Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 30 It Was You
Xie Cijiu raised his eyebrows, "Is this master talking about me?"

The old man nodded: "Yes."

"But I don't believe in Buddhism." Xie Cijiu held the flower pot and looked up at the direction of the bell, "What is the moon bell?"

"You don't have to believe in the Buddha to have a relationship with the Buddha. The donor is a person with wisdom roots, and he is born with a deep relationship with the Buddha."

"Where did the master see it?" Xie Cijiu smiled, and said self-deprecatingly: "An eminent monk once said that I lacked the seven emotions and was naturally cold. Isn't this a contradiction?"

The old man shook his head: "No, the moon clock has been handed down since ancient times. It is very spiritual. If it is not for someone who is destined to come, it will not move or ring."

He said with emotion: "The poor monk grew up here since he was a child, and he has never heard the bell ring. Today is the first time he has experienced it."

Xie Cijiu is silent, is it so outrageous?

Yan Zhihui poked out the leaves and took a look. The moon clock stood in the pavilion halfway up the mountain. There was no one around, but the clock swayed gently and rang in the wind.

He used his spiritual sense to investigate, and he really sensed a bit of divinity. The person who made this clock must not be a mortal.

"Master, my princess is here to stay overnight. I wonder if your meditation room is enough here?"

Seeing the old man staring at Xie Cijiu very eagerly, Yinshuang was afraid that he would persuade Xie Cijiu to become a monk and interrupt their conversation in a hurry.

"So that's how it is. All benefactors, please come with the poor monk." The old man didn't force it, and led the way with a smile.

"Thank you, Master." Xie Cijiu nodded at him, and led Jiang Lu and the others to the back mountain with the old man.

Liuyun Temple was originally not so big, but over the years there have been more and more people, and the imperial court allocated money to expand it.

The meditation room occupies a huge area, let alone 130 of them, 100 people are more than enough.

"The female benefactor lives in the east courtyard, and the male benefactor lives in the west courtyard."

The old man pointed and said: "If there are guards, they can only guard outside the courtyard, so as not to disturb the nobles in the courtyard."

"Okay." Xie Cijiu nodded and said to Jianglu and the others, "Go to the west courtyard to rest, you don't need to guard."

"Yes, the princess is careful."

Jiang Lu didn't hesitate at all, he turned around and left with his people, Murong Wen hesitated for a moment, and followed.

The old man asked Xie Cijiu: "Almsgiver, you and my Buddha are so predestined, why don't you go to the hall to ask for a lottery?"

Xie Cijiu was puzzled: "What do you want?"

"Amitabha, it is natural to seek what is in the heart."

Xie Cijiu shook his head: "What I think in my heart is not that gods and Buddhas can be saved, that's all."

"The benefactor is open-minded, since this is the case, the poor monk bids farewell."

"Master walk slowly."

Xie Cijiu watched the master leave, and stepped into the east courtyard.

……

After dinner, Xie Cijiu sat in the room and closed his eyes to rest, while Yan Zhihui was placed by the window to breathe.

Halfway through, Yan Zhi thought back, and the flowers and leaves stood up.

someone is coming.

The next moment, a faint fragrance wafted in from the window, Xie Cijiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The indescribable breath spread out, and the white streamer gathered from all directions, and finally turned into one person.

"Shen Zun Yuanhui, long time no see."

Ming Mingzi shook his cattail fan and laughed so hard that he saw his teeth but couldn't see his eyes.

Yanzhi turned the leaf and rolled it down against the flower branch, and said silently: "What are you doing here?"No, you still dare to come?
Seeing the huge flower rising slightly, but the two leaves rolled up, Ming Mingzi somehow felt that he was akimbo.

As expected of the god Yuanhui, he is so arrogant as a flower maker.

"Oh, I forgot that you can't show up now, and you can't talk anymore." Ming Mingzi waved his hand and released Yan Zhihui's restraint.

In an instant, the room was full of brilliance, Yan Zhihui got out of the flowers, and stood in front of Ming Mingzi in human form, "I'll tell you why the old monk was talking about it, so it was you."

(End of this chapter)