Chapter 948: Old man is jealous of Jinghui, that bald man

Before dawn the next day, Song Ci took his wife and granddaughter to Songshan Temple. As usual, the presidency had been waiting in front of the temple gate, and personally led Song Ci and others to the main hall to worship the gods. He also asked Song Ci to paste a piece of gold foil on the Bodhisattva's body. The remaining gold foil would be plated by the monks in the temple. The prime minister's mansion would just use indulgence oil.

Only after Song Ci and his party worshipped the gods will the temple gate open to welcome the pilgrims, so that the guests will not be affected.

So don’t say that monks are empty in all four elements, and some things still have to follow the world’s laws. Monks are no exception. Just like now, they open the door to convenience for Song Ci, a distinguished guest, because the other party is the legitimate mother of the prime minister of the dynasty, and the first-rank lady whom the Empress Dowager also values.

The indulgence oil added to the prime minister's mansion can provide much more relaxed amounts for temples. For example, repairing various places, placing gold bodies to Bodhisattvas, or handing out vegetarian dishes to the people, all of which are required for silver.

"Today, Songshan Temple was so tired that it was really a sin. Because of my life, we had a little grandson, our prime minister's mansion specially made some vegetarian candy and invited the monks in the temple to have a happy meal. Of course, we also prepared some gifts to the poor people at the foot of the mountain."

The host master clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha Buddha, and said with a smile: "The Madam is of great merit. The young master of your family will bless you with your merits and achievements will definitely be extraordinary in the future."

Song Ci smiled and said, "Let's not talk about whether it is achieved or not. Lao Shi's little grandson has a difficult time. Lao Shi's only long-cherished wish is to hope that he will grow up healthily and safely."

"Please rest assured, the young master of your family is a healthy and long-lived person." The host took out a peace talisman woven with Buddha knots from his sleeves, and presented it to Song Ci with both hands, saying, "This peace talisman was blessed by my monk and nine great monks in the temple. I gave it to the six young masters. I wish him a smooth life and all karma will be resolved naturally."

Song Ci hurriedly took it, put it carefully in his purse, and solemnly thanked the host.

"Today, the weather is very beautiful, and Master Daquan is also preached by Master Daquan. If you are interested, you might as well go and listen. If you think there are too many people, the scenery in the back mountain will be very good. In addition, today, Master Hu Le is the master of the shop, and I also asked Mrs. Tai to enjoy the face and eat vegetarian food before going down the mountain."

Song Ci smiled and said yes, and asked again: "In the blink of an eye, it has been several years since Master Jinghui. I wonder when he will return?"

The host master smiled and shook his head: "Apart from sending a letter of peace by chance, Master Jinghui never revealed where he went and never said his return date."

Don't ask if you return date?

Song Ci was so jealous, but the little bald man was happy, young and well-known, so he traveled all over the world without worrying about not being able to transform into fate.

Thinking about Jinghui's outstanding face, he secretly thought that a woman is a tiger, and that face is so good, don't let the tiger take it away. In history, Xiaoqing comes, he is a little green.

The more Song Ci thought about it, the more vulgar she became. Suddenly, she smelled the smell of sandalwood and suddenly became solemn. She chanted Amitabha several times, and the old woman was guilty of the old woman.

Jinghui, who was sitting in a cave somewhere, suddenly sneezed twice, her ears itched, and she couldn't help frowning, opened her eyes slightly, twisted her fingers and calculated a few times, and her face suddenly turned black.

This Song Ci is really...

Jinghui shook her head with a chuckle. When she was about to stop, she walked out of the cave, looked towards Shangjing, twisted her fingers again, and her brows became deeper and deeper.

"Forget it, it's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster, and what's coming will come eventually." Jinghui murmured.
Chapter completed!