Just when Zhu Song and the old monk Yuankun were discussing the major things they had planned, the Baosha Temple at this moment also ushered in a big family. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There were several carriages parked steadily in front of the gate of Baosha Temple, and there were more than fifty guards riding tall horses, wearing light armor and straggling long knives around their waists.

There is such a big spectrum, and such a swaggering person, where do the monks of Baosha Temple not know that this is a big customer, if they don't slaughter them fiercely, wouldn't they be sorry for themselves?

So, the monk of the organic spirit hurriedly ran into the meditation room at the back to report it, while on the other side, the monks in the outer courtyard behaved as usual and did not show any abnormality.

Why?

Can't let this big family see the flaws, and then look down on the treasure temple temple, right?

Knock knock!

The monk eagerly knocked on the wooden door of the meditation room, and at the same time said, "Abbot, abbot!" ”

Squeak!

The door of the meditation room was pushed open from the inside, and one of Zhu Song's soldiers showed his head and said, "Why are you so anxious? Don't you know that my lord is in the meditation room? ”

"Huh?" Seeing that it was a soldier, the monk first screamed in surprise, and then remembered that His Royal Highness King Han had come down to Baosha Temple, and hurriedly confessed: "Amitabha, it's the little monk Ji Yue!" ”

"Let him in!" Just as the soldier wanted to send the monk away, Zhu Song's voice came out of the meditation room, "We are just guests, how can we take the lead from the guests?" ”

"Yes, Lord Wang!" The soldier was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Come in!" ”

Entering the meditation room, the monk first quickly observed the meditation room, at this moment there were fourteen people in the meditation room, except for King Han and his subordinates, his own abbot was sitting on the futon with a scab, his eyes slightly closed, very comfortable.

"The little monk has seen King Han Chitose!"

The monk clasped his hands together, first saluted Zhu Song, and then said to Yuan Kun: "Abbot, there is a donor outside, it looks quite generous for the donor, there are about fifty people accompanying him, do you want to receive it personally?" ”

Although there are not a few people who come to Baosha Temple to see fortune tellers, those dignitaries and nobles are extremely low-key, often only with a few accompanying guards, and will not bring so many accompanying people in a high-profile manner.

Most of those who can do this, and dare to do so, are businessmen.

After all, Shinong businessmen and businessmen are the last ones, so these businessmen don't care about extravagance and waste.

No way, there is a lot of silver, capricious!

And it is precisely these businessmen who are the most faithful and generous to the Baosha Temple, and often donate a lot of incense money even once, so this monk will be so eager.

"Don't worry!" Yuan Kun half-squinted his eyes, his face was still indifferent, and said, "Kongqiu, you have been in the temple for ten years, where have you cultivated the Dharma for so many years?" ”

"Amitabha, it's the little monk who has moved his hatred!" The monk named Kongqiu said the Buddha's name, and his face was ashamed.

"Okay, if the donor really came to tell fortunes and look at his face, you can just invite him here in a while!" In front of outsiders and the monks in the temple, Yuan Kun always behaved majesticly.

"Huang San, go out and ask the Jinyi guards who came with us, do you know the origin of the person outside, if you can find out, bring in all the information of the person outside!"

Seeing the monk come out of the meditation room, Zhu Song turned his head and said to Huang San.

In fact, Zhu Song had long known that he was following Jinyiwei behind them, and although he was still a little uncomfortable at the beginning, he felt as if he was being followed.

But then he also figured it out, and he followed if he wanted to, anyway, Mu Su did it for his own safety.

And what about Yuan Kun?

Seeing a doctor pays attention to looking, hearing and asking, in fact, fortune-telling and physiognomy are the same, of course, but compared with Lang's traditional Chinese medicine, these physiognomist are more hidden.

The reason why Zhu Song asked Huang San to go out to investigate was just to sell Yuan Kun a face, so that he could save the steps of looking and hearing.

A slap and a sweet date, Zhu Song used the hearth to perfect the fire.

No, a grateful look immediately appeared on the face of the old monk Yuankun, and when he looked at Zhu Song again, he had a greater sense of belonging.

Not long after, Huang San led a young man wearing coarse cloth clothes who looked extremely ordinary into the meditation room.

"Lord Wang, who is this person?" The image of this young man is too far from the image of Yuan Kun in a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife on his waist and hips, is this Jinyiwei?

Zhu Song didn't pay attention to Yuan Kun, but said to the man: "Tell me everything you know." ”

"Little knock to see the prince!" The young man first saluted Zhu Song, and then said: "Lord Hui Bing, the person outside is named Shen Qianhua, who is from Yin County, Ningbo Prefecture, and this person has a lot ......of wealth in his family, and there are restaurants and cloth villages in our Ming Dynasty."

The young man told Shen Qianhua's situation in every detail, and even said clearly how many women Shen Qianhua raised in the Qinglou.

