Glance at him in surprise.

Jiang Mei is used to pretending to be docile and stupid in front of people, no matter what happens, she will swallow her anger and endure humiliation, but it is rare to scold her today.

However, it seems that since she fell into the bathtub that day, Jiang Meici has always been able to blow up in front of her.

Coupled with the fact that she witnessed the killing of Song Zi'an last time, the young man became more and more bold.

Jiang Mei said lightly, "The county lord misunderstood, I didn't say anything." ”

"Well, I misheard, it was only the dog barking just now." Song Jingshu didn't show weakness and went back.

Jiang Mici gritted her teeth and glanced at her, and snorted coldly, "Childish." ”

The little monk would observe words and looks, and from the conversations of a few people, he deduced that the woman in front of him was the one who could really speak in this group of people.

Seeing that Song Jingshu did not worship, he walked slowly with a sincere expression, "Amitofu, since the donor does not worship, does he want nothing and ask for nothing?" ”

"I don't like to worship that." Song Jingshu reluctantly found a lame excuse.

The little monk admonished softly, "The donor's words are wrong, what you want in your heart, if you don't make it clear to the Buddha, how can the Buddha help you repay your wish?" ”

Song Jingshu said in her heart, there are so many people who say their wishes in the ears of the Buddha every day, and people's ears are so noisy, how can they care about your wishes? What's more, what mortals say in the world, the Buddha only occasionally listens, and usually does not open his ears to listen at all.

To sum it up: what is said is also in vain.

However, most mortals respect immortals, and she is not easy to explain clearly.

I had to ask, "How do you know that the Buddha will definitely help me repay my vows?" ”

The little monk suddenly smiled, "How prosperous the incense money is, how sincere the heart is." If the donor wants to repay his vows as soon as possible, he can donate more sincerity to the Buddha. ”

Song Jingshu: The "......" temple is also so powerful?!

There is so much foreshadowing in the front, and in the end, it is a matter of silver.

Saying that you are willing to do it or not, a fool can hear that this is asking for money in disguise.

If the person who made the wish succeeds in getting his wish, he will donate incense money to the temple again in the name of repaying his wish, in order to seek peace of mind.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, not really wanting to be this fool, "No need, I still believe that everything depends on people." ”

Seeing that the persuasion did not move, the little monk had to turn around and leave.

Before turning around, he looked at Song Jingshu meaningfully for a long moment before turning around with a sigh.

Song Jingshu: "??? "It's like she's dying.

Jiang Meici saw her confused expression, and couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth.

He also didn't believe in Buddhism.

Some people are inconsistent, saying that they are unwilling to believe in fate and want to control their own fate, and on the other hand, they run to the temple to worship the Buddha and ask for wishes, and they can't tell the truth from the false.

He had been living a dark life since he was a child, and had never seen any light, so he scoffed at all things that were light.

Perhaps behind the light, those places that no one sees, are even darker and dirtier than the places that were dark in the first place.

Aunt Shen and the others quickly finished worshipping, and each took the silver from the purse and donated it to the incense box.

Aunt Fang donated the largest amount, which provoked the little monk to repay her blessings again and again: "Madame must be a person with a good fate, and she will be blessed in the future." ”

"Thank you." Aunt Fang bowed her respects, and the Buddhist beads in her hands rotated in an orderly manner.

The crowd walked towards the house.

In fact, it sounds like praying for blessings, but in fact, it is just kneeling in front of the statue and meditating for two hours, copying Buddhist scriptures again, and donating some incense money for peace of mind.

Song Jingshu wanted to escape this inhuman torture, but she was a descendant and couldn't escape, so she was forced to be the leader, kneeling at the front of the team, and meditating with the three masters in red robes.

She folded her fingers, and the three masters read the scriptures in their mouths, while she only cursed.

How numb her knees are, how hard she scolds!

"If you bring this god back to the divine realm, I will definitely cut off your incense and catch you and scold you severely."

"Do you want to kneel down to you?! Hmph, I'm bold, next time I want you to kneel and beg me! ”

"Do you want to help me fulfill my wish? I want to get out of here as soon as possible, can you do it? ”

"Isn't it a panacea? Go and fight against the law, if you can resist the way of heaven, I will obey you, then I will provide you as ancestors for the rest of my life, as long as I can leave this ghost place quickly......"

Jiang Mici knelt beside her, and could only vaguely hear the words "law" and "god".

He turned his head to look at the girl, and sure enough, he was nervous.

With a mouthful of blood in his throat, he quickly clutched his chest and coughed in a low voice, his lips white and white.

The insects made him lose his qi and blood, and his internal strength was greatly damaged, and he was running long distances today, and his body could no longer support it.

Kneeling here for two hours is tantamount to killing yourself.

At that time, the body will definitely fall into the root of the disease.

Jiang Mi secretly urged the remaining internal force to minimize the damage.

Song Jingshu's mind moved slightly, and she waved her hand to the little monk not far away, "He is not in good health, send him aside to rest, don't kneel with us." ”

Kneeling for two hours, Jiang Mi, who didn't say that her body was already bad, even she had to stand unsteadily.

When the time comes, she will cry when she kneels to death.

Although the actor has the ability to resurrect, this resurrection is not a resurrection out of thin air, but a resurrection that escapes from the dead.

What if the law doesn't find a chance for him to escape?

Isn't it just dead!

Jiang Meici looked at her deeply, and when she saw that the girl finished speaking, she continued to close her eyes, and her mouth began to babble again before she withdrew her gaze.

The girl who used to dislike him in every way has recently been much better for him because of love.

A few days ago, he was convinced that it was because of love, but in recent days he has stopped believing it.

Song Jingshu doesn't love him, she just covets her body.

There was a bath bucket to peek at the bath, and then there was a request to touch his legs, and he had to keep up with this aspect.

Two hours later.

Song Jingshu was so tired that she couldn't straighten her legs, so she sat down directly on the cushion, saying that she didn't want to get up anything.

Then there was an excerpt from the scriptures, which was as heavy as half a book.

She was desperate, "Who invented this to highlight 'piety'??" ”

Where is seeking Buddha, it is clearly torturing yourself!

Aunt Shen smiled and said, "The county lord should cherish it." ”

After all, after a while, copying books and kneeling silently will become a luxury.

After copying it, Song Jingshu felt that her hands could not be used.

She shook her hand and watched as the maids presented the scriptures copied by their masters to the abbot, and then the abbot muttered a few words and threw his hand—

Thrown into the fire????

Song Jingshu's face instantly cracked.

I have worked hard to copy the scriptures for more than an hour, and the result is that I use them to prosper?!

Depend on!

What kind of heavenly principle is this? What break the rules?!

It's the Buddha who worships and not the Lord of Yama, who can you bring it to if you burn it?!