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Chapter 76 Destined Person

On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the first snow fell in the northwest.

"Girl, the snowflakes in the northwest are so big," Qiuyu stretched her hand out of the car and caught a hand full of snowflakes.

"Hurry up and close the car window! The wind is blowing in from outside," Chunfeng scolded softly, "You have thick skin and are not afraid of the cold. If you make the girl's cold worse, you will see how the nanny will punish you when you get back!"

Qiuyu was embarrassed and quickly closed the car window, "Miss, I was wrong."

Tang Zhao's head was dazed by the heat in the carriage. Just when he felt refreshed by the cool breeze, he was brought back to reality. He couldn't help but suggest, "Let's open the window for a while."

The spring breeze refused, "The girl's cold hasn't gone away for seven or eight days, even though the window is open every day." He glared at the autumn rain and said, "It's also because the autumn rain has no plan and lets the girl do whatever she wants."

Qiuyu felt wronged, "How can I, a maidservant, not obey the young lady's orders?"

"Why didn't you listen when the girl told you to stop gossiping about others?"

Qiuyu felt guilty and turned away without looking at her.

Tang Zhao felt the need to emphasize to her again, "Carbon gas is poisonous, and burning charcoal from morning till night will consume all the oxygen in the room, and people will suffocate to death."

Tang Zhao felt like he was suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Chunfeng couldn't bear it any longer, "When the young lady was having her meal, the servants opened the windows to ventilate the air, and the east room where the young lady is staying temporarily has a kang." Where is the charcoal burning?
Because the girl firmly believed that people would die if they stayed in a charcoal-burning room for a long time, she secretly opened the window from time to time to get some fresh air. The cold wind caused her illness to recur and no one could get better. No matter how they tried to persuade her, it was useless. Finally, Nanny Song complained to her brother-in-law, and the brother-in-law asked someone to build a kang in the east room, and the girl finally felt at peace.

After moving to the east room for two days, the girl's cold was almost cured. When she heard about the Dharma Assembly at Jing'an Temple, she insisted on going.

The son-in-law maintained a stern standoff with the girl for most of the day, and only gave in after she made a bunch of demands.

Chunfeng reminded, "If the young lady forgets to agree to the conditions of the uncle, then the servant will have to ask the uncle to repeat it."

Tang Zhao shut up in disappointment.

The snowy road was difficult to travel on, and Jing'an Temple was built deep in the mountains, so the carriage took a whole morning to reach the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, many carriages stopped here, and ladies from aristocratic families came to worship Buddha and pray despite the wind and snow.

There are 333 bluestone steps from the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate. Every few steps, a novice monk will hold a broom and sweep the snow on the bluestone steps to prevent the pilgrims who come to attend the Dharma Assembly from slipping.

Tang Zhao tugged at Gu Ci's sleeve and was almost dragged by Gu Ci to the mountain gate.

"I told you I can't live without meat," Tang Zhao complained breathlessly, "When I was healthy, I wouldn't care about this little step."

Gu Ci straightened his sleeves that were wrinkled by her and asked, "Who sneaked into the kitchen to eat fried chicken last night?"

Tang Zhao:.
Aren’t you asleep?
Gu Ci glanced at her lightly, flicked his sleeves and floated into the mountain gate.

Tang Zhao chased after him with great effort, "Wait for me!"

The main hall of Jing'an Temple was already full of pilgrims. Tang Zhao dragged Gu Ci to search for a long time and finally found two empty seats in the west corner.

As soon as the two of them sat down, eight novice monks walked to the Buddhist bell in front of the hall and pushed the bell pestle together. The earth-shaking bell rang nine times in a row, and the originally bustling Lotus Hall suddenly became quiet.

The annual prayer ceremony at Jing'an Temple has begun.

The abbot of Jing'an Temple came in from outside the main hall accompanied by eighteen old monks, knelt in front of the statue of Buddha, and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddhist music was ethereal and the Buddhist teachings were profound. Tang Zhao yawned secretly amid the sound of the wooden fish.

A little sleepy.

