First Marriage Pet: Black-bellied Baby Almighty Wife

Chapter 104 Seeking Medicine
"No way?"

Mu Xia was dubious, but the water for watering the flowers was indeed overflowing, and she felt that what Jin Mohan said made sense.

Jin Mohan picked up a stone from the side and handed it to Mu Xia: "If you don't believe me, try throwing him, he will definitely not look back!"

"Then what if he turns around?"

"Then you say I threw it!"

Mu Xia thought about it, she could have this, raised her hand and threw the stone forward, but the next second, the man moved.

He shook off the empty kettle, then turned around, his face was solemn and solemn, and his eyes were even more compassionate and kind, but the stone with the beautiful parabola was obviously not so beautiful.

"careful!"

Mu Xia panicked to remind her, but it was too late, the stone landed on her shiny bald head impartially, with a bang, it bounced crisply.

Jin Moyu looked at the two people standing at the door, and was a little dazed for a moment. Mu Xia quickly grabbed Jin Mohan's arm, and pointed at him: "Master, he threw it."

But after finishing speaking, he felt that lying in front of the Buddha was a bit detrimental, so he changed his words, "I threw it away, but I was instigated by him."

The whole person looks like a primary school student who was caught by the dean for doing bad things.

Jin Mohan glanced at Mu Xia meaningfully, reached out and rubbed her head vigorously: "Why haven't I seen you so obedient before?"

Mu Xia glared at him: "Did you know that the master was not asleep?"

Jin Mohan raised his eyebrows: "Indeed, because he does this every time, at best it's deep, at worst it's pretentious!"

Mu Xia was almost amused by Jin Mohan: "Can you stop talking so vulgarly, especially in this kind of place!"

"how do I……"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Jin Moyu finally made his first voice in a long time, tidied up his clothes a little, and then walked towards the two of them calmly, as if nothing happened just now, if the small hole in his head It's better not to exist.

"Hello Mu benefactor, poor monk Moyu."

After approaching, Jin Moyu directly ignored Jin Mohan, and reported himself to Mu Xia. Mu Xia was flattered and wanted to reach out, but she was afraid of tarnishing the Buddha, so she put her hands together and bowed: "Master, how do you Will you know me?"

As if standing in front of him was a living Buddha, Mu Xia's attitude was not to mention how respectful it was.

But at this moment, Jin Moyu suddenly reached out and touched Mu Xia's head, with an extremely gentle tone: "I heard Mo Han mention it last time, and seeing her today, I really have excellent roots of wisdom."

"..."

Mu Xia felt that her life had been sublimated, so she asked the master to draw a circle on the top of her head, and even the muddy things in her head became much clearer.

But Jin Mohan obviously didn't feel this way, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Xia to his side, and asked directly indifferently: "I've already brought her, where are the herbs you promised?"

When calling, Jin Moyu said that he would only give it when someone came.

Jin Moyu ignored Jin Mohan at all, and still smiled at Mu Xia: "Master Mu, I heard that you want to use that scarlet grass to save people?"

Mu Xia nodded: "I hope the master will be successful!"

"Ah."

Jin Mohan immediately got goosebumps all over his body. Some people pretended to be happy, while others were quite cheerful. With each sentence, those who didn't know really thought that there was a real Bodhisattva in front of them.

"As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It is fate that you and I meet. The poor monk will definitely do his best."

Jin Moyu spoke again, not caring about Jin Mohan's disdainful expression at all, "But it's too late now, and the place to collect herbs in the back mountain is not very convenient. If the benefactor doesn't mind, you can stay here for one night. offer."

"Stay for one night?" Mu Xia really never thought that she would spend the night in a temple. She glanced at the Buddha statue in the front hall, and she immediately recited Amitabha in her heart.

"What's the matter, Master Mu?"

"No!" Mu Xia quickly shook her head: "Then thank you, Master, you are truly a living Bodhisattva!"

You must know that the scarlet grass before 1960 was very rare, the master reluctantly gave it to her, how could she refuse it just because of this night!
Jin Moyu responded lightly: "It's all absurd praise. Compared with the heroism of Jin's benefactor who spends a lot of money, the poor monk..."

Jin Mohan looked at Jin Moyu, did he really want to praise him?
As a result, in the next second, Jin Moyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and clasped his hands together: "It is true that the realm is higher, Amitabha!"

"..."

He knew that Jin Moyu would not praise him.

Mu Xia was also stunned. He really had never heard of anyone boasting so much, but monks don't lie, so he naturally didn't want to say anything against his heart, so he quickly agreed: "That is, how can he be compared with the master."

Jin Mohan really couldn't take it anymore, reached out and pressed his temple, and interrupted the greetings and compliments between the two of them: "Master, since your level is so high, you just got that once-in-a-thousand-year gift a few days ago." Give her the high-grade agarwood as well!"

Mu Xia heard that her body froze, the rare high-grade agarwood in a thousand years?
You must know that normal agarwood can be used as medicine, promoting qi and relieving pain, relieving qi and relieving asthma, removing scars and freckles are all its effects, and the price is also a bit more expensive than ordinary medicinal materials. The value of the high-quality agarwood I met is immeasurable. Could it be that the treasure Jin Mohan mentioned just now refers to this?
Is this a bit off?

Jin Moyu calmly looked at Mu Xia again, and said shallowly: "Didn't you say you wanted it as a gift for your wife when you asked me for it?"

Jin Mohan took Mu Xia's hand naturally, and replied without changing his face: "This is it!"

Mu Xia suddenly looked at Jin Mohan, obviously shocked by his words, but she had promised him not to expose it before, so she could only accept it.

Jin Moyu smiled lightly, didn't ask any more questions, and led the two into the tea room, said that he had good tea a few days ago, and then left.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Xia quickly slapped Jin Mohan on the shoulder: "How can you talk nonsense in front of the Buddha?"

"What nonsense did I say?"

"When did I become your...wife?"

He used her as a shield last time, and this time he lied in such a sacred place without her consent.

Jin Mohan stretched out his hand to hook Mu Xia's shoulder, and patted it soothingly: "You don't know how much money I invested in this Lingyin Temple, so just treat it as helping me get some money back, let's get the things first and then talk about it, Ok?"

What I said, there is no reason to get the sesame oil money elsewhere. It really is a businessman's true nature, and she doesn't take a loss at all, but she doesn't need to be unhappy with Jin Mohan on this matter. After all, Master Mo Yu was not the only one who lied.

With this idea of ​​breaking the jar, Mu Xia saw Master Mo Yu walking in like a god's mansion, followed by a few young monks, holding tea trays, and subconsciously straightened his body, pretending to be respectful and reasonable.

(End of this chapter)