Ordinary people will be unlucky after finding out that this is borrowing life money, and throw it back, and they will never accept it, but Shi Ling has it all in his pocket.

The little money is so fragrant, how can it be unlucky? There is also a portrait of a great man on it, how can you just throw it around.

Shi Ling counted after picking it up, his eyes were shining, "Wow, there are more than 5,000, and sure enough, the satisfaction of counting cash is not available in online banking." Father-in-law, if you see this kind of money anywhere in the future, remember to ask me to pick it up. ”

Xi Jin was a little speechless, "Are you so short of money after you were kicked out of Shi's house?" ”

Shi Ling: "It's missing." Who is afraid of money? ”

Xi Jin was slightly silent. He heard Su Zhe'an say that Shi Ling is now an Internet celebrity anchor with millions of fans, and someone rewards her every live broadcast, even if she doesn't accept advertisements, she won't be short of money. Of course, the consumption level of Internet celebrities is still not comparable with that of wealthy daughters.

Thinking like this, Xi Jin actually had a moment of conscience, and felt that he should not have broken the marriage contract for the sake of justification, and used Luo Yuan to drive Shi Ling out of Shi's house. Shi Ling didn't look very good at his brain, if it wasn't for psychic, he probably wouldn't be able to survive when he left.

Xi Jin's rare kind suggestion: "There is a temple outside the north gate, the incense is very good, and there are often patients and family members who go there to worship the Buddha and make vows." This money was picked up to affect the fortune and donated as sesame oil money, so that they could borrow their lives from the Buddha. ”

But Shi Ling was rebellious: "No, I have accumulated virtue and done good deeds all my life, this is what I deserve." ”

Xi Jin: "......" is hard to persuade damn ghosts.

Shi Ling went out from the north gate of Xiguang Hospital, and sure enough, he saw a temple with good incense, called the Disaster-free Temple.

Because of its geographical advantages, the disaster-free temple is close to Xiguang Hospital, and its name is auspicious, so all patients and family members who come to Xiguang Hospital for medical treatment will come here to worship and ask for a disaster-free disaster.

However, Shi Ling felt that the disaster-free temple did not have the feeling of an ancient temple, and the building materials were brightly colored, and there was no sense of simplicity and obsolescence. Modern ticket inspection management is implemented at the entrance, and there are incense sticks and candles with clearly marked prices in the automatic cash register, as well as cultural and creative ice cream and amulets from the disaster-free temple.

She went in with curiosity to take a look, and paid a hundred yuan for the ticket.

"It's really a Buddha who has a yuan."

Shi Ling sighed lightly, took a bundle of incense sticks as a gift, and was about to enter the Buddha hall to worship, but his eyes were attracted by the large golden ginkgo trees outside the Buddhist temple. Many tourists are taking pictures of the ginkgo biloba and the Buddha hall.

Most of the temples are planted with ginkgo, and some ancient temples even have a thousand-year-old ginkgo. Ginkgo biloba will bear fruit in 20 years.

However, Shi Ling looked at it, and almost none of the ginkgo trees in the Disaster-Free Temple had white fruits, and even the tallest ones had no fruits.

Shi Ling sighed softly, "This temple is a bit young, it's only been less than twenty years, how do you feel that it hasn't been built as long as Xiguang Hospital?" ”

A slightly sarcastic voice came from the side, "Because the Disaster-Free Temple was deliberately built next to Xiguang Hospital, so that there is a lot of traffic and incense." ”

Shi Ling turned his head and saw a little monk in a gray monk's robe.

The little monk looked like a primary school student, with a round bald head, and he looked very good-looking, but his face was not kind and kind, and even a little cynical, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were about to be torn off.

Shi Ling was surprised, "Why do you say that about your temple?" ”

The little monk instantly exploded and glared at her: "This broken temple is not my temple!" I am a monk of Fanning Temple! Our Fanning Temple is the oldest ancient temple in Yuncheng, so far more than 1,000 years, built on Fanning Mountain, it is not this kind of more than ten years, in order to collect wealth to build a broken temple can be compared! ”

(End of chapter)