The pinnacle life starting from the son-in-law

Chapter 80

Later, Master Yuzhao took in 5 more direct disciples, taught them martial arts carefully, and protected Ci'an Temple.

Since then, Ci'an Temple has become the largest temple in Heping County.

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Ye Qingqing and Han Xiaojing were sitting in the carriage, before they saw Ci'an Temple, they heard the bell of Ci'an Temple ringing first.

After a while, the carriage turned the corner ahead, and the two people in the carriage heard the coachman's voice coming in.

"My lords, the Ci'an Temple is in front of you!"

Hearing the coachman's voice, Han Xiaojing struggled to break free from Ye Qingqing's hand, opened the front curtain, and looked outside.

After seeing the situation outside, Han Xiaojing turned to look at Ye Qingqing, "Come and see, Ci'an Temple has arrived."

As Han Xiaojing opened the curtain, a burst of noisy voices came in.

Ye Qingqing hurriedly looked out, and saw that the direction the carriage was facing was the gate of the monastery.

In front of the gate of the temple is a road, which is the road that the carriage of Ye Qingqing and Han Xiaojing took.

On both sides of the gate of the temple, there were four or five carriages parked on both sides. On the road, there were still many pedestrians wearing various clothes, walking towards the direction of Ci'an Temple.

The coachman stopped the carriage, turned his head to look inside the carriage, and asked tentatively.

"Guests, there are already people in front, why don't you just get off here?"

Ye Qingqing nodded, took Han Xiaojing's hand, and jumped off the carriage.

As soon as the two got out of the carriage, Han Xiaojing broke free from Ye Qingqing's hand and said in a low voice.

"Stop messing around, there are too many people here, it doesn't look good!"

Ye Qingyi nodded, turned to look at the coachman, and said with a smile, "Brother, find a place to rest first, and we will go back in your carriage later?"

The coachman nodded with a smile, "The guest officer just told me that I will wait for you in the shade of the woods over there."

While talking, the coachman raised his whip, yelled loudly, and drove the carriage towards the direction of the grove.

Han Xiaojing walked quickly to Ye Qingqing's side, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, let's go see Master Yuguang now!"

Speaking of this, Han Xiaojing's tone paused, and she asked with some concern.

"When you're in the monastery, you can't mess around anymore, do you hear me?"

Ye Qingqing smiled wryly and nodded, "Don't worry, I promise, I will stay honest and never make trouble!"

Speaking of this, Ye Qingli seemed to think of something, and suddenly laughed.

Seeing this, Han Xiaojing frowned and asked, "Smile so badly, what bad idea did you come up with?"

Ye Qingqing waved his hand when he heard the words, before he could speak, he sighed first.

"Thinking that I am such a talented and intelligent person, what if Master Yuguang wants to accept me as a disciple if he falls in love with him?"

Having said that, Ye Qingqing blinked at Han Xiaojing again.

Han Xiaojing froze for a moment when he heard the words, then reached out and pinched Ye Qingqing fiercely, and then said in a low voice.

"People are so worried about you, and you are still messing around like this..."

Seeing this, Ye Qingli hurriedly took Han Xiaojing's hand, "I'm not fooling around, I just saw your worried face, and I made a little joke to make you happy."

Speaking of this, Ye Qingqing paused and sighed, "How can a master like Master Yuzhao fall in love with me?"

The two men chattered on the road, which indeed attracted a lot of attention and caused many people to point and point.

Although Han Xiaojing was bold, she was a girl after all. When she saw people watching, she couldn't care less about talking to Ye Qingqing, so she blushed and held Ye Qingqing back, and walked quickly towards the temple.

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After the two entered the temple, they went straight to the main hall facing the courtyard gate.

As soon as he entered the hall, before he looked at the situation in the hall, a voice came from the door of the hall.

"Two benefactors, do you want to draw lots?"

Hearing this voice, Ye Qingyi hurriedly turned his head to look.

It turned out that by the door of the main hall, there was a table with a stick on it, and a middle-aged monk was sitting behind the table.

The person who spoke just now was precisely this middle-aged monk.

Seeing the two people looking over, the middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, "Two benefactors, please draw a lot to solve the doubts in your heart!"

Seeing the lottery on the table, Han Xiaojing's heart moved, and she subconsciously glanced at Ye Qingqing, but she never thought that Ye Qingqing was also looking at herself with a smile.

Han Xiaojing was shy in her heart, turned her head quickly, walked quickly to the table, and asked in a low voice.

"Master, how to draw this lot?"

The middle-aged monk smiled, and pointed to the lottery on the table, "The benefactor only needs to draw a lottery from here, and the poor monk can release the lottery for the benefactor!"

Ye Qingqing heard the words, glanced at a big box next to the table, and asked with a smile, "Is there any condition for us to draw lots?"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged monk put his hands together and sighed, "The Buddha statues in Ci'an Temple have been in disrepair for a long time, but there is no income, so I can only ask everyone to collect donations to repair the golden body for the ancestor."

After hearing what the middle-aged monk said, Ye Qingyi nodded. He didn't believe that the monk in front of him would let them draw lots for free!
Han Xiaojing slowly stretched out her hand, stayed on the stick for a moment, hesitated for a moment, then drew a stick from the stick, and saw the middle-aged monk in front of her.

"Master, please untie the lottery for me!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk put his hands together again, "Almsgiver, before the poor monk solves the problem for the almsgiver, please express your gratitude to the Buddha."

Han Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, before he could react, Ye Qingqing had already taken out a small piece of broken silver and threw it into the box next to him.

"Master, our gratitude has been expressed, please release the sign!"

The middle-aged monk heard that what Ye Qingqing threw was a piece of silver, he nodded hurriedly, but still refused to release the lottery. He turned to look at Han Xiaojing, and said solemnly.

"The almsgiver has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. If possible, as long as you donate 10 taels of silver, you can ask my master to help you solve your doubts. Would you like to?"

Han Xiaojing heard the words and hurriedly asked, "Master, is there any difference?"

The middle-aged monk nodded, "The little monk's Dharma is superficial, and naturally he doesn't understand the lottery drawn by the benefactor, and the lottery answered by the poor monk is only literal."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged monk paused before continuing, "My master is different. He has been immersed in Buddhism for ten years, and his understanding of Buddhism has reached a very advanced level. If my master Releasing the lottery for the benefactor will make the benefactor better understand the meaning of the lottery."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged monk, Ye Qingqing was amazed in his heart. He even suspected that this monk also came from time travel.

This method of the middle-aged monk can't be avoided even by people who have thousands of years of experience, let alone Han Xiaojing.

Sure enough, exactly as Ye Qingqing guessed, Han Xiaojing heard what the middle-aged monk said.

(End of this chapter)