After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 119 Intimacy

Ji Shan sighed, the location of this wonton shop is very good, every direction is built on the idea, surrounded by toon trees, as the old saying goes, there was a big toon in ancient times, with eight thousand years as the spring, Eight thousand years old is autumn, and looking at the pattern of praying for longevity engraved on the table, you know it is a good place, no wonder the business is very good, however, the Wang couple are full of a strong evil spirit.

He put down the white water bowl in his hand and got up.

Seeing the master coming, Mrs. Wang saluted quickly, forced a smile on her face and said, "Master, have you finished drinking the water? The situation at home is not very good, and there is no way to donate sesame oil money. I hope the master will forgive me."

Jishan shook his head, handed over a piece of Buddha beads that had been opened on his body, and said, "The poor monk did not do it for the sesame oil money. He just wanted to tell the benefactor that what happened in the shop was by no means accidental, but that your youngest son picked it up on the road a month ago. The paper money violated the taboo, and the people in the underground want your life. Fortunately, you are blessed and have this shop, so you escaped unharmed, but you will lose your money one after another, and let the people around you suffer On the evil spirit."

"So when you go home today, you must burn the paper money, pay homage three times, and then bury the paper ashes and prayer beads under the banyan tree closest to your house, and offer melons and fruits for three days, and the disaster will be resolved."

Wang's mouth opened slightly: "How do you know that my son picked up paper money?!"

Children are ignorant and can't tell the difference between paper money and bank notes. A month ago, they picked up a paper money on the road and clamored to buy candy.

Being lectured by her and her husband, asking him to throw out the paper money, even the neighbors in the neighborhood didn't know about it.

Ji Shan didn't explain much, he put the Buddhist beads in front of the other party's table, then turned around and left with Song Yao and his party who were full.

I wanted Song Yao to think about ways to make up for it.

Who would have thought that Song Yao looked Ji Shan up and down, making his scalp numb, and then clapped his hands and said: "Amazing, Ji Shan! No wonder people in the world say that the host is a holy monk, who knows metaphysics very well, and will give people Good or bad, you are his disciple, and you solved the trouble at the wonton shop with just a few words... How about it, if you really want to make it up to me, why not teach me how to tell fortunes?"

Her eyes can see good and bad, and she knows some facial features, but it's just not as good as the kind that can figure out why the other party is unlucky and frowning.

The master leads the door, and it is up to the individual to live and die. As a freed apprentice, Jishan has the right to accept apprentices on his own, but: "Female benefactors, there are also rules for fortune-telling. The master accepts the poor monk because he sees that the poor monk is quite wise. You can tell at a young age, you can't just see the poor monk's current scenery, fortune-telling requires hard work, and even if you can endure hardship, you may not be suitable for this line of work."

Over the years, Ji Shan has always wanted to take in an apprentice, but he has never met a suitable one.

Ordinary people can't feel the aura of this world, so they can't be his disciples at all.

And it is rare to meet one who can feel the aura of heaven and earth in a few years.

Seeing that Ji Shan was still persuasive and persuasive, Song Yao firmly said: "You teach me what should be taught, and what I don't learn will be my ability. You are welcome!"

Ji Shan didn't expect that Song Yao would really want to learn this kind of thing from him if he didn't become a good lady.

But learning also has its benefits, at least it can settle karma, right?
He pursed his lips, his attitude relaxed, "Such a big matter, do you want to discuss it with your parents?"

Those who understand fortune-telling will mostly have five disadvantages and three disadvantages in numerology.

"Widowed, widowed, lonely, lonely, disabled, money, life, power".

He was born lonely and widowed.

Both parents died, and before entering Buddhism, the only fiancée was murdered by an adulterer and died, and was taken into Lingyin Temple by the master.

A person's fate is predetermined by the heavens, and fortune-telling for others is a matter of changing one's fate against the heavens. If you fight against the heavens, you will lose your life.

Most people don't let their children learn these things.

Song Yao is only 13 years old. Before she gets married, she has to ask her parents about many things.

Unexpectedly, Song Yao shook her head and said seriously: "I can decide my own affairs, and I don't need anyone to intervene."

Ji Shan thought it was just a matter of taking some time to teach Song Yao, so he said, "Your Majesty wants the poor monk to go to the palace to discuss Buddhism. When the poor monk has nothing to do, he will live in the Laifu Inn, and the female benefactor can come to the inn to find the poor monk."

Then, he went back to the inn and took out a few books and said: "This is what the poor monk gave to the poor monk when he entered the master's school. The poor monk learned from these books in the first place. The female benefactor can take it Take a look, and ask the poor monk if you don’t understand.”

Jishan set his relationship with Song Yao as one of exploring knowledge, and did not ask Song Yao to be a teacher.

First of all, he is a monk, and Song Yao is the Miss Song Mansion, not a monk.Secondly, if Song Yao really has the fate of a phoenix, how can he be his master, this will shorten his life!

"The host's things must be good things! The elders don't dare to resign, so I will be disrespectful!" She just wanted to eat a wonton, but she didn't expect to find a big deal when she went out!

The girl bid farewell to Jishan, holding the book, and ran happily to the mansion with her brother.

The long street is noisy and lively.

Not far away, several gorgeous carriages passed by the official road.

A pair of jade hands raised the curtain of the car.

It can be seen that there is a lady wearing silk and satin in the car. Although the clothes are luxurious, she is not ostentatious. A purple gauze dress is worn on her body, shining like a starry sky, making her white as snow Skin appears more radiant.

At this time, he put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes, and glanced at a petite figure inadvertently. Although he didn't see the face, he could feel the lively and youthful aura on the other person.

She tugged at the sleeve of the young man beside her, "Hurry up, hurry up, I want to go home and read!"

Even the voice is very pleasing to the ear.

Su Miao looked at it, unconsciously in a good mood, and smiled slightly.

She seldom pays attention to a strange child, especially she has three sons and a daughter, both sons and daughters, why can she feel a sense of intimacy from that back?
It’s weird.

Thinking of this, she looked away reluctantly.

***
On the other side, the Song Mansion.

After lunch, Song Jinse wanted to go to the old lady's yard to talk with the old lady for various reasons.

However, Mrs. Song felt very comfortable after taking the medicine given by Song Yao, and she took a rest early when she felt sleepy.

However, when she was halfway through her afternoon nap, she suddenly felt difficult to breathe, her whole body was hot, and overwhelming discomfort swept over her.

Mrs. Song felt that she had never been so uncomfortable in her life. She was a little wronged and wanted to cry, but her throat was sweet in a daze, she vomited a big mouthful of blood, and lay on the bedside to retch.

Song Jinse was the first to notice something was wrong, she heard a "boom".

Pushing open the door, she saw Mrs. Song rolling off the bed.

(End of this chapter)