Fu Jin married: Qing Dynasty first brother asked not to flirt

Chapter 982 Journey to Modern Times 6
Chapter 993

"The benefactor." The little novice took out a dark blue cotton scarf from his bosom and handed it over, then whispered, "Amitabha."

Hearing this voice, Tong Jiaqi raised her head involuntarily, looked at the little novice in front of her, hesitated for a moment, reached out to take the square scarf, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then stood up, clasped her hands together, "I'm sorry to bother you Little Master's purity."

"The benefactor is serious." Hearing what Tong Jiaqi said, the little monk pursed his lips and smiled, his bright eyes seemed to be carefree, never troubled by the things of this world.

"Little master, is your abbot there?" Tong Jiaqi felt very kind when she saw the little novice, so she asked hastily.

There are very few pilgrims in this temple, they just come in for a visit, take a few photos and then leave, not to mention few people want to see the abbot.

Hearing Tong Jiaqi's words, the little novice was stunned for a moment, and then said softly, "Well, it's in the inner room in the backyard."

"Little master, can you guide me?" Tong Jiaqi said.

The little monk wanted to refuse, but looking at Tong Jiaqi's red and swollen eyes, he couldn't bear it, so he said, "Wait for me, I will take you in after sweeping the yard. This is what Master asked me to do." Things can’t be left halfway.”

"Okay, you scan slowly, I'm not in a hurry." Seeing that the little novice agreed, Tong Jiaqi nodded immediately, not caring how long it would take.

As long as I can see the abbot, maybe I can ask something?

This is also the last hope.

But what Tong Jiaqi didn't expect was that she thought that the little novice was going to sweep the floor, but finally found out that it was the whole yard. An hour later, the little novice was sweeping the floor very hard, but the progress was only halfway.

Sitting at the side, Tong Jiaqi calmed down quite a bit. Seeing that the little novice would sweep for a long time, she thought about it, said something to him, and wandered around the yard.

This temple is not unfamiliar to Tong Jiaqi, and she visits it almost once a year.

She turned around and went to the main hall. There were a little more people here, there were more than a dozen people, some bowed down, and some took pictures to watch.

There is a table at the entrance of the main hall with signatures placed on it.

Tong Jiaqi thought for a while, then stepped forward in a strange way, and there was also a young monk sitting there, but this young monk was flipping through a Buddhist scripture, very seriously, and did not notice the person standing in front of him at all.

"Little master, are you asking for a lottery?" Tong Jiaqi couldn't bear to disturb her, but after thinking about it, she asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, the little monk closed the book, stood up, and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, do you want to ask for an autograph?"

"Yes, I want to ask for a signature." Tong Jiaqi nodded and said.

The little monk handed Tong Jiaqi the stick in his hand and said, "The benefactor draws."

This bamboo stick has long been weathered and frosted, and it feels very thick in her hand. She silently read her thoughts, and then immediately pulled out a stick from the stick.

Looking at the red signature on it, Tong Jiaqi was taken aback, and then accidentally dropped the bamboo stick on the ground, this, this signature.

"What's wrong with the benefactor?" The little monk asked curiously, looking at the woman in front of him, it was a bit strange, she looked very flustered.

(End of this chapter)