The same goes for Ruqi, who teaches the Dharma and it is really not appropriate to change it to a tonsure scene.
Gu Zhengchen suffered an "unexpected disaster" because the eight-treasure porridge he had just made was mixed with two long hairs. It was unknown who belonged to them, which made Gu Zhengchen lose his appetite.
But Liang Jiajun didn't care at all. He liked the Buddhist eight-treasure porridge very much and didn't even refuse the bowl handed over by Gu Zhengchen.
The Buddhist eight-treasure porridge is just like that, made from white rice, walnuts, hazelnut pine, and jujube millet.
Liang Jiajun is a person who likes reading. After passing through the Zhengfo Hall, he arrived at the Lunzang Hall, where Liang Jiajun planned to read scriptures.
Gu Zhengchen flipped through a few pages, but was really not interested in the scriptures. He made an appointment with Liang Jiajun to meet again in an hour, then left the Lunzang Hall and walked to the Guanyin Hall on the left.
Men, women and children come to the Guanyin Hall. In addition to praying for blessings, many people ask about marriage and children. Of course, more people worship each one in person, no matter whether it is a Bodhisattva or a Vajra.
Gu Zhengchen patted the ancient trees and looked at the wintersweet. He was about to leave when suddenly a hand stretched out and blocked his way.
Inside the Guanyin Hall.
Zhang Xiwan's spiritual lottery tube was shaking, and the spiritual lottery inside kept hitting the wall of the tube, making a clattering sound. Suddenly, a spiritual lottery flew out of the tube and fell to the ground.
Zhang Xiwan stretched out her delicate hand, picked up the spiritual lottery and looked at it, only to see that it read:
When the wind blows and clouds appear, you will enjoy good fortune.
On the day when the eight dragons meet, they will meet the fate of precious flowers.
Zhang Xiwan didn't know what he meant, so she stood up and looked at Gu Qingqing who was standing aside. Gu Qingqing pulled Zhang Xiwan to the room to the left of the Bodhisattva statue, where an old monk was interpreting the signatures.
After waiting for nearly half a quarter of an hour, it was Zhang Xiwan's turn.
The old monk looked at Zhang Xiwan, Gu Qingqing and others. Seeing that they were well-dressed and seemed to be ladies, he took the spiritual lottery and glanced at it, and immediately frowned.
Zhang Xiwan felt uneasy, and Gu Qingqing quickly asked: "Master, what is written on this spiritual sign?"
The old monk looked at Zhang Xiwan and scratched his white beard: "I wonder if the donor is asking for money, marriage, or asking about the future?"
Zhang Xiwan lowered her head: "Ask about marriage."
The old monk frowned and pondered for a while. When Zhang Xiwan and Gu Qingqing were anxious, he spoke: "When the wind blows, clouds will appear, and you will have good luck. Let me talk about the first half of the lot first. When the wind blows, you can see that there are bumps in your life." If things go wrong, Yun Sheng also means that you have a turning point, and your fortune should not be ruined..."
Zhang Xiwan nodded repeatedly.
But no, my mother passed away early. Isn't this the biggest setback in my life?
The old monk observed Zhang Xiwan's face and knew that he was right, so he sighed: "It's just that the second half of the lot says the day when the eight dragons meet, so you can meet the fate of the precious flower. Your marriage should be on the day when the eight dragons meet. These eight dragons refer to These are the eight dragon kings of Buddhism, including the Dragon King Suoji, the Dragon King Shuji, and the Dragon King Deshajia. The day when they will meet is far away. If these eight dragon kings cannot meet, your marriage will probably not be what you want, and you will never end up alone, unless …”
"Unless what?"
Zhang Xiwan was extremely nervous.
The old monk sighed: "Unless the Buddhist practice is to invite these eight dragon kings to meet. It's just that ordinary people can't afford such a big ritual."
"Yes, how many strings are needed?"
Zhang Xiwan asked.
The old monk's face darkened: "What did the donor say? This is the important place of Buddhism. Don't care about the yellow and white things. Everything depends on your intention. When your intention arrives, the incense will arrive. When the incense arrives, the Eight Dragon Kings will naturally arrive."
Seeing that the old monk was talking seriously, Gu Qingqing asked anxiously: "How much incense do you need?"
