Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

A simple bowl of vegetarian food, all kinds of vegetarian dishes are mixed together, but the rice, coriander and vegetables are fragrant, and Changge eats it clean.

The little master who came to collect the bowl was very happy to see that the two of them ate so cleanly. He clasped his hands together and said, "Master Wuming is already waiting for the two benefactors."

The environment in the temple is quiet, the forest is deep and the trees are big, which is perfectly integrated with the temple.

The two drank mouthwash tea and followed the little master to meet the unknown Zen master.

The nameless Zen master sat on a piece of lightning-struck wood in the backyard. The big tree was struck by lightning and only half of the stump remained. After years of years, it became a natural resting place.

Over half a century old, the gray-haired old monk sat on the tree stump and closed his eyes to meditate. When he saw them coming, he opened his eyes and smiled and said, "When I got up this morning, there was purple air coming from the east. It turns out that there are distinguished guests."

Fu Huaijin was used to seeing him playful and rascally. Seeing his seriousness, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled slightly: "I can't be a distinguished guest, how is Master?"

"Very good." The unnamed monk raised his brows with joy, and was about to pick his feet. When he saw Qiu Changge beside him, he was startled by the nobleness in her face, and subconsciously put the raised feet back. He said politely, "It turns out that the real distinguished guest is the female benefactor. The face of the benefactor is comparable to that of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, but it's a pity that he was born at an untimely time!"

Fu Huaijin was slightly startled, but it made sense after thinking about it.Changge has an aura that is rarely seen even among the children of aristocratic families.

Changge smiled faintly: "Master, I am very praised. Recently, I have been trapped by nightmares. I don't know if Master can explain one or two things?"

Master Wuming waved his hands, and hurriedly said: "The old monk doesn't look at his face in his life, and he doesn't care about his fate. Just now he saw the female benefactor's face and said abruptly, it is already a sin. Don't let the benefactor hurt the old monk. This stuff will shorten your life. "

What's more, if he is considered to be a person with the fate of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, then he must not have to fold in his life for the rest of his life?

Fu Huaijin's eyes darkened when he heard the words, as if he had seen a fake unknown monk. When the old monk first saw him, he chased after him, crying and begging for his fortune-telling, and said that he had a destiny with Buddha , the previous life, the previous life, the previous life was the monk's life, and the merits and virtues have been completed long ago. I don't know why I still have to suffer and be nostalgic in the world.

Of course, he didn't believe a word of it.

Later, the old monk didn't mention fortune-telling, and came to Orange Garden to eat and drink when he had nothing to do, calling it alms and friendship.So the two became friends.

Did the old monk dare not count Changge's fate, or did he refuse to say it?

"Is there a solution to the nightmare method?" Fu Huaijin changed his rhetoric and asked gently.

The unknown monk praised him highly, or else this kid is extremely smart and has deep roots of wisdom.

"Yes, there are, wait a moment, I'll go and order a piece of lemongrass." Master Wuming got up, went to the back to pick his feet for a while, washed his hands rarely, then lit lemongrass, and held a wooden fish When I came back, I prayed to the four directions, then closed my eyes and began to chant sutras.

Changge saw through the old monk's nature at a glance, and was a little disappointed. He thought that this trip would be in vain, but when he saw that he was chanting scriptures with a bitter face and a sense of solemnity, he closed his eyes and calmed down, letting himself go.

After reading a volume of scriptures, Master Wuming opened his eyes. Seeing that Qiu Changge had closed his eyes and fell asleep, he quickly pressed his waist and motioned for Fu Huaijin to help him to the side to talk.

"Master Wuming, why is your scripture invalid for me?"

Fu Huaijin glanced at Chang Ge who could fall asleep sitting cross-legged.

"The scriptures you recite are deeper than mine. How can my little deeds affect you." The unknown master showed his true colors, pressed his waist, and said, "I'm exhausted, and I haven't recited scriptures so seriously for a long time. , almost overturned.

Fortunately, your friend has been troubled by nightmares for many years, so he can quickly enter the samadhi. "

Fu Huaijin frowned and said, "What did you see?"

"This female benefactor is not simple. She has the noble aura of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, but also the face of an untimely death. She is also riddled with merits and karma from many lifetimes. I really can't see it. Since she is trapped by a nightmare, then The karma must be unfinished. Everything depends on her.

