He is a monk and a master, how stingy it is to say such things.
Chen Ahfu secretly complained and said disapprovingly, "The master is a great monk, he should be compassionate, why is he so fussy?"
Wuzhi resumed his masterly manner, clasping his hands together and saying, "Amitabha, the gathering and separation of fate are all determined by fate. Old Na can't reveal too much of the secrets, but must pick out the key points. What Old Na wants to remind the female donor is that the young donor had better stay at home and don't let him meet people he shouldn't meet. In the next two years, he can't leave your home within a hundred miles. Otherwise, it will be very bad."
When Chen Ahfu heard this, he was a little scared and quickly gave him the bird's nest and leaves. He said, "Master, what is a person who should not be seen..."
Wuzhi interrupted her and said, "This is what the old minister said. You can go back and think about it, and then you will know." He stretched out one hand as a gesture of invitation, and with the other hand held the "treasure", unable to stop looking at it.
Is this a farewell?
I don't know what big secrets that child carries, and who the person he shouldn't meet is. Chen Afu saw that Wuzhi didn't even look at him, and knew that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he walked towards the door with a heavy heart.
Just as I reached the door, the old monk behind me spoke again, "If you can bring me a few more of these leaves next time, I will give you a few sticks of incense. Also, bring me more of these delicious snacks and braised dishes in the future, and it would be best if you add more of that seasoning. I will be happy with the food and will not let you suffer any loss."
Chen Afu turned around to look at him. At this time, the old monk had raised his head, and his eyes were shining again.
Cake seller, does this old monk have a dual personality? Or does a great monk always have a side that is unknown to the public?
Chen Ahfu was a little messy. She nodded and walked out the door.
Dabao had been taken to the hall by the little monk. When he saw Chen Ahfu, he ran over and grabbed her cloak, as if he hadn't seen her for a long time. Even the most precocious children would be afraid in an unfamiliar environment. He pouted and called out, "Mother, mother." He rubbed his face against her belly.
Thinking of the old monk's words, Chen Ahfu held Dabao's little hand tightly and said, "Dabao, remember, don't run around, don't talk to strangers, and stay by your mother's side."
No matter what Chen Afu said, Dabao would nod vigorously like a good boy.
The young monk said, "The master asked me to escort the female donor out of the temple."
Thinking of the princess's unkindness just now and Chu Lingxuan's words, Chen Afu thanked him. She had already guessed who that woman might be.
When they came outside, only A-Lu and the two guards were left in the pavilion. The first few people had already left.
Chen Afu began to understand who the man looked like. He looked like Chu Lingxuan.
He looked at her in such surprise, perhaps because he noticed that the cloak was worn by Zhaojun. If he could remember a cloak, he should remember more details, right?
No matter how much he remembered, he provoked the wrong woman, sent his original wife to a nunnery, and allowed that woman to cause his granddaughter to become autistic. Such a man was despicable.
Ah Lu also saw Chen Ah Fu, and hurried over and asked, "Sister, did the master tell us where our uncle is?"
Chen Ahfu whispered, "The master only said that my uncle should still be alive, but he didn't say where."
Several people walked towards the temple. Just in case, they didn't want to worship the Buddha here, so they hurried to Yingxue Temple.
They had just walked for a while in the corridor when they saw the princess coming towards them with a group of people.
What a narrow road the enemies meet!
Chen Ahfu lowered his head, covered half of Dabao's face with one hand, turned around, and whispered to the two guards, "That woman is a princess, protect the child." Then he pushed Dabao and A Lu towards them calmly.
The two guards quickly grabbed a child each and turned to walk in the opposite direction. Chen Ahfu and the little monk left some distance behind them and also left quickly.
The princess also saw Chen Ahfu and said to her servant, "Go and bring that woman to me."
The two maids trotted after Chen Afu and said in a rather imposing manner, "My master wants to see you, let's go."
For the first time, Chen Ahfu experienced the helplessness and indignation of being oppressed by a powerful force. In this society without human rights, she was just a commoner and dared not challenge the imperial power. It would be better to walk over by herself than to be carried over by two maids. Moreover, she had to protect Dabao from being seen by these nobles.
She winked at the two guards who wanted to come over, and followed the two old women to the princess. The little monk also followed her.
The young monk comforted her, "Don't be afraid, lady donor. This is Lingyin Temple. No one will do whatever they want."
When they came in front of Princess Rong Zhao, Rong Zhao sneered, "Oh, you are a 'distinguished guest'. How come you are done being a guest so soon?"
Chen Afu knew that he couldn't afford to offend her, so he had to bow his head and bend his knees to her.
Rong Zhao looked Chen Afu up and down again and said in a cold voice, "She looks like a foxy girl. You can tell she is not a good person. Give her ten slaps in the face and see who she dares to be a guest of in the future."
The young monk quickly protected Chen Afu and said, "This is a Buddhist holy place, you can't hit people casually. This female donor is the guest of Master Wuzhi, and she is an honored guest of our temple."
Chen Ahfu was almost angry to death, secretly cursing the old bald donkey, saying that if he wanted to escort her, he should have found a smarter monk, which was just adding fuel to the fire. It seemed that she could not escape this beating.
The princess's face darkened, she sneered twice, and said sternly, "I just like to hit my 'distinguished guests'. Give me twenty slaps on the face."
A woman used her strong body to block the young monk and said loudly, "The whole world is not for the king. Our princess wants to punish anyone, no matter where, no one else can interfere. Little master, I advise you to stay out of other people's business."
Another old woman who looked like Madam Rong swung her thick palm and hit Chen Afu in the face, and Chen Afu closed his eyes immediately.
Why didn't the slap come down? Chen Ahfu opened his eyes and saw a big hand grabbing the old woman's arm. It was the man in the pavilion before, or more precisely, the Marquis Chu, or the Prince Consort Chu.
As soon as he exerted force, the woman staggered back a few steps. He loosened his hand again, took out a white scarf and wiped his hand, then threw the scarf on the ground. He said coldly, "Let's see who dares to hit me."
The old woman bowed quickly and said, "My Lord."
Seeing this, the princess stepped forward and said in a tender voice, "Chu Lang, this vixen..."
Lord Chu said gently, "Rong Zhao, this is a Buddhist holy place. If you beat someone here, the censor will impeach you, and the emperor will blame you." He lowered his voice again, "What is the purpose of our trip? We just worshipped the Buddha, and we beat someone in front of him?"
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