The old monk rolled his eyes at Gu Qingqing, then looked at Zhang Xiwan. Guessing that the two of them had never seen this scene before, he couldn't get angry anymore, so he stretched out two fingers.
Gu Qingqing and Zhang Xiwan looked at each other, and Zhang Xiwan asked in a low voice: "Liang Guan?"
The old monk sneered: "It is indeed possible to invite one of the eight dragons to the two guilds, but it is difficult to get the eight dragons together without having 20 guilds..."
"Twenty strings?"
Zhang Xiwan looked embarrassed.
Gu Qingqing was also shocked. Twenty dollars was enough to kill ten clay statues of Bodhisattva. Is it so difficult to hire a Dragon King?
"I only have ten dollars with me, which was given to me by my brother."
Gu Qingqing took out his purse, which contained broken silver and copper coins.
The old monk's eyes lit up, ten pieces of silver?
Who in the ordinary family would go out with ten guan of money? It was indeed a wealthy family.
Zhang Xiwan took out her wallet and counted it, but she only had three ounces of money.
Seeing this scene, Gu Qingqing asked for the money that Gu gave to the maid, and collected seventeen guans, but still had three guans left.
Seeing that Zhang Xiwan and Gu Qingqing had spent everything they had, the old monk knew that it was not appropriate for him to go home for such a thing, so he reluctantly said: "Hey, monks are compassionate. Although you don't have enough money for incense, I think you are sincere." , I will agree to it.”
Zhang Xiwan took the bulging purse from Gu Qingqing, said a few words to Gu Qingqing, and then handed it to the old monk: "Then I'll trouble the Master."
The old monk had a smile on his face and stretched out his hand to grab his purse: "Where is the way to save the world from Buddhism..."
"Buddhist what?"
A clear voice interrupted the old monk's words.
The old monk was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw a young man walking over. Then he reached over and grabbed his purse.
"mine!"
As soon as the old monk exerted his strength, whoever expected the other to be faster pulled hard and the purse came out of his hand.
"elder brother!"
Gu Qingqing shouted in surprise.
Gu Zhengchen grabbed the purse in his hand, glared at Gu Qingqing, and then said to the old monk: "It is really disgusting to have a monk like you in Tianjie Temple."
"you you……"
The old monk was a little anxious and couldn't speak for a while.
Gu Zhengchen turned sideways and turned his head to look. He saw a gentle woman sitting in front of him, and he felt familiar.
Two strands of hair floated on Ruxue's cheeks, Xingzi's eyes flashed slightly, and her elegant little face revealed an unworldly elegance. The eyebrows are like willows, carved with a brush.
The delicate little face is a bit shy, with a poetic elegance.
"It's you!"
Gu Zhengchen looked at the woman in front of him and said happily.
Zhang Xiwan stood up and bowed slightly, raised her eyebrows and looked at Gu Zhengchen, then lowered her head: "Mr. Gu, do you still remember me?"
Gu Zhengchen nodded and recalled, "I often think of you when I say goodbye outside the walled courtyard. I never expected to meet you here, and I never expected that you are the sister Jinlan my sister calls me."
"think of me?"
Zhang Xiwan's face suddenly turned red, and she found it difficult to adapt to such straightforward words.
"Brother, have you met Sister Wan?"
Gu Qingqing was surprised. She took Gu Zhengchen's arm and asked, then looked at Zhang Xiwan: "Sister Wan, when have you met?"
When Gu Zhengchen saw Zhang Xiwan blushing, he became more considerate, and said to Gu Qingqing: "When my brother went to Jinling, he passed by Shanyang, stopped there briefly, and had an encounter with Miss Zhang. Miss Zhang, you and your sister are here to do it. What?"
Zhang Xiwan looked at the spiritual lottery on the table, her face turned even redder, and she pinched the corners of her clothes with both hands, not knowing how to answer.
Gu Qingqing didn't care about that and said quickly: "Brother, this mage said that Sister Wan's fortune-telling is not good and she needs twenty ounces of silver to have a good marriage."
"Oh, is it so?"
Gu Zhengchen looked at the old monk, reached out and picked up the spiritual lottery on the table, and took a look at it twice: "This spiritual lottery - the mage can interpret it accurately. If not, you might as well find someone else to interpret it."
