Chapter 888: Don’t miss out on good things
Tang Bao looked back at the gray-robed monk with an innocent look.
But I was sighing in my heart, why did she feel this way?
Judging from this appearance of a master who seems to be saving all living beings, he should be Master Zhiren, the abbot of Tianlong Temple.
Master Zhiren is a highly accomplished monk and also the senior brother of Master Zhiku.
Master Zhiku could see the light of merit in himself, and I believe Master Zhiren could too.
"Who is this young donor..." the gray-robed monk, Master Zhiren, asked with a smile.
Old Man Su quickly said, "This is my daughter."
After that, he instructed Tang Bao: "My daughter, come and meet the master."
"Greetings, Master." Tang Bao quickly bowed respectfully.
As expected, Master Zhiren took a step to the side.
"You're welcome, little donor."
After Master Zhiren finished speaking, he took off a string of rosewood Buddhist beads from his wrist and handed it to Tangbao.
"Your merits are profound, so I will give you this string of Buddhist beads."
After hearing what Master Zhiren said, King Cheng'en couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"Big monk, when did you become so generous?" King Cheng'en shouted, "I asked you for the Buddhist beads you carry with you, hoping to get some of the Buddha's blessings and have the Buddha protect me so that I can get a boy in one go. But you were so stingy and refused to give it to me. Now look what happened..." He gave it to a little girl.
King Cheng'en looked at Tang Bao and felt a little sour.
He is a prince, but he is not as good as a little girl.
Tang Bao didn't want it at first, but when she heard that even the prince didn't want it, she immediately realized that it must be a good thing.
So, I just took it.
Don’t miss out on good things!
"Thank you, Master." Tang Bao said.
Go back and give it to my little brother!
After the little brother returns to the palace, I'm afraid the script of the Nine Dragons Fighting for the Throne will begin. May the Buddha bless you... Oh, by the way, how many sons does the emperor uncle have?
I have to say, Tang Bao really doesn’t know how many princes there are in Dayan.
However, the emperor has three thousand beauties in his harem, so he must have many sons.
Tang Bao thought secretly.
Even if there aren't a hundred or eighty, there must be a dozen or twenty...
After all, his master had treated the emperor's health in the past.
The Emperor has probably grown stronger and stronger these past few years, and who knows how many little princes have been born in the palace...
The little brother has a long way to go on his road to becoming the king.
Tang Bao was sighing when Master Zhiren looked at King Cheng'en and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I only gave you a string of Buddhist beads. I'm afraid your Highness..."
Master Zhiren paused when he said this.
"What are you afraid of?" King Cheng'en asked in confusion.
Master Zhiren shook his head.
"The Buddha said: It cannot be said...it cannot be said..."
Master Zhiren showed a mysterious expression.
King Cheng’en: “…”
After looking at the majestic Baoxiang Hall, he loosened his clenched fists.
He was afraid that if he hit the monk here, the Buddha would blame him.
Tang Bao's mouth twitched.
As expected, he and Master Zhiku are brothers in the same sect, and their teachings are exactly the same.
"Hmph! So mysterious and so deceptive!" King Cheng'en snorted disdainfully.
Master Zhiren was not angry either, and looked at King Cheng'en with a smile.
Then, he took everyone from the Su family to the Buddhist temple to light the eternal lamp.
After the eternal lamp was lit, 49 monks were invited to perform rituals and chant sutras...
After a busy day, it was time for dinner.
Old Man Su and others lived in the outermost Zen room, while Old Lady Su and Tang Bao were taken to the Zen temple inside by the little monk.
According to the young monk, this was the order of the abbot.
After all, the Zen room outside is simpler and not as quiet and comfortable as the Zen temple inside.
Tang Bao felt that this must be a back door opened by the host master for herself.
Tang Bao didn't know that the Zen temple she was taken to was exactly where Princess Huaning originally lived.
On one side of the Zen temple where she lived, lived Princess Linghua, the daughter of Prince Cheng'en.
"Miss, it's snowing outside." Shi Liu walked quickly into the Zen room and said excitedly, "Big snowflakes, like big white cotton balls, are falling from the sky."
Tang Bao couldn't help but laugh when she heard the pomegranate's metaphor.
Compared with the elegant mood of willow catkins, it is indeed true that big white cotton is more popular among the country people.
Tang Bao was in a good mood, so she asked Shi Liu to help her put on a hooded cloak made of fiery red fox fur, and went outside carrying an octagonal glass lamp.
Sure enough, large flakes of snow were falling.
The cool air is filled with wisps of Buddhist fragrance.
The faint sound of wooden fishes could be heard, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity to the quiet night.
There are two bodhi trees planted in the yard, and now white snowflakes are hanging on their branches.
Tang Bao stood under the Bodhi tree, watching herself being surrounded by snowflakes.
I felt like I was full of Buddha's energy, floating in the air and about to ascend.
"Miss, let me hold the lamp, and you hold the hand warmer to protect yourself from the cold."
As Shi Liu said this, he took the glass lamp and handed Tang Bao a small copper hand warmer.
"How could I be so afraid of the cold?" Tang Bao took the hand warmer and said with a smile, "Sister Pomegranate, when the snow starts to fall, let's build a big snowman tomorrow."
"Great, great!" Pomegranate said happily, "Let's build a big snowman so it won't melt easily when the sun comes out..."
As the master and servant were talking, there was a "bang" sound from the yard next door, and something fell to the ground.
"I've already said, I'm here to pray to the Buddha, not to enjoy life!" A clear female voice shouted, "Look at what you've brought? A red fox fur cloak, a small copper hand warmer, a mutton-fat jade hairpin... Corruption! Depravity!"
Tang Bao: “…”
He looked down at the small copper hand warmer in his hand.
He turned his head and looked at the red fox fur cloak he was wearing.
Oh, by the way, she also wore a mutton-fat jade hairpin on her head.
Because she had just let her hair down, she casually tied it up when she was about to go out.
Then use a mutton-fat jade hairpin to say goodbye, which is simple and convenient.
Tang Bao couldn't help but start to reflect on whether she was corrupt and degenerate.
It seems... there is a little bit...
Tang Bao reflected for a second.
Then he sighed--
This little hand stove is so warm!
I have to say, on a snowy night like this, holding a warm little hand stove, listening to and appreciating the snow, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, is so - petty bourgeois.
Tang Bao was lamenting her petty bourgeoisie here, while the next yard was still making a commotion.
"Take all these things away! Don't let me see them again! Our Cheng'en Palace will be extinct because of me! Do you know that?!" The clear female voice continued, "Father is ridiculed by the people of the capital every day. He is a king who will end up with an extinct family... He is, wuwu..."
As the person over there was talking, he began to sob.
Judging from the voice, she should be a young girl.
Tang Bao frowned.
The King of the Extinct Family?
Who is so immoral to give someone such a nickname?
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