Chapter 191: Donating incense to the temple is not as good as benefiting the world
The monk took the bracelet, placed it solemnly on the ground, lit the incense, watched the smoke float into the air, clasped his hands together, and recited scriptures.
This is a serious and solemn scene.
Jiusu couldn't help but straighten her back and listen quietly to the scriptures she didn't understand. She closed her eyes, her heart was calm, and ripples appeared again, as if the wind was blowing from the sea.
a long time.
The monk returned the bracelet and said, "Wearing this bracelet will ensure safety and prosperity, and will ward off illness and disaster. I suspect you have a question in your mind. You wonder how you got to this place, and whether you can return to your original place."
A glimmer of light appeared in Jiusu's clear eyes.
She clasped her hands together in a devout manner and said, "Master, please enlighten me."
Xuan Hui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you have a connection with this place. There is a red thread of love, and also a thread of family from another world?"
Jiusu thought of it instantly.
"Master, are you talking about Marquis Ju'an and his wife?"
Xuan Hui nodded, looking at the person in front of her with a kind smile, and said slowly, "Donor, you are smart and understand immediately. In a sense, you are their biological daughter. I believe that ever since you knew they might be your biological parents, you have been thinking about this. Perhaps this is what you call family affection."
With the master's affirmation, Jiusu's tension and confusion finally disappeared.
But one thing is even more confusing.
She hesitated, "In what sense..."
Xuan Hui chuckled: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."
Jiusu sighed inwardly. Seeing the master stand up, she quickly stood up as well, helping to pick up the things on the floor. She handed the bamboo basket over and asked, "Master, where are you going? There's a small restaurant up ahead. I'd like to treat you to a vegetarian meal."
"It's all about fate. Wherever you go, that's where you end up." Xuan Hui said in a very relaxed tone. He looked towards the south, then turned back and said, "Please stay, benefactor. I've already eaten."
He took a few steps and turned back.
"Do you want to give some money for incense?"
Jiusu curled her lips, a master is a master, his words are profound and he is open-minded. She nodded and said, "Master, you have revealed the truth. You helped me solve my doubts, but I don't know how to repay you. I am really stupid."
Xuan Hui said profoundly, "Donating incense to the temple is not as good as benefiting the world. Donor, the cold winter is coming, and you must be prepared to keep warm."
He chanted 'Amitabha' again.
The figure slowly disappeared.
Snowflakes fell, and soon the ground was covered with a layer of white.
After a moment, Jiusu came back to his senses and brushed off the snowflakes on his body. His pupils trembled slightly as he realized that it was snowing. "It's so cold? Then in another half month, won't the temperature be below zero?"
This place is close to Chenjia Village.
She rode her bicycle to see the factory being built.
Qian Junjie and the workers were eating. The two children of the Jiu family were also there, playing and fighting. Jiu Dali was still very naughty, but he was punished by his adoptive mother.
I can only get angry silently and curse people behind their backs.
Jiusu sighed: "Naughty kid."
Qian Junjie heard the voice, looked up, his eyes lit up, and ran over with chopsticks in hand: "Master! I'm here, are you looking for me?"
Jiusu walked over and sat on the bench that Qian Junjie gave her.
Looking at the honest and simple workers, her attitude softened a lot. She picked up the clean chopsticks and ate from the big pot with them. This action brought them closer together.
She whispered, "Don't call me Master when you're out."
"Why, Master?" Qian Junjie didn't understand.
Jiusu curled his lips and said, "People always say what the disciple is like and what the master is like. I don't want to be scolded."
Qian Junjie was not angry, but shouted even more meanly.
"I'll shout, I want everyone in the world to know that Jiusu is my master."
Jiu Su: "..."
She originally wanted to make a joke, but she didn't expect to become the joke herself. A smile appeared in her eyes. However, having said that, Qian Junjie has changed a lot. His skin used to be fair and tender, but it has become dark in just a few months.
He changed from a ruffian to an upright man.
Of course, changing skin color is not a sign of growing up.
Aunt Wang washed a tea bowl and filled it with water. "The tea bowl is clean."
Chen Shengrong invited her to the factory and said, holding the blueprints, "Sir, please take a look and see if there's anything you're not satisfied with. We can rework it while the weather is still warm."
Jiusu looked around and nodded.
"I believe Grandpa Rong, it will be put into use tomorrow, right?"
"Your Excellency, yes." Chen Shengrong said respectfully with his fists clasped.
Jiusu had no choice but to follow him to the door before saying, "Official authority is for outsiders to see. We are all from the same hometown, so there is no need to call us "sir."
Aunt Wang waved her hand, "That won't work. Times are different now. We can't go back to the same old ways."
Seeing how determined they were, Jiusu compromised.
"Then let's not call him Lord Jiu, just call him Master."
Everyone agreed and thought it was a good name.
When they were meeting, a long table was brought in. Qian Junjie was busy pouring tea and listening to them carefully.
Jiusu asked, "Is it common to have snow in October?"
Village Chief Chen looked out at the snowflakes drifting across the ground, his face filled with worry as he said, "Alas, the weather has suddenly turned cold over the past two years, as if something is shrouding Suming County. Wutie County is okay and can bear it, but here, it's unbearably cold. We need to store food for the winter, and it's best not to travel far. If you do, you'll never come back."
"Can I see your winter clothes?" she asked.
Soon, Aunt Wang came over with a thick cotton-padded jacket. She said, "I feel cold even wearing this. It's bulky, heavy, and very inconvenient. That's not right, boss. Have you forgotten what happened before?"
Jiusu covered it up and said, "I don't remember the past very clearly."
Aunt Wang nodded to herself and responded.
"That's right. I don't want to remember the days before. It's better to forget them. It's better to forget them."
She looked at Jiusu sympathetically. It must be that General Chen had hurt the Dong family too deeply, and the Dong family did not want to recall the hard times they had in the Chen family.
Jiusu turned the teacup and thought of what Master Xuanhui said.
"Donating incense to temples is not as good as benefiting the world"
Winter is coming, prepare early.
Alarm bells rang in her heart, and the master's words and expression kept echoing in her mind, as if reminding her that this winter would be extremely cold.
Many people may die.
"It seems to be snowing in Wutie County too."
The black cloud drifted past, like a huge rock pressing down on it.
Chen Shengrong clenched his fists with a sad expression.
"It seems that this winter will be cold again. I don't know if my old bones can survive it."
Lu's death cast a shadow over the people of Chenjia Village.
Village Chief Chen's eyes reddened. Winter had claimed the lives of many elderly people in the village. He placed his hands on Uncle Chen's red, rough hands, and choked out a sob, "It will definitely work! This year our village has enough money to buy enough food."
Chen Shengrong shook his head. "Food alone isn't enough. The house is drafty and too cold. If you open the door, you'll be frozen into ice."
The cold is terrible, but the most terrible thing is the fear of facing the endless cold.
That feeling can torture a person to death.
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