"Sister, I think Princess Han is unruly and domineering, and the little princess seems to be deep-minded. No matter how you look at it, neither of them seems to be lucky. Why does the old abbot insist on seeing the little princess?" Yun Ting whispered to Yun Ci in the crowd.

After taking care of Feng Xuetang's funeral, sisters Yun Ting and Yun Ci came to Huguo Temple to burn incense.

I never thought I would see that scene just now.

Yun Ting curled her lips, "When it comes to luck, I still think the Tenth Princess is the most fortunate..."

Yun Ci shook her head at Yun Ting, who immediately understood. She kept muttering to herself, if we talk about little lucky star, it must be the little princess, how could it be the little princess?

Yunci: "Let's wait and see what's going on."

Di Hongluan followed the eldest senior brother and the young monk into the main hall. The old abbot had been in high spirits since he came back to life, as if he had been suddenly given a mission, and Prince Yan would not accept him until it was completed.

"Master." The eldest senior brother brought the person in.

The old abbot opened his eyes and was carefully twisting 108 Buddhist beads in his hands. He looked up at Di Hongluan and frowned.

"Master, this is the person you are looking for."

Di Hongluan smiled slightly, not afraid at all, because she knew what the old abbot was going to ask her next.

Sure enough, the old abbot asked, "I wonder when the young donor's birthday is..."

"The second day of the second month, at noon."

"Strange, it's really very strange..." The old abbot closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Master, isn't this young lady the one you are looking for?" the little nun was puzzled.

"The birthday is right, but the face doesn't look right." The old abbot really couldn't understand it. He felt that this face didn't match the birthday.

The old abbot didn't know what kind of face would be suitable for this birthday.

But in short, it couldn't be the little girl in front of me.

It felt wrong, like something was wrong.

The old abbot was in a terrible headache. "It's not her, it's not her. It's wrong, it's wrong, it must be wrong."

"Master, what's wrong with you?" the little nun was very worried.

"Go, go, go, let her out. It's not her, it's definitely not her." The old abbot held his head. It hurt, it really hurt too much, as if the heavens were laughing at his old age and confusion.

The elder brother saw that something was wrong and said, "Little donor, let's get out first."

When they got outside, Di Hongluan's face changed. She wanted to say a few polite words to the old abbot, but after she said just one sentence, the old abbot drove her out.

What is hers and what is not hers? The old abbot was confused after waking up from an illness.

Everyone in the capital city knows that she is a blessed person.

A strange phenomenon occurred in the sky on the day she was born, and it continued to occur on every birthday until she turned nine last year.

This year is an exception, and it may be because she is not in Beijing this year.

"Master, what was the old abbot mumbling just now?"

The senior brother frowned. It was fine if this little donor didn't talk, but when he talked, why was he so aggressive? "I don't know."

Di Hongluan snorted secretly, "Master, can I ask for a string of Buddha beads from Huguo Temple? I want to use it as a talisman."

The elder brother frowned, "The Buddhist beads of the Huguo Temple are never given away as gifts."

What nonsense?

I heard that Concubine De in the palace had a string of them, and it was obvious that they were unwilling to give them to her, and they were still making up some high-sounding excuses.

If you don’t want to give it to her, then forget it. She doesn’t want it.

But if you just go out with nothing in your hands, people will inevitably talk about you.

Di Hongluan bit her lip and saw a little monk walking by with a pile of Buddhist scriptures. "Master, can you give me a Buddhist scripture?"

"Little donor, this Buddhist scripture depends on luck."

Di Hongluan curled his lips. Why are the people in the Daguo Temple so stingy? It's just a broken Buddhist scripture.

"Master, please just drop me off here. I'll be waiting for my mother here."

This is the backyard, very quiet. In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, they came out from the backyard. Originally, the eldest senior brother wanted to send Di Hongluan to the front yard, but after hearing what she said, the eldest senior brother handed Di Hongluan to Princess Han who came over and left.

Seeing that Di Hongluan was empty-handed, Princess Han was surprised, "Luan'er, didn't the old abbot give you Buddhist beads for protection?"

"No, maybe they think I'm too young to wear Buddhist beads."

Princess Han was a little disappointed. Di Hongluan noticed and said, "Mother, wait here. I'm going to get the Buddhist scriptures that the old abbot gave me. The old abbot said that I'm still young and need to learn more knowledge and read more Buddhist scriptures to cultivate my sentiments."

Princess Han’s eyes lit up. Even if she didn’t have Buddhist beads, Buddhist scriptures would be fine.

The Buddhist scriptures in the Huguo Temple are also hard to come by.

Besides, Concubine De already has a string of Buddhist beads. If she also gets one, it would seem like she is learning from Concubine De. It would be better to have Buddhist scriptures instead. Coincidentally, the Empress Dowager has always liked Buddhist scriptures.

Di Hongluan stole a Buddhist scripture when no one was around, and happily went to the front yard with Princess Han.

The pilgrims were about to leave.

"Hey, the little princess is out. Why is she out with Princess Han? She went in so high-profile just now. Shouldn't she be escorted out by the teachers? I've been waiting for such a long time, but the old abbot hasn't shown up."

"Could it be that the little princess was driven out? Perhaps the old abbot has recognized the wrong person."

"If you are really a distinguished guest of Gokokuji Temple, please come in and we will escort you out. It seems like this is an oolong."

"Hey, little princess, is the Buddhist scripture in your arms given to you by the old abbot?" Someone with sharp eyes noticed that Di Hongluan was holding a Buddhist scripture in her arms.

The Buddhist beads in Huguo Temple are hard to come by, and so are the Buddhist scriptures.

I heard that the Buddhist scriptures in Huguo Temple are blessed by the Buddha's light.

Emperor Hongluan pursed his lips and nodded, "Yes."

Princess Han also chuckled and said, "If any of you friends want to copy Buddhist scriptures someday, you can come to Prince Han's mansion. We welcome you anytime."

A face full of high spirits.

Yun Ting narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Sister, wait for me a moment."

Yun Ting ran away quickly, and Yun Ci pursed her lips and laughed, thinking that her sister might have discovered some secret again.

"Oh no! A Buddhist scripture has been lost in the back hall! Has anyone seen it? The old teachers in the Dharma Hall are all worried."

Everything in the Huguo Temple belongs to the royal family, even the Buddhist scriptures. If one is lost, it is not the Huguo Temple's own things that are lost, but the royal family's things.

On weekdays, every Buddhist scripture is recorded in a book to prevent disciples in the temple from moving out in large numbers and becoming good people at will.

Yun Ting ran back and shouted at the top of her voice, "Good guys, could the Buddhist scripture in the little princess's arms be stolen? Masters, come over and see if it's the one she got."

When Di Hongluan heard the sound, he panicked instantly and held the Buddhist scriptures in his arms tightly, fearing that he would be discovered.

But her panic was seen by everyone. These pilgrims who came to Huguo Temple were not ordinary people, and they immediately understood what was going on.

Several masters walked over quickly.

"Little donor, where did you get this Buddhist scripture?"