Ask for a commuter pass!

Hongyi first called out silently, "Sister", and then shouted, "Little donor." ”

Hold Feifei and walk down quickly.

Xun Xiang got off the sedan chair and walked up, and shouted instructed, "Look at the road, don't fall." ”

Getting closer, Xun Xiang compared his height, taller, thinner, darker, and calmer.

Xun Xiang said distressedly, "Lost a lot of weight, it's the road?" ”

The little monk said, "Poor monks don't work hard, it's the people of Li who work hard." The poor monks have seen a lot along the way, and most of the people are really not easy. They toiled day and night, and some of them still didn't have enough to eat.

"Especially in Jiangzhou, where the ground is shaking, many people have died, and there are still officials who dare to deduct the grain money for the earthquake...... The poor monk also wanted to save people, but the master and his brothers would not allow me to come close. Amitabha. ”

Xun Xiang felt that except for the "poor monk" and "Amitabha", the words were not like what the monk said, but the prince who was worried about the country and the people. He has seen the suffering of the people, cares about the people, hates corrupt officials, if he can really be the emperor, he must be a benevolent monarch.

Xun Xiang said, "The master must see that you are small, and he is afraid that you will be too sick." Study hard now, and then save people when you have great skills."

The little monk nodded, "The poor monk thinks the same way, the poor monk master has saved many people......"

Xun Xiang smiled, "I brought ice cream and ice cream that you haven't eaten." ”

The little monk laughed, "The poor monk master has calculated that the little donor will bring delicious ice cream and snacks today, and he hasn't drunk or eaten since last night." ”

The big dimple is like a sister with a rice and red cotton. His facial features, only this pair of dimples resemble the Mi family. The eyes are a little like the emperor, and you can't see it if you don't pay attention.

Xun Xiang said, "You can't eat too much of this thing, eating too much will hurt your stomach." ”

The little monk was embarrassed to say that the master had already drunk the decoction in advance, but said, "The poor monk master is in good health. ”

He lied to his sister, and he pursed his lips embarrassedly.

Everyone entered the gate and walked to the back of the hall, and the little monk talked about what he had seen and heard along the way.

Before coming to the Zen courtyard, the young monk guarding the door invited Jiang Xi and others to rest in the pavilion, and took the food box and wooden barrel in the hands of Yuhuan and the guards.

In the meditation room, two monks sat cross-legged on the kang, one was Master Mingyuan, and the other was the abbot of Renhui.

Abbot Renhui is still so white and fat, and there is still red in the white, and he is very embarrassed for his greed.

Master Mingyuan has lost weight and darkened, and the wrinkles on his face appear to be more and deeper, and he has lost a little bit of the "fairy energy" of the past.

He sniffed and kept staring at the barrel that the young monk had placed on the table.

Xun Xiang took out five ice creams first, and Master Mingyuan gave one to Master Huiren and Hongyi, and he himself had three.

Xun Xiang was afraid that it would be bad for him to eat too much, so he reminded, "There are more delicious ones in the back." ”

Master Mingyuan gave another to Abbot Hui Ren.

The abbot of Hui endured the old blushing, embarrassed for himself and embarrassed for the master, and couldn't help but accept it.

After they finished eating, Xun Xiang took out five small bowls of ice cream. The red ice cream is served in a small white porcelain bowl, which is very beautiful.

The old monk looked happy, and pushed a bowl each to Master Huiren and the little monk, and he ate three bowls alone.

After the little monk finished eating, the little pink tongue stretched out and licked his mouth, and his eyes stared at the ice cream in front of the old monk.

He hadn't eaten enough.

Master Huiren stood up and took his leave.

After the old monk finished eating two bowls, he felt that he couldn't eat anything else if he ate his stomach any more, so he pushed the bowl of fastened ice cream to the little monk.

Xun Xiang opened the food box again, and the old and young monks each ate two pieces.

The old monk teased Feifei for a while, and asked the little monk to take Feifei out to play.

He said to Xun Xiang, "Amitabha, Lao Na used a gourd ginseng on this trip, and used up the remaining purple dragon molt. This is not only Lao Na saving the world, but also accumulating virtue for the little benefactor.

"Little donor, can you give Lao Na another three inches of purple dragon molt? Rest assured, Lao Na will not let the female donor suffer, and allows the female donor to ask a question. The problem should not be too tricky, and there are some things that Lao Na cannot tell the truth. ”

If the old monk asked for gourd ginseng, Xun Xiang really wouldn't give it again, and she would keep it to save the people she wanted to save. It's not that she has no sympathy, but that there are too many people in the world to save it, and she can only save those she wants to save.

The purple snake has shed a lot, and he gave the old monk four inches before, saved Ding Pandi by one inch, and was ready to save Mama Song by one inch, and half an inch was used to make paste and treat Dong Ping's face, and there were nearly fifty-one inches left.

A problem of exchanging a three-inch purple dragon for an old monk is worth it. The old monk exchanged this question for three lives, and it was worth it.

Xun Xiang said, "Okay, deal." The master allowed me to ask a question, I would like to ask the prince of the Great Li Dynasty......"

Before she could finish speaking, the old monk waved his hand and said, "Lao Na said that the question should not be too tricky, and Lao Na cannot answer this question." Lao Na is a monk, and it is inconvenient for Lao Na to say much about the disputes in the world.

"In order for the common people in the world to suffer less suffering, what the greedy monk can do is to save the people who should be saved."

The "person who should be saved" in his mouth, Xun Xiang not only thought of the little monk, but also thought of the old monk who went to Xiangxi and used a gourd ginseng, perhaps just to save the person he should save. can let the old monk travel thousands of miles to rescue, this person's identity is definitely not simple.

Xun Xiang didn't really want to ask that question, because she knew that the old monk wouldn't answer. She actually wanted to ask another question, but she was afraid that the old monk would refuse, so she asked that question first to get to the bottom of it.

Xun Xiang said again, "The master also said that the purple snake is not a mortal thing, and if he asked me three inches, he should always say a valuable question." I don't talk about the court, only about relatives.

"Concubine Li, the biological mother of my third emperor's uncle King Qi, is said to be a femme fatale and will take revenge and kill her relatives who helped her. She's pretending to be a white rabbit now, which doesn't fit her character, and I wonder if she'll end up well. ”

She wanted to know about King Qi. But when the king of Qi was involved in the court, he asked his biological mother. I hope that through Concubine Li's situation, I can analyze the future of King Qi.

The old monk was still reluctant to say, "Lao Na has never seen that person, how can I calculate her end." ”

Xun Xiang said, "I know her birthday. ”

She specifically asked Mrs. Dong, of course, not about Concubine Li's birthday, but about the birth date of the woman who killed her sister. Maybe Mrs. Dong had already guessed something and gave it happily.

Xun Xiang pointed to a position on the left corner of his mouth and said, "Concubine Li, there is a small black mole here, so big." ”

She took out a portrait of Concubine Li, which was extremely realistic, like a real person.

She knows that a person's face is important, and moles in key locations are even more important. Some are vigorous, some are moldy.

The location and size of the small mole she drew is absolutely the same as the real thing.

The old monk was happy, "Amitabha, I want to bargain for some money from a small benefactor, but it's not easy." (End of chapter)