There is another way, if you don't want her to be infested by nightmares day and night, you have to find someone with a deep fortune to be your partner, so that the other person's fortune can suppress her hostility and karma, you are the right one.You boy is the most blessed person I have seen in so many years. It is a pity that you are all beautiful and blessed to make wedding dresses for others. "

The monk shook his head as he spoke.It was the first time he saw Fu Huaijin's fate, so he was shocked when he saw it, and chased and shouted for him to escape into Buddhism, don't delay any longer.

Pity.All the blessings he cultivated are not for himself, like using the body as a container to cultivate merits and virtues for many lifetimes, which is the most tragic fate.

It's also fortunate that he was born in a very noble family, so he can neutralize the misery in his fate. Apart from the fact that his emotions and desires are shallower than ordinary people, there is nothing wrong with him.

But this time we met, the monk felt that Fu Huaijin seemed a little different.

With deep eyes, Fu Huaijin asked in a low voice, "Is there any other way?"

"It's gone, it's gone. The karma she's entangled with is extremely deep, and her fate is so expensive that she can bear it. But if you want to live a stable life, it all depends on your face." The monk waved his hand, and then said happily, "While taking advantage She didn't wake up, let's play a game of chess."

"Already awake." Changge opened his eyes, feeling that he had slept very comfortably this time, and his whole body was much more relaxed. The monk had a few brushes, and the scriptures he recited seemed ordinary, but in fact there was a strange charm in it. It actually put her to sleep for 10 minutes.

The monk was dumbfounded when he saw her wake up so quickly, no wonder the little girl was plagued by anxiety nightmares at a young age, and couldn't even hold back his scriptures.

Changge stood up and bowed to him: "Thank you."

The monk quickly turned to one side in fright, not daring to accept her bow.Good guy, it's time to shorten your life.It doesn't matter if he doesn't know, since he can see that her fate is extremely precious, then this worship can directly shorten his ten years of life.

Only saints can accept the worship of emperors.He, an old monk who is idle and down and out, can't bear it.

"You're welcome, it's for the sake of the Fu family boy, and it has nothing to do with the benefactor. But if the benefactor is willing, you can go to the merit box in front and donate another amount of sesame oil to improve the food in the temple." The old monk said with a smile .

Fu Huaijin smiled and said: "From now on, the master will arrange for the little master to go down the mountain to the Orange Garden to pick up the ingredients in the temple. If the Orange Garden does not have it, leave a list for the steward of the Orange Garden. The steward will buy it and send it up the next morning."

The monk is overjoyed, this is a thick sesame oil money that cannot be thicker!This is to raise their temples!

"That's not necessary. We also grow vegetables in our temple, but the ones we grow are not as good as those in the Orange Garden." The unknown monk laughed.

"Then donate a share of sesame oil money every quarter to add bedding and new clothes to the masters in the temple."

"Make it, make it!" The unknown monk smiled happily, good man!

The old monk said to Qiu Changge: "If the benefactor continues to have nightmares next time, you can go to the benefactor. His recitation of scriptures is no worse than that of the monk. He can sleep soundly after listening to it all night."

Changge's eyes narrowed slightly. No wonder Fu Huaijin didn't do anything last time in Orange Garden. She fell asleep while warming herself by the fire, and she slept very peacefully.

"It's not a frequent nightmare, it's just that I don't sleep well." Changge flatly refused.

Fu Huaijin's eyes darkened slightly, and when he thought of something, he took off the prayer beads on his wrist that he never showed to others, and handed them to her: "This string of prayer beads is given to you, it should allow you to sleep more peacefully at night."

Chang Ge shrank his pupils when he saw the beads. Eighteen beads of glass, each of which was carved with a delicate Buddha head, either sad or happy or angry or angry, was exactly what she carried with her when she was a child. Tsing Yi.

She closed her eyes slightly, suppressing the surging emotions in her eyes, and stretched out her hand to hold the string of Buddhist beads with lingering warmth. The beads were dyed with sandalwood and woody fragrance all the year round, making her hands moist.

She gently stroked the No.17 beads.

"This was originally a string of glazed beads. No. 17 was lost for some reason, and a wooden bead was added." Fu Huaijin explained gently, "The origin of this string of beads is no longer known, but I wear them all year round, and they are blessed with thoughts. , if you carry it with you, you may be able to sleep more peacefully."

