Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran and Sang Cheng were driving the carriage at the front. The door of the carriage was open, and a small breeze was blowing. It was very comfortable. It happened to be a season that was neither cold nor hot. After a while, summer would come, and it would probably be hot and smoky again.

Qiao Jinshu sat at the edge and stretched out a hand.

"My wife, please have a peach, a big one, the pink one."

Song Tingran had no choice but to put his hands behind his back and took out a dozen peaches from the farming space.

After a while.

"My wife, I want to eat lychees..."

...

"My wife, please eat strawberries and some blueberries."

"Oh, it's not me who wants to eat it, it's the baby in my belly who wants to eat it, and my second brother and the others also want to eat it. I'm just passing on the message."

On the way to Jinming Temple, it was not boring at all. We were eating, drinking and chatting.

It took about a little more than two hours to arrive near Jinming Temple, which is equivalent to four hours. So last time Zhao Yu drove an ox cart here to ask for amulets for An An and Xiao Yu... again Walking at night and with no one to change shifts with her, it must be even harder.

Song Tingran sighed in his heart when he thought of this.

The Jinming Temple was built on a mountain and could not be accessed by carriages. He left Zhiyi in an inn at the foot of the mountain, where Song Tingran and his family ordered some food and took a rest.

Song Tingran had inquired before that there were places to stay at the foot of Jinming Temple and on the mountain, but the ones on the mountain were more expensive.

She adheres to the principle of not worrying about money when she goes out to play. Of course, she has to live in the mountains, so that she doesn't have to work hard to go down the mountain at night, saves a lot of energy, and can also have fun.

People come and go here, and according to the waiter at the shop, their place is lively all year round, because for such a temple, countless people come to pray for incense and worship Buddha, and they are very accurate. People come to fulfill their wishes almost every day.

"How was your rest? If it's almost done, let's go up the mountain first and find a place to stay. I'm afraid we won't have a place late and have to come back down the mountain again."

Song Tingran and Sang Cheng exchanged carriages along the way. She was not tired, but her arms were sore, but her heart was already racing. At this moment, she just wanted to go to the mountains to see.

The husbands all expressed that they were not tired. They were sitting in the carriage and had long wanted to walk more.

It hits it off.

Xiao Yuchen was worried and asked the waiter repeatedly to take good care of it and feed it the best fodder, and then they set off together with peace of mind.

Qiao Jinshu ran at the front. After running a few steps, he looked back. He wanted to have fun but was afraid of being separated from his family.

Jinming Temple looks not high, but when you reach the foot of the mountain, you can see the endless steps, which is still shocking.

Shi Yan supported Song Tingran and said, "My wife, this Jinming Temple is so high, be careful."

He then told the other brothers to walk slowly, especially those who were pregnant.

Fortunately, the stone steps are not the kind that go straight up and down. There is a buffer in the middle. Song Tingran and his family walked and rested. After a while, they reached the halfway up the mountain.

Sang Cheng looked at a person not far away, wearing a big cloak. He could only see his back, and it was difficult to distinguish other people. He took three steps and knelt down and bowed one step.

People passing by around him walked around naturally, not feeling strange at all about such a scene.

But Sang Cheng had never seen him before and asked, "My wife, what is that person doing?"

"I have something in my heart to ask for, so I pray to you like this. I hope Jinming Temple will bless you and make your impossible wishes come true."

"Well, being so pious must come true."

After resting for a while, I started to continue climbing the stairs. The higher I got to the top, the better the scenery became. There were many forks in the road, and each road was said to have a different scenery.

"Master, please tell me where to go if we want to stay overnight."

"Amitabha, please go through the path here and you can see it when you turn the corner."

"Thank you, Master."

Fortunately, I met the master of Jinming Temple and asked about it. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to find him, and I might have taken the wrong path.

Following the master's instructions just now, sure enough, when I turned a corner, I saw rows of elegant houses, and it seemed that some of them were already occupied by pilgrims.

"Master, we would like to stay for two days. Is there any room available?"

The young master was not very old, and the monk's robe was a bit ill-fitting. She looked up, nodded, and walked in front, followed by Song Tingran's family.

"Donor, this is it."

Song Tingran was worried that she wouldn't be able to fit in one room at first, but when she went in, she found that it was a big shop with two sides on both sides. It was quite roomy, so she put all her bags here.

"Thank you, little master. How much does it cost?"

The young master twisted his beads and pointed to the way he came.

"We don't talk about money here, we only talk about fate. Please remember the name of the house and go there to renew the fate."

Song Tingran wanted to say something again, but the young master left in a hurry. She turned around and looked at the doorpost, which read two big characters: Qingxin.

Well, what does this mean? I still need to figure it out later.

The place to renew the relationship was very quiet. Everyone was queuing up, and Song Tingran's family naturally lined up here.

It was so plain here that Song Tingran didn't dare to look around, so she stood silently. When it was her turn, she realized that the so-called continuation of the relationship was donation.

As long as you donate to Jinming Temple, you can stay here. No wonder it is more expensive than the inn at the foot of the mountain. It turns out that it is not just a "scenic spot".

"Donor, how many more connections will you continue?"

"One hundred taels, maybe."

Song Tingran didn't know the market price, so he felt that it was hard for him to come here with his family and his dependents, so he couldn't give too little, so he had to show respect no matter what.

The masters immediately recited Buddhist scriptures that they didn't understand well, and the sound of wooden fish and bells rang, which felt quite ritualistic.

"Please ask the donor to write down his name."

"Ah good."

Song Tingran picked up the brush and saw that there were already two people's names on the paper. Both of them had donated a lot of money, the least one being her one hundred taels.

The person with the most donations donated two thousand taels, and her name was Chen Xiangyin. Song Tingran didn't know if it was a coincidence or if it was really her, so she asked about it.

"Donor, this Miss Chen has left this temple."

"Oh, what does she look like?"

When Song Tingran saw the masters looking at her, she quickly explained that they might be one of her friends.

In this way, the masters withdrew their gazes, saying that it was inconvenient to disclose, and stopped answering.

Song Tingran quickly took out a hundred taels of silver notes, presented them with both hands, and prepared to leave to see the scenery.

Unexpectedly, Shi Yan had no intention of leaving behind him, but instead took out his personal money and made a donation.

The other husbands also gave more or less in order. Qingxinzong received the most gifts today.

Shi Yan: "My wife, if I had known that there would be donations when I came to Jinming Temple this time, I would have brought more private money."