wanton pointing.

(End of this chapter)