……

At this moment, the people in the carriage outside finally came to the front of the Baosha Temple under the escort.

Walking at the forefront was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, slightly fat, and beside him were two beautiful women walking in the wind and waving willows.

The two women, holding the arms of the middle-aged man in public, did not shy away from it at all.

Behind the middle-aged man, there is a woman who looks like she is in her twenties, pretty and cute, and her clothes are fresh but noble, but her expression is slightly indifferent.

Behind them were the tall guards, who guarded the safety of the four people in front of them, their eyes glinting.

"Hahaha, is this the Treasure Temple?" The middle-aged man laughed and said: "I have heard the name of Baosha Temple for a long time, but I didn't have the opportunity to come, I must visit Master Yuankun today!" ”

"Oh, sir, this Master Yuankun is not easy to tell fortunes." The beautiful woman holding the middle-aged man's left arm snorted and said, "Depending on the concubine's body, it's better to just take a look." ”

"Yes, sir!" Another glamorous woman, the whole person was attached to the middle-aged man's body, "Come out of here in a while, the concubine still wants to go to the Famen Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha!" ”

"Hmph, two vixens!"

looked at the two beautiful women in front, and the pretty girl in the back looked even more ugly.

"Jiajia, how can you say that about your aunt?" The middle-aged man turned around and scolded the pretty girl, then waved his hand at one of the guards and asked him to hand over the name to the monk at the door.

At this moment, the monk named Kong Qiu came out and saluted everyone: "The host has expected the donor and the two ladies to come, and it has been a long time, please come with the little monk!" ”

The middle-aged man and the two bewitching women glanced at each other, their eyes were full of horror, they didn't report in advance, this unnamed post hadn't been handed out yet, how did this Yuan Kun know that they were coming?

The middle-aged man followed behind Kong Qiu, leading the two bewitching women and the pretty girl straight into the meditation room.

Zhu Song and their figures have long been lost in the meditation room, and only Yuan Kun and a little novice are left.

It is completely different from the situation when Zhu Song entered the meditation room, there is a small incense burner in the meditation room, and a pillar of sandalwood is burned in the incense burner.

Hearing that someone had entered the meditation room, Yuan Kun didn't open his eyes, but said with a flat expression:

"Oh, it must be Lord Shen and the two ladies, huh? It turns out that there is another female benefactor, could it be Miss Shen? Miss Shen, why is there some impatience on your face, are you a little annoyed? Don't worry, come on, Yuanchun, the old monk's jar has a dragon well before the rain, soak a pot for Shen Shizhu! ”

Until this moment, the old monk Yuankun didn't even raise his eyelids, which guessed the identity of Shen Qianhua and the others.

Thinking about it, this is nothing, but to everyone's surprise, he can even feel the expression on the face of Shen Jiayi, that is, Shen Qianhua's daughter, this is also amazing, right? How did he know?

In an instant, Shen Qianhua and his two wives were convinced of Yuan Kun.

Shen Jiayi's attitude was different from her father's, and the girl said with a sneer on her face:

"In my opinion, you, the great monk, are clearly pretending to be a ghost. It must have been you who inquired about our identities in advance, so you deliberately showed it off so that you could gain our trust, so I don't believe you! ”

This Miss Shen is a straightforward person, and she is not afraid of offending Yuan Kun if she has anything to say.

Hearing Shen Jiayi's words, Yuan Kun was not angry, presumably in her opinion, it was really a loss of identity to deal with a little girl.

Opening his eyes, he first glanced at the people in the meditation room, and Yuan Kun smiled faintly: "Believe it or not, it all depends on Miss, the old monk is just telling the truth." ”

The old guy is really good at thinking about people's hearts, although he said this very indifferently, he still faintly showed that the monks didn't care.

But in fact, it's clearly saying, whether you believe it or not, anyway, I said it, and it's still the truth, what can you do?

This is a kind of self-confidence, and people without self-confidence don't have the courage to say this!

"Cut!" The corners of Shen Jiayi's ruddy mouth twitched slightly, but she didn't continue to speak.

Shen Qianhua turned his head and glared at Shen Jiayi, bowed to Yuan Kun who was sitting on the futon and said: "The little girl collided with the master between her words, and Qianhua was unable to discipline her, please don't be surprised by the master!" ”

"Amitabha!" Yuan Kun said the Buddha's name, shook his head slightly, and said: "The Buddha has no appearance, and all living beings have no appearance, so all living beings are Buddhas, how can poor monks blame the Buddha?" ”

"Master Gaoyi!" Shen Qianhua was in awe.

Yuan Kun stretched out his hand and pointed to a few futons in front of him, and said, "Master Shen, Miss Shen, please sit down and talk!" ”

"Master Xie!" Shen Qianhua dragged his daughter's clothes and forcibly pulled her to sit on the futon. (To be continued.) )