Because the monks all knew Qian Manguan, it was Feng Qianyue who followed her all the way unhindered to the backyard of Laiyin Temple.

Outside the gate of Master Huiyuan's small courtyard, there were two other warrior monks guarding it. Although Qian Manguan is a frequent visitor, he still has to spread the word about bringing others in.

After the warrior monk passed the word, he promised to take one person in the money, so as not to disturb the master Qingning.

Feng Tianyue wanted to handle this matter privately, so naturally she had no objection, so she went into the house with Mangong.

"This is Master Huiyuan."

"I've seen the master."

Even the emperor has to be polite, Feng Tianyue can't slack off. He bowed to him and looked at him.

The master's appearance was the same as she had imagined, with a long white beard and a withered face. Sit on the futon, not moving.

She didn't understand, could these monks be able to fill their stomachs by chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha every day? How can you meditate all the time?

"Master, this is a confidant and friend of Slam, and the princess of King Xian. I came here this time to do the master a small favor. ”

Qian Manguan didn't know what Feng Qianyue was talking about, but Feng Tingyue was powerful and powerful, so it was naturally impossible to find Huiyuan to help her with what she couldn't do.

Huiyuan's eyes widened, blazing. The whole person looked a little more energetic.

"I wonder what the old man can do to help the donor?"

His voice was dry and hoarse, tearing, and at first glance it sounded a little uncomfortable.

"I came here today to ask the master to recite a Sutra of Past Lives for my father, and then bring a tablet back to the house to worship."

"I wonder what to write on the tablet?"

As soon as he asked, Feng Tianyue was stunned. Her family and country are dead, and she doesn't know what to write. After a period of confusion, I finally made a decision.

"It's just a father."

When Huiyuan heard Feng Tianyue say this, he glanced at her meaningfully, nodded and said, "Father, it's a good word." ”

After speaking, he closed his eyes again and went down.

He knocked on the wooden fish, and kept spitting out astringent and inexplicable words in his mouth. It's hard to understand.

He must be chanting, right? Feng Qianyue thought in her heart, and didn't dare to ask out loud to disturb him.

Qian Manguan quietly pulled Feng Tianyue aside and motioned for her to sit on the futon beside the master. is a father who has passed away, and he should also talk about his own thoughts.

Feng Tianyue can't chant scriptures. I had to learn from Master Huiyuan, sit with my hands folded and my eyes closed, and listen to him chanting.

Qian Manguan also went to another futon and sat down, waiting for Huiyuan to finish reciting the scriptures.

After a long time, Huiyuan opened his eyes. asked Feng Qianyue: "Did you bring a god card?" ”

Feng Tianyue was asked, a little confused. When Hui Yuan saw her like this, he knew that she didn't have anything with her.

Fortunately, there are often things to help people set up signs in the temple, so Huiyuan got up and took a piece of red paint from the room.

He looked skinny and weak, but his hands were very strong. Between a few flips with a carving knife in hand, a parent character has been formed.

He placed the tablet on the table and found a black cloth to cover it.

"Is there anything else the donor is going on?"

Hearing his inquiry, Feng Tianyue gave another blessing, shook her head and thanked: "It's already proper, there is Master Lao." ”

"It's just a gesture. The old man also has a thing to ask for money to behold. I don't know if it's possible? ”

Qian Manguan was suddenly puzzled, why did he mention himself for no reason?

"If the master has something to say, you might as well say it directly."

What Huiyuan wanted to say was not something secret, but he opened his mouth in front of Feng Tianyue.

"The old man wants to entrust Zhiming to you, I don't know what you think?"

Hearing him say this, Qian Manguan was even more confused.

Master Huiyuan has only nine Buddhist disciples, and although Zhiming is the youngest among them, he has a very high level of understanding. He was only a few months old when he was picked up by Huiyuan, and he was nurtured by Buddhism all day long. Now that nearly eight years have passed, how could you suddenly think of entrusting him to yourself?

"He has enlightened the Tao so well, how can the master have such thoughts? He has a lot of excuses. But he was a man of great wisdom. How can I let him follow a vulgar man like me? ”

Although Qian Manguan said that he wanted Master Huiyuan to send Zhiming away, now he is helping him say good things.

"The money donor is humble, the money donor is a rare person in the world who understands, and the old man admires it very much."

"I'm just an early riser. Opportunistic businessmen. The master is really wrong to say this. ”

Regarding Qian Mangong's words, Huiyuan smiled silently. If she was really a treacherous businessman who wanted to make profits, she would not have formed a good relationship with Buddhism for a few years.

She has purified thousands of sentient beings in the name of Buddhism, and she is really a person of great benevolence and righteousness. How can such a person who is not known for his goodness be regarded as a vulgar person.

"He has excellent understanding, but he has no connection with Buddhism. Since he lusts for the world. can only get what they want. ”

Zhiming is still young, so he is naturally greedy and playful. is such a half-grown child, how can there be any greed for Hongchen.

Qian Manguan wanted to persuade him, but Huiyuan said again: "What the heart wants should be the place to return." If the slam donor can't fulfill him, the old man doesn't force it. ”

Qian Manguan saw that he was hard-hearted, and he had no choice but to agree.

Still said that he didn't force it, isn't this obviously forcing it on her? This little bit can be regarded as something she watched grow up, so how can she not take care of him?

"The old man has thanked the donor here."

Huiyuan was about to bow down to thank him, but he was helped back by Qian Mangong.

"Master, don't bother me, since I agreed, I will naturally take care of him. I wonder when the master plans to let him go with me? ”

Huiyuan took the idea in an instant. "Just today."

This monk really has no desires and no desires. I raised people for eight years, but I didn't have any feelings, saying that I would send people away, and I didn't have the slightest nostalgia to say goodbye.

It's hard to make money at this time, in case Zhiming told her with tears in her eyes that she wouldn't leave, she really didn't have anything to do with him.

What do you want her to say? It's really sad.

Feng Tianyue installed the tablet with black cloth, then said goodbye to Huiyuan and left.

When the two came out, Yan Bin had already bought the sugar gourd and sent it to the backyard. At this time, Zhiming is holding sugar gourds in both hands, and he is very happy to eat.

Slam didn't know how to open his mouth to him, so he had to act like normal and yelled at him: "You little bastard, you only know how to eat all day long." Your master can't support you, so now he sold you to me. ”

Zhiming was stunned by Qian Manguan's words, and the sugar gourd in his hand fell to the ground.

He came back to his senses and shouted at Qian Mangong: "You don't want to trick me, I don't believe you will do such a loss-making transaction." ”

"Hey, you stinky boy. I want you to go to my house to wash and mop the floor, and you will raise you for nothing! ”

Zhiming knew that Qian Manguan didn't mean to abuse him, but he understood that what she said about leaving was true.

With tears in his eyes, he stumbled into the house. (To be continued.) )