MTL - I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times-Chapter 8

It is said that Tang county magistrate returned home with the pot of white flowers in the earthen pot.

As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Tang's eyes fell on the earthen pot, Wuhe was too ugly and shabby, it was just a broken earthen pot randomly picked up by the roadside.

The same is true for that flower, the unremarkable little white flower on the side of the road. I really don't know why her master suddenly came home with such a pot of things and cherished them very much.

"Master, since when did you still have this wild hobby?"

County magistrate Tang ignored her, carefully placed the pot of white flowers on the bedside, adjusted it back and forth until it reached a suitable position, and looked at it for a long time before nodding in satisfaction.

Mrs. Tang rolled her eyes. The longer she lived with her, the less she understood her husband's hobbies.

At night, when she was about to fall asleep, she caught sight of her master lovingly stroking the little white flower, and then she fell asleep peacefully.

Mrs. Tang kept her mouth shut. If it wasn't for the pot of little white flowers, she wouldn't have turned into a human being. She really wondered if her master had brought back some seductive goblin.

Closing his eyelids, Magistrate Tang gradually fell asleep.

In the darkness, an old man with a beard and staring eyes reappeared. He held up a pair of boots, as if about to throw them, and the county magistrate Tang in his dream reflexively covered his head.

Anyway, after trying so many times, he couldn't dodge, so this time he didn't dodge at all.

"Daddy! Don't be angry, I'm your own son! If you need anything, just say it, the child doesn't understand!"

At this time, Master Tang's bedroom. The pot of small white flowers placed on the bedside suddenly trembled its delicate petals, and a faint scent floated to Mr. Tang's body, and was inhaled by his two nostrils which were busy snoring.

The scent drifted into the dream, and the dark complexion of the bearded and staring old man suddenly returned to normal, his fierce expression became calm, and the boots in his hands were put down.

Master Tang held his head and waited for the boot to fall. He didn't feel the heavy blow for a long time, and opened his eyes to look at his father.

Father Tang spoke at this moment.

"Son, your filial piety has been received by my father today. But what is lacking now is not food, but money. My father is going to reincarnate, and the ghost messenger needs to give him a million Ming coins. Burn it to my father! "

"Father, didn't you burn a lot before? Every Qingming also pays homage to your grave. How can you be short of money?"

"My son, I didn't want to be reincarnated as a father before, and I rented a house in the underworld with the money, and now my father is waiting on Wangchuan, just waiting for your money to bribe the servant! Hurry up!"

"Father, why didn't you just say that before, you kept throwing your boots at your son's head, and your son had a headache for several days."

Embarrassment appeared on Tang's father's face, "Hey, isn't it because he was affected by resentment at the side of Wangchuan, and lost his mind? Fortunately, my son is smart, so I went to invite a pot of Yuqing flowers back, so that my father can regain his sanity."

"Your needs, my child knows, and I will burn them for you tomorrow."

Seeing that his son finally understood what he meant, Father Tang waved his sleeve lightly and said "Go", and his figure gradually drifted away and disappeared...

After waking up from the dream, County Magistrate Tang felt refreshed, not at all stagnant and tired from the previous few dreams.

Finally knowing the reason, he let go of the huge stone in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh that the abbot of Qingquan Temple is really an eminent monk! After making up his mind to burn the paper money and give it to the underground father, he took his wife to Qingquan Temple to fulfill his vows, and donated some more incense money to express his gratitude.

After the Obon Festival, there are pilgrims coming and going from time to time. Apart from prostrating, fasting is another major purpose for them.

After Lin Zhao discovered that some pilgrims wanted to ask for fortune-telling, he immediately set up a fortune-telling tube, and made up lessons overnight to make up for the knowledge of fortune-telling.

The lottery holder was purchased for twenty taels of silver in the system facility column.

You have to ask why you spend so much money on wooden sticks instead of going to town to order one?

Of course, the special attribute of the lottery container made the stingy Lin Zhao willing to spend one-fifth of his net worth to buy it.

The system also comes with a handbook for sign solution and divination.

Lin Zhao was gearing up, eager to try, and set up a table at the entrance of the Palace of Heavenly Kings, waiting to answer questions for those who were destined.

The first lottery releaser he met was a young lady in her prime.

Miss Zhuangwang of silk and satin has been very distressed recently, and she has made three kisses in a row, and each of them ended without a problem.

