Chapter 244 The Old Monk Appears Again
Lin Yuesha found a young novice monk and asked with a smile, "Little monk, I wonder if the Princess Consort of Zhenbei came to offer incense today?"
If the princess comes, Granny Xiao will definitely have to go with her.
Lin Yuesha prepared gifts, all of which were homemade food, as well as the embroidered portrait she had promised Hongtao. She stayed up for two nights to make these.
The Buddha said, "It cannot be spoken."
The young novice monk glanced at Lin Yuesha and said disdainfully, "Another one here to inquire about information. It's a pity she doesn't know the rules."
Lin Yuesha understood what the little monk meant from his eyes. She took out a piece of silver from her purse, reluctantly gave it to the young novice, and then asked, "Little monk, did the Princess of Zhenbei come to offer incense today?"
"They're here."
The young novice monk habitually stuffed the silver into his sleeve pocket and replied reluctantly.
"Didn't Buddha forbid us to talk about it?"
Lin Yuesha teased the little monk, demanding money by insisting on bringing out the Buddha statue; she was really bold.
"The female benefactor gave money; this is the temple's offering money, used to apologize to Buddha."
The young novice was quick-witted and came up with a good reason. Of course, Buddha wouldn't allow him to say it. If he did, he would naturally have to offer incense and apologize to Buddha, which is why he accepted the silver.
Lin Yuesha was speechless; she couldn't find a reason to refute it!
"Young monk, could you please deliver a message for me?"
The women were all in the side rooms, so Lin Yuesha really couldn't wander around.
She glanced at the young novice monk, but he remained unmoved.
Alright, silver is the key to getting in, so Lin Yuesha had no choice but to take out another coin.
"Can."
The young novice monk accepted the silver and ran away quickly, leaving Lin Yuesha standing there stunned.
Sigh, these days, it's not easy to ask someone for a favor. Even monks are pragmatic.
Following her memory from last time, Lin Yuesha turned left and right, got lost once along the way, and finally found the courtyard where the old monk was.
Yutan Temple truly lives up to its reputation as a centuries-old temple. Surrounded by green pines reflecting the snow, the sounds of wooden fish drums and monks chanting create a sense of peace and solemnity.
At the entrance of the courtyard, there is a table with a divination stick container and a donation box on it.
When the old monk saw Lin Yuesha, he was first surprised, and then he recognized the little girl.
He had already spent all the money he had swindled last time on wine, and now that a fat sheep had been delivered to his door, he naturally wouldn't let it go.
"Is the lady here to draw lots or to ask about something?"
When the old monk saw Lin Yuesha, he immediately took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"Master, I have come to ask you a question."
Lin Yuesha pulled up a chair and sat down, intending to have a good chat with the old monk. Since no one was around, she could talk about the confusion in her heart.
"Madam, you are not very old. Do you have any worries?"
The old monk stroked his beard and asked with a kind and gentle expression.
"We are all ordinary people, and we are bound to have our troubles."
Lin Yuesha said sadly and dejectedly, "Last time I came to Yutan Temple to draw lots, I was fortunate enough to receive guidance from the master. The master said that I would marry a noble person in the future."
The old monk had a deep expression. Was that what he said?
"Have you met a benefactor, lady?"
The old monk had long forgotten what they had talked about last time, so he could only continue along the lines of conversation. As long as he listened attentively and guided the conversation from the sidelines, he could easily swindle the money. But now, he couldn't be too hasty and arouse the little girl's suspicion.
"I encountered it, but I almost lost my life."
The old monk was a highly accomplished monk, so Lin Yuesha had nothing to hide. She mentioned that she had met a benefactor, and that the benefactor intended to marry her.
The old monk rolled his eyes. "Is there something wrong with this little girl? She's so young, yet she's quite the braggart. Aside from the Prince of Zhenbei, who would like a young girl who hasn't even fully grown up? Would a nobleman lack women?"
"What questions does this female benefactor need me to answer?"
The old monk was inwardly unconvinced, but outwardly he had to maintain a detached and otherworldly demeanor, asking the question with an unchanged expression.
"Master, I have two questions."
Lin Yuesha talked about her troubles. She said she was having terrible luck, so bad that she would have an accident even when riding in a carriage, and that even drinking cold water would stick to her teeth. She wanted to change her luck.
"I wonder if the master has any solutions?"
Changing your luck doesn't mean soaring to great heights, but rather stopping being so unlucky and living a normal life.
“Female benefactor, this is very troublesome.”
The old monk stroked his beard again, raised his eyelids and said, "Ordinary people don't have the luck to meet benefactors, so they remain ordinary people all their lives. But it's different for you, female benefactor. From my perspective, your fortune is booming, and you have benefactors by your side. You will surely soar to great heights in the future."
As the saying goes, every gain has its loss. Misfortune is a natural phenomenon, and some actions are needed to get rid of bad luck.
The old monk's words were profound, but Lin Yuesha understood them: there was a solution, it just wasn't easy.
"Another worry is, can I avoid marrying a wealthy person, or perhaps meet a good person instead?"
Lin Yuesha twisted her handkerchief, determined not to accept the situation if the important person was Yuwen Kun.
What's the use of having a high social status if you're always living in fear, constantly worrying about your head, afraid that you'll wake up with your head gone?
The old monk opened his mouth and then quickly closed it again. The little girl's words were getting more and more outrageous. She had the opportunity to marry a nobleman, but she actually asked if she could not marry him. He guessed that this person might have some mental problems and was suffering from hysteria.
Forget it, as long as there's money, the old monk will keep Lin Yuesha from spouting nonsense.
“Female benefactor, everyone has their own destiny. As I have mentioned before, you are destined to meet a benefactor.”
You didn't want to get married, so I'll let you meet a benefactor. Even an old monk has his pride; he'll never change his mind.
Lin Yuesha took a deep breath and immediately her face fell. Perhaps the master was right; fate was playing tricks on people, just like how she suddenly traveled to the Great Qi Dynasty, which was something she could not resist.
Getting married is still a long way off; let's deal with the immediate problem first.
"If your luck changes, I, this old monk, will draw a talisman to change your fortune. This talisman may have to steal someone else's luck so that good fortune can come to you, so it's quite complicated."
The old monk was secretly pleased. "Very good, we've finally gotten to the point."
Stealing someone else's luck seems a bit unethical.
"Master, I really want to change my luck, but what if I steal other people's fortune? What will happen to them?"
There are indeed folk masters who have heard of evil arts, and Lin Yuesha had some concerns.
"It's alright. I draw talismans using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so it has little effect on others."
The old monk shook his head. Buddhists believe in compassion as the foundation, so of course they don't do evil deeds, except for swindling a little money.
"How much will it cost?"
There are taboos surrounding the mention of money, so Lin Yuesha hesitated for a moment before asking.
Spending some money is fine; it's better to lose money than to suffer a terrible fate. If this bad luck doesn't change, she might very well be ruined.
Lin Yuesha couldn't take it anymore, having been plagued by bad luck lately.
“Female benefactor, we are destined to meet. Twenty taels of silver will suffice.”
Of course, the more money the better, but considering the other party's ability, the old monk thought it best not to ask for too much, in case the cooked duck flew away.
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