This is a family heirloom of the Fu family. There is no record of the origin of the beads. It is only known to be passed down from generation to generation. However, the strange thing is that the ancestors of the Fu family have never produced eminent monks. It is probably the spiritual sustenance of the family. Weak and sick, he often cried at night. The old lady had no choice but to dig out this string of dusty beads in the storage room. The strange thing is that he neither cried nor got sick with him. After so many years, he gradually wore them with him. , never shown in front of others.

Changge tightly held the Buddhist beads in his hand, his eyes were clouded, and his inner depression suddenly became clear.If the Buddha beads are there, then the Dasheng Dynasty really existed.Her previous life was not a dream either.

She looked at the gentle and jade-like Fu Huaijin, and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

He won't know, this is her prayer beads!

"Ahem." The old monk looked at Fu Huaijin, then at Qiu Changge, and smiled without saying a word.The world of mortals is as good as the world of mortals, and there is the purity of the world outside the square. The encounters in life are all due to the cultivation of previous lives.

It was already afternoon when we came down from the temple on the mountain.

Fu Huaijin is going back to Fu's house in the afternoon.Changge also returned to the manor.

After a vegetarian meal, a string of Buddhist beads, and a passage of scriptures, and then returning to the manor, Chang Ge's mood was much calmer, and the hostility in his eyebrows and eyes dissipated a lot.

In the afternoon, everyone woke up one after another, and Qiao Xi shouted in the group to play mahjong.

Qiao Xi: Four missing three, four missing three!Mahjong is coming!anyone there?

Heng Yin: I'm at my grandma's house, going out with my parents to visit relatives!Boo!

Yi Nanmeng: I won't!

Qin Yang: Teacher Qiao, I always thought you were a cultural person!

Qiao Xi: Just kidding, I was originally a cultural person who loves to play mahjong.

Qiao Xi: @秋长歌, mahjong or not, if so, I’ll come~ I’ll visit your mansion by the way.

Changge hugged the puppy, nestled in the soft sofa, and typed like never before.

Qiu Changge: Yes, I just came down from the temple on the mountain, cultivating my body and mind!

Qin Yang:?

Qin Yang: Teacher Changge, if you continue to cultivate yourself, you will be able to become a monk!

Qiao Xi: You just lack the nourishment of love, so you only think about self-cultivation and self-cultivation all day long. Tell me honestly, Qiu Changge, have you ever been in love?Song Shao will not be your first love.

Song Xinghe:?

Changge: No!

Qiao Xi: Grass! ! !Do you really have a first love and are you richer than your ex-husband?Is he more handsome than Dr. Fu?Is there less status than Song?

Qin Yang: Ahem... Is it possible to be one of them?

Qin Yang thought of the Shura field last night, and he was covered in cold sweat until now. Thinking about it afterwards, he felt that apart from Xiaolan and Xiaohong, that little black car was also very problematic, it didn't turn off the engine, and it never left.

He drove a long way and looked in the rearview mirror, but there was no movement from the other party.The black Cullinan is still the top one, and there are not many cars in the imperial capital.

Even if you can afford to drive, why don’t you stay at home to celebrate the New Year at night, watch performances at the Spring Festival Gala, or watch the stars and the moon in the parking lot?I heard that Fu Jia Xiaobawang drove a top-end Cullinan.

The person in that car might be Dr. Fu!

Good guy, it's the meeting of the Three Kings!

Qin Yang seemed to have discovered a new continent, but he couldn't say it, and almost suffered internal injuries.

Qiao Xi: Cough your fart, speak quickly if you have something to say, let go of your fart!

Qin Yang felt aggrieved: Then let's play mahjong, three missing one, three missing one!

Song Xinghe: You all come to Changge's house?I can rush over when my grandpa takes a nap.

Qiao Xi was overjoyed: Hurry up!Autumn Chang singers gather!

Changge:?

It's okay to come to her house, the key is, did she say she wants to play mahjong?

Seeing that they were already leaving in the group shouting, Changge raised his eyebrows, without making a sound, he hugged the puppy and patted the dog's head.

"Teacher Qiu, Happy Chinese New Year, I'm sorry to bother you, the script has been revised, do you have time to read it?" Feng Ke sent a message.

Changge raised his eyebrows, send her the script on the first day of the new year?And the script was changed in such a short time?

She simply replied: "Yes."