After hanging up the phone, Zhao Baolin breathed a sigh of relief and went home.

There is a custom in the Northeast to pick up relatives, the sooner the better. In addition, Han Xiaoran's house is quite far away from Hongtang Village, and it will take an hour or two to rush over, plus there are all kinds of obstacles, customs and so on when picking up relatives, if you really want to come back in time, you have to get up early.

So, Zhao Baolin and his son Zhao Yuhe set off with the convoy at more than two o'clock in the morning, and Fang Zheng did not follow, but waited at home.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, the convoy came back, Zhao Baolin was the first to get out of the car, and when he got out of the car, he smiled and shouted: "Take it back!"

When everyone heard this, they congratulated one after another, and Zhao Baolin thanked him again and again.

The people and cars over there stopped, Zhao Yuhe picked Han Xiaoran out of the car, walked into the house with a sound of blessings, and then carefully put Han Xiaoran on the kang.

Everyone rushed in and looked at the bride in various ways.

Fang Zheng stood at the door, smiling at Han Xiaoran's relatives.

Han Xiaoran's relatives didn't know why, every time they passed by the door and saw the monk's gaze looking at them, they always felt uncomfortable, as if their clothes had been seen through by him. So, gradually, no one was dangling in front of Fangzheng.

When everyone dispersed, Fang Zhengze came to Zhao Baolin's side and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the donor." ”

"Thank you, Abbot Fangzheng, by the way, Abbot, look, can you give our family Yuhe and Xiaoran a blessing or something?" Zhao Baolin asked cheekily.

Hearing this, many people looked over, including Han Xiaoran's father Han Kunyan and mother Zhou Shaoxia. The two of them were not villagers near Yizhi Mountain, and they didn't know Fang Zheng, so they asked curiously: "What is the origin of this monk?

"In-laws, you don't know this, Abbot Fangzheng is the most famous monk in our village! If he is willing to bless, it will be a great honor. Zhao Baolin's brother explained.

Han Kunyan and Zhou Shaoxia were slightly stunned, they didn't say anything, but their eyes were full of disdain, and Han Kunyan muttered in his heart: "The foolish people in the mountains and fields actually believe this...... Hehe, if this monk is really blessed, I'm afraid the brand will be smashed. ”

Thinking of this, Han Kunyan and Zhou Shaoxia both showed a hint of mocking smiles.

Zhao Baolin waited nervously for Fang Zheng's answer, in his opinion, blessing is just a gesture, Fang Zheng is usually so easy-going, he will definitely not be stingy.

However......

Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "Donor, the poor monk is afraid that he will not be able to give blessings." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was stunned and actually refused! Fang Zheng, who had always been easy to speak, actually rejected Zhao Baolin! This made everyone completely incomprehensible! However, more people thought that Fang Zheng was taking a stand, looking down on Zhao Baolin, and not giving face.

People live with a face, here, especially pay attention to face, Fang Zheng was at the wedding of Zhao Baolin's son's wedding, but refused to bless Zhao Yuhe, although it was not a slap in the face, but it also made Zhao Baolin, Zhao Yuhe and others disgraced and faceless.

Zhao Baolin's face suddenly became extremely difficult to look at, and more embarrassed.

Zhao Baolin's wife, Chai Hong, hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Abbot Fangzheng, you see, you are the most prestigious mage in our ten miles and eight villages, so give it a blessing." Chai Hong's tone was so soft that she was about to beg......

When everyone saw this, their hearts softened a little, no one watched the excitement, but looked forward to Fangzheng being able to give a blessing.

However, to everyone's astonishment, Fang Zheng shook his head again: "Amitabha, I'm sorry, donor, this blessing, the poor monk can't give it." ”

"This ......" Chai Hong was dumbfounded.

"Monk, you won't bless, right?" Meng Huimei didn't know Fang Zheng either, so naturally she was not polite, and when she saw Chai Hong and Zhao Baolin being dried, she was immediately unhappy, and she sneered.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, who is Fangzheng? The abbot of Yizhi Temple, the owner of Hanzhu, and the master carver! It can be said that the lives of several nearby villages can be improved without Fangzheng! Therefore, everyone is respectful to each other, who would point their noses and mock so facelessly? Meng Huimei said this, which immediately made everyone unhappy!

Meng Huimei didn't care what others thought, she was not a nearby person, she was not afraid of anything, and pointed at Fang Zheng and said: "Monk, you are honest, don't you give blessings? Otherwise, why do you want to refuse? Isn't it just a blessing? What's so difficult? Just a few words, look at what you can! Eat my brother's, take my brother's, don't give a blessing, I've never seen such a stingy person!"

Meng Huimei's mouth was like a machine gun, and it was an indiscriminate bombardment against Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng always looked calm, looking at Zhao Baolin gently, his eyes were as plain as water, as deep as the starry sky, that kind of calm, Zhao Baolin's old face was red. Finally, Zhao Baolin broke out: "Shut up!"

Meng Huimei was stunned for a moment, who was this to shut up? Then she came back to her senses, and it seemed that she was the only one talk......ing!

"Don't say anything, whether the abbot of Fangzheng blesses or not is his business, we can't force him to bless, it's not good. Sister, don't talk about it......" Zhao Baolin said.

"This ......" Meng Huimei didn't expect Zhao Baolin to say such a thing, originally this matter had nothing to do with her, she came out to help Zhao Baolin, but she didn't expect to get the benefits, and she touched a nose of ash, not happy! Very unhappy! Scolding Zhao Baolin? Of course not! Scolding the monk? Looking at Zhao Baolin's appearance, it must not work.

However, Meng Huimei did not mean to give up, but sneered: "Monk, the monks don't speak, you are honest, don't you bless? Otherwise, why don't you bless our family Yuhe?"

It's not swearing, but the tone is like a question.

Zhao Baolin was about to scold her not to say any more, but saw Fang Zheng smile slightly, shook his head and said, "The poor monk will bless." ”

"Then why don't you bless us?" Meng Huimei sneered.

Fang Zheng looked at Meng Huimei's eyes with a smile, those eyes seemed to shine, at a glance, Meng Huimei only felt that her heart was seen through by the other party......

Fang Zheng said: "Poor monks only bless those who are destined, and those who have no fate, how to bless them?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar!

Many relatives of Zhao Baolin's family all stood up.

Although Fangzheng's prestige is not small, but when he said this in front of other people's children's weddings and on the wedding day, who can not be angry and angry?

Han Xiaoran's family also stood up, but their eyes were obviously a little wrong, with a little bit of anger!

Zhao Baolin, who had always wanted to shut up Meng Huimei and go back to sit, was also stunned, then frowned, looked at Fang Zheng very seriously, and said word by word: "Abbot Fangzheng, we respect you, but today is my son Yuhe's birthday." Everyone knows that my son has a hard life, he can't talk or listen to him since he was a child, and no girl wants to marry him. He has been hiding in the corner for more than ten or twenty years, and now he has finally entered the palace of marriage and is finally about to stand up......"

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