"Master, you are an immortal, a living immortal! My girl has been a beauty since she was a child, and she was picked into the house by the county lord when she was six years old, you don't know, my girl was picked out from more than 20 children, she has been in the house since she was a child, wearing silk and satin, and her fingers are not touched by the spring water, which is more expensive than the young lady of an ordinary big family. ”

Speaking of her daughter, Xiang Zhuniang's face lit up, and she is now just waiting for her daughter to be an aunt to her son.

"It's a pity, alas, it's a pity." The monk sighed and shook his head, his face full of helplessness.

The monk is also helpless?

Xiang Zhuniang's heart sank, now that there is no man and no son, she can only count on her daughter.

In the past, their family also relied on their daughter, and of course it will be in the future.

"It's a pity that although the lotus flower is good, it only blooms in the pond, if you want to keep it in that rich tank, it is ......" The monk sighed again.

At this moment, a little girl ran from afar, and the little girl ran closer and closer, and the bell on her wrist jingled, which was very pleasant.

When she got closer, the little girl looked surprised and saluted the monk: "Master, it's really you, Amitabha, thanks to the first day of the first month of last month, the slave family gave 1,000 taels of silver in Guangji Temple, and the Buddha appeared and let the slave family see the master." ”

The little girl wept with joy and began to cry with a whimper.

Xiang Zhuniang was really startled when she heard the little girl say that she had given a thousand taels of silver to Guangji Temple.

Oh my God, a thousand taels!

She went to the temple to offer incense, and at most donated ten big money at a time, no wonder the Buddha did not show her spirit.

Xiang Zhuniang couldn't help but look at the little girl in front of her, she used to be in the Ping'an Hou Mansion, although she was only a rough envoy in charge of sprinkling and sweeping, but the ladies and ladies have also seen a lot, so at a glance, she can estimate how much this little girl's outfit is worth.

Although the clothes are good materials, they are nothing, at most twenty taels, but the bead flower on her head, the largest bead in the middle is Dongzhu!

With such a large and flawless Dongzhu, she only saw Lord Minghui wear it.

And this little girl just ran all the way, and there was no maid behind her, so she was not afraid of dropping the beads to the ground?

Ouch, this little girl is amazing, she is not from an ordinary big family.

The monk smiled slightly, and said to the little girl: "The girl can be reunited with her family, this is the manifestation of the Buddha, and the girl does not have to be counted as a poor monk." ”

"Of course, this is the credit of the master, if it weren't for the master's guidance for the slave family, the slave family would not be able to find a family in this life, and now maybe he is still working as a maid for the girl in Rouge Lane."

Speaking of this, the little girl wiped her tears with a handkerchief, which was soft and soft, and when she held it in her hand, it was like a bunch of cigarettes, which made the little girl even more beautiful.

Xiang Zhuniang didn't dare to come out when she heard it, my God, this little girl was originally from Rouge Alley.

Although they are all maids, there is a difference of 108,000 miles between those who serve as maids for those dusty women and those like her daughters.

This monk actually helped the little girl find her family?

A serious girl would not be sold to that kind of place, and this little girl was abducted nine times out of ten.

Looking at her dress, she must have been born in a rich and noble family, my God, the sky can't fall such a big cake.

With just a few words of guidance from a monk, the sparrow turned into a phoenix?

"Master, which temple are you placing an order in now, the little woman told her family that she wants to go to that temple to mold the golden body of the Buddha and Bodhisattva and accumulate merit for you." The little girl was grateful.

"Amitabha, the poor monk wanders the world, just to show the way for those who are destined, this is the merit of the poor monk." The monk said modestly.

"Yes, yes, it's the little woman who is abrupt, the master is the reincarnation of Maitreya, she is kind and charitable, and she has saved countless people, and the little woman will build bridges and pave the way in the future and make good connections." The little girl folded her hands together and bowed down again.

The monk bowed: "The road ahead of the little benefactor is flat, and there is no need for poor monks to guide the way." ”

The little girl was overjoyed, kowtowed again and again, and then got up and walked away step by step.

Seeing that the little girl was gone, Xiang Zhuniang hurriedly said: "Master, you can also show me the way, the little woman's old son has already died, and there is no need to look for it, you can show the little woman the way in the future, how can I let my daughter be an aunt to my son." ”

The monk smiled incomprehensibly and said, "Ling Yan is blessed with profound blessings, and she has long been a half-master, but she is burdened by blood relatives, so she can't see the way forward." ”

"Blood relatives? The little woman swore to heaven that I looked forward to her being an aunt every day, and did not dare to cause trouble for her. Xiang Zhuniang said.

"Ling Yan's blood relatives are not only the female benefactor." The monk said.

"I'm not the only one? Yes, and my dead man, and my miserable son. Speaking of the last sentence, Xiang Zhuniang's tone changed, and she was about to cry again.

"When they were alive, they often asked my daughter to help them, but now that they are gone, why do they still drag my daughter down?" Xiang Zhuniang was puzzled.

"They are Ling Yan's blood relatives, and now they are in the underworld, they don't want to drag her down, but their unjust creditors don't agree, alas, it's a pity that the lotus fairy is rich and noble, and she will also be burdened by the unjust soul! Burdened by unjust souls! ”

The monk said twice in a row, "the soul is tired", and the voice was sad and vicissitudes, like an evening bell and a dusk drum, which made people feel that they could not see the past.

"Burdened by grievances?" Xiang Zhuniang's face turned pale, she was originally a spicy market woman, but now she is like a timid little daughter-in-law, shrunk and trembled.

"Master, what should I do? You are the reincarnation of a Buddha and Bodhisattva, and you must save our orphans and widows. Xiang Zhuniang begged bitterly.

The monk sighed, looking at Xiang Zhuniang's eyes full of compassion.

"Let's go, now, alas, I still don't want it, the female donor goes back to cultivate her mind, and the others are all things outside the body, so don't think about it." The monk waved his hand, obviously not wanting to care.

Don't want to care?

This monk can make a lowly little girl who can't be more lowly turn into a high-ranking daughter, my girl just wants to be an aunt, such a little request, this monk didn't agree?

You want money, right?

Xiang Zhuniang has never seen anything, a real liar fake liar half a bucket of water liar, she has seen a lot, otherwise she would not have seen through the kid who came today at a glance is a fake.

It doesn't look like this monk is fake, but his desire for money is real.

"Master, you name a number, how much silver can you crack?" Xiang Zhuniang asked.

The monk shook his head: "The poor monk doesn't take anything, just to accumulate merit, and when the merit is full, the poor monk can sit and ascend to heaven and get the correct Dharma position." ”

"You really don't want money?" Xiang Zhuniang asked again.

"Don't." The monk said.