The first time, it was the young owner of the Zhenbao Building, hooked up with a widow from a small gatehouse, and eloped overnight with the family property, saying that he wanted to go outside to make a fortune by himself, and Master Zhou was so angry that he severed his father-son relationship with him.

The second time, it was Liu Xiucai from Wutong Lane. Although his family was poor, his family style was upright. He only read sage books and never said a word to other women.

Ms. Wang originally thought that this engagement was firmly established, and that Liu Xiucai cared more about her than the young owner of Zhenbaolou, and she never missed a pen and ink for snacks and letters during festive occasions.

Unexpectedly, because he was too fascinated by reading at night, he forgot to close the window, and the cold wind blew all night, caught wind evil, and died of a serious illness.

The third time, because of the failure of the first two rounds, other people felt that I had a bad horoscope. Only the city defense soldiers who had killed the enemy on the front line and retreated valued me very much, so they came to ask for marriage in person.

Unexpectedly, the generals of the old army valued him very much, not only recalled him to the imperial guards, but also betrothed his niece to him.

Master Wang Zhuang and Mrs. Wang were both worried about the marriage of their only daughter. Miss Wang was pure, kind and filial. Seeing her parents sigh and worry, even if she was upset, she didn't dare to show it on her face.

The handkerchief handed over the tea service fee. The girl heard that there is a temple in Lingwu Mountain that is quite magical, the scenery in the mountain is also good, and the tea and fast food are also very comfortable, so she asked her to go to relax and pray to drive away bad luck. Ask for a lottery and ask about marriage or something.

Miss Wang naturally did not refuse.

Sure enough, when I came to Qingquan Temple, I felt that the air here was different from other places, with a bit of fairy spirit, which made people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

As usual, she first went to the Temple of Heavenly Kings to worship Buddha and burn incense. A round-headed young monk handed her a handful of incense and lit it. Unlike other incenses that emit a pungent smell of smoke when burned, the incense here has a fresh scent of flowers and herbs when burned.

In such a reassuring atmosphere, Miss Wang's heart became very calm, and she asked Maitreya Buddha her confusion in her heart, held the begging cylinder with both hands reverently, and shook out a lottery.

She took the lottery and handed it to the white-clothed monk sitting at the table at the door, asking him to release the lottery.

Miss Wang nervously waited for the result, and found that the monk in white was so handsome and elegant. She was no longer nervous, and admired his tranquility with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes.

"Full fortune lies ahead, so you don't have to worry about working hard gradually; suddenly you do extraordinary things, and you are famous all over Kyushu Island ① specially. Sign up."

Said in a clear voice like jade knocking.

"What do you mean?" Miss Wang was stunned, unable to understand for a while.

"It means that the girl's marriage is coming later, so there's no rush."

If she got this answer from other temples, Miss Wang might be very disappointed and feel that she has been fooled.

If you are a little unruly, you may get angry on the spot. If the marriage is not behind, can it still be in the front? Are you talking nonsense?

But for some reason, after hearing this result from the white-clothed monk, Miss Wang faintly believed that it was so.

She didn't know what kind of energy brought it, and after thanking the monk, she turned around and left the temple gate with the lottery in hand.

Just as she stepped out of the threshold, a gust of grassy wind brushed past her, and Miss Wang turned her head to look.

It was a scholar in a blue and white shirt.

At that moment, her heart started beating violently for no reason. In this not-so-quiet environment, she could even hear the beating of her heart beating beside her ears. All the sounds and pictures became blurred, except for the scholar.

The words that the white-clothed monk said just now came back to his ears.

"The girl's marriage is in the back." Could it be that he is my marriage?

Immediately afterwards, I heard him say to the monk in white: "Abbot, I have been bothering you these days. Wansheng is going to Fucheng to take the exam today, so I came here to say goodbye."

Miss Wang thought to herself, so he is a scholar who went to the country for the examination?

Lin Zhao nodded politely to Li Wenyuan, "I wish you the title on the gold list."

Li Wenyuan smiled and thanked, then turned and left.

Lin Zhao watched him and saw his back pass by the girl who had just unwrapped the lottery but stopped for some reason. Suddenly, she seemed to see a wisp of green smoke coming out of Li Wenyuan's body, twirling and entangled. On the girl's wrist.

He blinked again, and the looming blue smoke disappeared.

Lin Zhao sighed, suspecting that too many joss sticks were burning in the hall, which made people's eyes dazzled, so he didn't take it to heart.

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