Jinghong Building

Shimen Temple is the only temple in the entire Baoding Prefecture located in the city.

Today is not the first day of the New Year or the fifteenth day, and only two side doors are opened by the mountain gate.

Before the two sisters could walk up the stone steps, they saw a huge sign with four big words "Iron Plate God's Calculation" written on it.

The two thought they had gone to the wrong place. If they were normal, they would have confirmed it and then went up. But today they had no intention of death and had no more scruples. They walked up the stone steps against the sign. Then they saw There was a person behind the Iron Pill Conclusion Brand. The man was sloppy and dressed in a dirty Taoist robe. His oily hair was tied with peach branches to form a Taoist bun. It was messy. The birds didn't build a nest on it. Maybe it was because of oil. Too much slippery to stand unstable.

This dress, coupled with the big brand, this person's identity is obviously a fortune teller.

The fortune teller was talking to a master. The master was still young, and his joy and anger were on his face, and his eyes were full of disgust, as if he wanted the man to leave soon, but the fortune teller refused to leave, and he smiled. He even snatched the door frame with his hands and rolled around at any time.

The young master was so obsessed with him that he had no choice but to see the two sisters at a glance.

Seeing the two of them bruised and swollen faces, the young master said hurriedly: "Two donors, have you encountered a difficult situation?"

The two sisters didn't know what to say for a moment, so they couldn't say that we were here to hang ourselves.

They are all young girls who are not involved in the matter. Anyone with discerning eyes can see the dilemma and embarrassment in their eyes at a glance.

The fortune teller tsk twice and said to the young master: "Their faces are injured, and they are obviously injured. What else are you asking? By the way, don't blame me for not reminding you, go and ask here. Among the lay Buddhists who are staying, are there any female lay Buddhists who know some medical skills? If there are, take them there. Although they are lay Buddhists, they are also the identity of lay Buddhists after all. The lay Buddhists are more convenient than you monks."

The young master is so annoyed that this fortune teller is so angry that he looks like an old liar no matter how he looks.

However, what this old liar said makes some sense.

These two little girls had a look of hurt. Maybe they encountered something difficult to say. They both became monks since childhood and didn't understand some things very well. As this old liar said, the layman is more convenient than the monks for the layman than the monks. .

"That's a coincidence. There is a lay Buddhist Du living here. She understands medical skills. The poor nun was a little uncomfortable a few days ago. She used the prescription given by Lay Du, which relieved a lot."

When he heard the young master talk about Mr. Du, a glimmer flashed in his fortune teller's eyes, but unfortunately the young master did not pay attention.

The two sisters looked confused. They were here to hang themselves, so why did they become medical treatment?

"I believe that the two girls are both lucky. They are bumpy when they were young, and their brothers and relatives were not good at helping each other. They have good plans for their own family and have noble people to help them."

Both sisters were stunned. They were indeed brothers and relatives who were not good at it, but they still have good luck and noble people to help them?

My sister couldn't help but want to ask a few more questions, but the fortune teller waved to them: "Go and go, cross this hurdle, your luck will come later."

The young master frowned. Could this old liar want to set up a stall here to tell fortunes.

She quickly said to the sisters, "Two donors, please follow Pomni in."

The two sisters were at a loss. They looked at the master and went to see the fortune teller again, but they saw that the fortune teller had picked up the big iron-clad fortune teller again and staggered down the stone steps.

The young master was urging him again, so the two sisters had to follow her into the temple.

Soon, they met Mr. Du, who knew medicine. Mr. Du is a little old, but he still has a beautiful face. When he smiles, he already has deep lines on the corners of his eyes, but he looks more kind.

She pulled her sister's wrist, and her sister subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but she didn't pull it. This layman Du looked weak but had a lot of strength.

After taking the pulse, Mr. Du already knew what was going on. His sister was so embarrassed that her face turned red, her head drooped low, and tears fell onto the upper.

Mr. Du also diagnosed his sister with her pulse, and her sister couldn't help but sob.

Mr. Du patted their hands and said softly, "It's okay, I'll prescribe the secondary prescription for you first. You can take the medicine first and take care of it for two days. Let's talk about what happened in the future."

Hearing this, the sisters hurriedly said, "We don't need to take medicine, don't waste medicine, we are not worth it."

Mr. Du sighed: "I know what you think and what you want to do, because I have had the same experience as you, but I was only eight years old at that time."

The sisters looked at her in surprise, almost unable to believe their ears.

This wife, who was well-maintained and had a good look on her face, had the same experience as them, and she was only eight years old at that time, eight years old!

"How is it possible? You, you are not like"

Mr. Du took their hands again and said, "My father went away early, and my mother took me to remarry. When she was eight years old, my mother personally gave me to her brother-in-law who remarried the family just to separate the family. I had a lot of blood in two more rooms. They thought I was dead, so they wrapped me in a straw mat and threw me into a mass grave.

It was also my life. When the cold wind blew, I woke up and climbed to the side of the road by myself. So I met the boss. The boss saved me. She took me into Jinghong Tower and asked the nanny in the building to take care of him. I, I grew up in Jinghong Tower, and later took over Jinghong Tower. ”

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Hearing the three words "Jinghonglou", the two sisters suddenly returned to reality from the story.

Although they rarely go out, they also know Jinghonglou, because their brothers often show that they met a famous scholar and a great scholar in Jinghonglou.

Similarly, they also heard about the burning of Jinghong Tower.

"You are." They subconsciously looked at Mr. Du.

Mr. Du smiled and said, "My name is Du Hui. I used to be the big shopkeeper of Jinghonglou, but I have retired. The big shopkeeper is my apprentice Wen Qiu."

The two sisters had never heard of Du Hui or Wen Qiu, but they knew Jinghonglou.

So this layman Du is not a liar, and he did not make up stories to comfort them. Yes, who would have to put such an embarrassing past?

The sister cried out, "Grandma Du, can my sister and I survive? Can we?"

She is only thirteen years old and her sister is only fifteen years old. Their lives have just begun. If possible, none of them want to die.

"Good boy, that's where I go. When you reach my age and have experienced a lot, looking back, this is just a small dangerous shoal that I've sailed thousands of miles away. Maybe I've been hurt and suffered, but How many people can have really smooth sailing? Most people, like you, are like me, go from stumble to getting more and more stable. However, some people can't stand it and leave early, while others ride the wind and waves , and persisted all the way to the end."

The dormitory was a little cold, but Du Hui's voice was like a warm current in the cold cold, moistening into the cold hearts of the sisters. (End of this chapter)