Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The young monk then quickly took out the post that the old monk had given him.

Yang Ruoqing took it and saw a few words written on the post: Wang Chen.

"Forget the dust?"

Yang Ruoqing murmured, this name is not very good, not even as interesting as the Buddhist name of the monk in the movie The God of Cookery.

What dust are you forgetting?

They would sit there and interpret the fortune for pilgrims for a fee. When they saw that a particular pilgrim had good luck, they would immediately abandon the other pilgrims and run out to chase the pilgrim and chat him up, with the intention of extorting some money for the incense.

Seeing that the pilgrims were generous, they began to send little monks over to show their goodwill, offering tea and vegetarian meals.

What do you want to do? To raise fat sheep on the pasture? Am I the one who needs your tea and food?

"Master Wangchen is the chief Dharma master of Yingjiang Temple, second only to the abbot!"

"Zen Master Wangchen is well versed in Buddhist scriptures, Vinaya and Buddhism, and is also a compassionate person. I came over from the main hall earlier and saw him teaching and answering questions for pilgrims who were seeking fortune sticks, and showing them the way out of confusion..."

"Whose noble family is this woman from? She is so lucky to have the favor of Zen Master Wangchen!"

"..."

Amid the envious looks and whispers around her, Yang Ruoqing roughly understood that the greedy and snobbish old monk Wangchen not only had a high status in the temple, second only to the abbot, but also Wangchen himself was very famous among the pilgrims!

"Thank you for the invitation, Master Wangchen," Yang Ruoqing said, "It's a coincidence that today is a good day. Our whole family is out for a trip, and there are a large group of people wandering around outside."

"Forget about drinking tea and eating vegetarian food. Come visit me another day when you have time!"

reject?

This woman actually rejected Master Wangchen's invitation? Oh my God, this is impossible!

Can you give us this opportunity?
If Yang Ruoqing could read minds, she would definitely hear the group of people around her shouting in their hearts at this moment.

However, it was a good thing that she couldn't read minds and couldn't hear those voices, because if she did, it would only make her feel ridiculous. These stupid people really pinned their happiness on the guidance of an old monk?
Even Bodhisattvas cannot truly save people from suffering, let alone these spokespersons for gods and Buddhas who are dressed in false cloaks?
Rely on yourself!
The little monk saw that he had released the title of master and had extended an olive branch to Yang Ruoqing, but Yang Ruoqing remained unmoved.

He had no choice but to persuade her with all his heart, as that would be seen as nagging.

Therefore, due to those factors, the little monk had to recite the Buddha's name again, and then pretended to be calm and open-minded and left.

But the gloom in his lowered lips and the hint of gloom in his eyes did not escape Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

There is something wrong with this master and disciple!

She was confused in her heart, but she looked calm. She continued to accompany Fuwa to release the last wave of turtles, and then she and Xiaohua took Fuwa away from Yingjiang Temple.

"Sister, Master Wangchen and his apprentice give me a weird feeling."

After walking out of the temple gate, Xiaohua finally couldn't help it. She turned her head to look at the temple behind her and whispered to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing held the Fuwa in her arms and said without turning her head, "To put it bluntly, they saw the money we donated for incense and the things we released, and they thought we were fat sheep, so they wanted to make friends with us."

As for whether this friendship was made in order to maintain good relations with pilgrims and to obtain a steady stream of long-term incense money for the temple, or whether there were other ideas that would destroy one's worldview, Yang Ruoqing had no idea.

Because her three views have always been there, and have not collapsed. Only those whose three views have collapsed can guess the same thoughts. Although Yang Ruoqing is a bit aggressive and sometimes very strong and overbearing, her three views are positive, so she can't guess, but she can feel uncomfortable, so the best way is to complete the release and quickly take Xiaohua and Fuwa away from Yingjiang Temple.

They should be safe once they leave here, because they will probably only come to this temple once or twice in their lifetime.

"Hey, which way did mother and Aunt He go?" Although it was almost noon, there was still a constant flow of people and vehicles on the street in front of the temple.

Pilgrims usually come to the temple to burn incense in the morning and early afternoon. After lunch, they basically will not come to the temple to burn incense or fulfill their vows.

For this reason, when it was time for lunch, the pilgrims began to leave one after another, and the various shops, restaurants and teahouses on the street in front of the temple became increasingly crowded with customers, and many people chose to eat lunch here before going home.

Xiaohua looked around, but didn't see Sun and his family among the crowd on the street.

Yang Ruoqing was also looking for it, but didn't see it either.

"Sister, how about we go east and west respectively to look for them?" Xiaohua suggested again.

Yang Ruoqing disagreed. "Let's not separate. Let's go to the east first. If we can't find it, we can go back to West Street."

If she still can't find it in the end, there's no need to worry. She can just contact Luo Fengtang, who is resting and drinking tea somewhere nearby, and ask them to come over and look for it together.

Moreover, Yang Ruoqing guessed that Sun and her group must be playing with the children somewhere. The children were so playful that the adults were unable to get away.

Ping'an, Xingwang, Shaoyao, Linglan, and two servants of the He family were also there. With so many people, plus Feng'er, Sun, He, He Lian'er and others, it was a large group. There would be no danger in broad daylight.

As for him and Xiaohua Fuwa, they couldn't separate because they had just been harassed twice in a row by the old monk Wangchen!

Yang Ruoqing was holding Fuwa, and Xiaohua was walking beside them. The two adults and one child were walking towards East Street while looking for something.

There are two types of shops on East Street. Either they are places to eat, or they are shops selling items such as burning incense, fulfilling vows, and consecrating Bodhisattva pendants.

Fuwa took a fancy to a bracelet strung with a red rope and a few off-white beads.

The texture of the beads feels like jade but it is not jade, like stone but it is not stone, and like wood but it is not wood.

There are mottled lines on it, and it feels smooth and warm. There are three beads on it, each of which is the size of a peanut and even emits a faint fragrance.

Fuwa fell in love with it at first sight and clamored to buy it.

Xiaohua then went forward to ask the price.

The shopkeeper had observed the three of them as soon as they entered the store and knew that it was the delicate little girl who wanted it.

"Two hundred coins a string!"

"What? Two hundred wen?"

Xiaohua thought she had heard it wrong and her jaw almost dropped to the ground!
This kind of thing worn by a child, and the price is 200 coins? It's a robbery!

Yang Ruoqing was also happy when she heard the shopkeeper's offer.

"Boss, if you want to rob the customer, just say so directly. Why bother giving the customer a bracelet?"

The shopkeeper also heard Yang Ruoqing's dry humor. Facing the dissatisfaction and sarcasm from customers, the shopkeeper was used to it and responded calmly. He pulled off a bracelet, pointed at the white beads on it and said to Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua: "Look carefully, this is a relic, a treasure!" (End of this chapter)