Gu Ci saw Tang Zhao sitting cross-legged on the cushion, nodding his head. He didn't look like he was here to pray for blessings or make a request, but rather to challenge the Buddha.

"Sit still," Gu Ci reminded, "Don't be rude in front of the Buddha."

Tang Zhao closed his eyes and continued to sleep, "I don't believe in Buddhism."

Gu Ci frowned, "Then why are you here?"

"Promotion, advertising," seeing that Gu Ci didn't understand, Tang Zhao said bluntly, "Sell soybean oil." Gu Ci took a deep breath: Very good, this is very Tang Zhao.

After the chanting, it is time to interpret the fortune. The abbot will select a person who is destined to be the 77th person from the pilgrims present to interpret the fortune on the spot.

Tang Zhao was puzzled, "Just one?" How many hundreds of people were there in the hall?
Gu Ci said calmly, "The abbot only interpreted the fortune for the destined person in Chapter 77. He hadn't interpreted it for ten consecutive years before. It's a rare opportunity to have one this year."

The abbot finally understood the meaning of hunger marketing.

Tang Zhao was curious, "Is his interpretation accurate?"

Gu Ci looked at her deeply and said, "The current Imperial Master is the only disciple of Master Qing'an."

It’s the star effect, Tang Zhao suddenly realized. No wonder the Jing’an Temple Dharma Assembly is so famous.

Just thinking of the culprit, the national teacher, Tang Zhaolian even disliked Master Qing'an. The master must not be a good person to have taught such a disciple who was so careless about human life and meddled in other people's affairs.

snort!
Gu Ci was indifferent for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a hint of red passing by the corner of his eye.

He looked up in surprise. Master Qing'an, dressed in Buddhist robes and with a kind face, stood before them. He said with a smile, "Excuse me for being so abrupt, may I ask if you are Donor Tang?"

Tang Zhao had a blank expression on his face. "No, I'm the sour donor."

There were hissing sounds all around.

Master Qing'an's smile deepened. "I didn't explain clearly enough. May I ask if you are the donor Tang Zhaotang?"

Tang Zhao sighed under Gu Ci's intimidating gaze, "I am."

Master Qing'an chanted the Buddha's name, "Donor Tang has a deep connection with the Buddha. He is destined to be with me. I will follow the Buddha's will and interpret the fortune for Donor Tang."

Tang Zhao looked at the fortune stick that the young monk handed him and did not move. "Master Qing'an, I don't need to interpret the fortune sticks."

Master Qingan's smile remained unchanged. "Why?"

Tang Zhao looked up and looked him straight in the eyes. "I have nothing to ask for, and no wishes to grant."

Gu Ci tilted his head and stared at the woman beside him without blinking.

The wife of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery was surprised, "How can there be someone in this world who has no desires or wants?"

Bai Rouyin's gaze seemed to be fixed on the magnificent Buddha statue, but in fact her peripheral vision was always focused on the western corner. "Because she has already obtained the best of everything in the world."

People who have everything naturally do not need Buddha's protection.

Master Qing'an's old eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world. "But the donor must have a lot of things to do."

"Master, what you said is correct. However, Tang Zhao can complete these tasks on his own. There is no need to trouble the Buddha," Tang Zhao said sincerely. "There are countless people in the world who pray to the gods and Buddhas. It is already tiring for the Buddha to bless them. Tang Zhao will not trouble the Buddha."

"Amitabha," Master Qing'an put his hands together, "Since the donor has made up his mind, I will not say anything more."

"Please remember, Mr. Tang, I owe you a fortune stick. If you ever change your mind, you can always come to Jing'an Temple to find me."

Master Qing'an presented a string of Buddhist beads, "This is a token of trust. Seeing the Buddhist beads in Jing'an Temple is like seeing me."

Tang Zhao didn't really want it.

Master Qing'an remained motionless, maintaining the posture of handing over Buddhist beads.

Tang Zhao thought about it, and finally accepted the bracelet under the envious and jealous gazes of everyone.

In case it is useful.

Zhao Zhao: Never leave empty-handed, cough cough.

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