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In the blink of an eye, it was November. In November, the ground in Lingxi Prefecture was covered with snow, and the roads in the mountains were extremely difficult to travel.

It usually takes about half an hour to walk to the temple near Linjia Village. In such snowy weather, it took Guangdaner a full hour to walk.

The ones who came together this time were Fang Cuihua and Grandma Lin. In fact, with such weather and Grandma Lin's physical condition, it should have been difficult for her to come to the temple.

But Fang Cuihua knew her mother-in-law's worries. Guangdan'er was her own son, so she could gladly accept some changes in him, after all, he was her own flesh and blood.

But it was different for her mother-in-law. Because she was worried that her mother-in-law would have bad thoughts about Guangdan, Fang Cuihua went out without telling Grandma Lin.

Fortunately, she has always been strong, but this action still scared Guangdaner.

I suddenly understood why grandma often disliked my mother but didn't dare to offend her, and even didn't want to take back the power of the family. Everything was explained now.

What does this prove? It proves that even though filial piety comes first today, absolute strength can still crush everything.

The temple is located on Xiaowu Mountain, northwest of Linjia Village. It is a very popular temple in the surrounding area. However, since the snow fell in the mountains, few people have set foot in the temple.

But there are still some loyal believers who come to burn incense on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month.

The temple walls are relatively simple, made of stacked square stones, and the green steps inside are also made of long stones.

When Grandma Lin and Fang Cuihua arrived at the temple, the first thing they did was to wash their hands, and then offer the incense oil they brought.

Rich families would give money directly, but farmers like the Lin family would bring some sesame oil themselves.

When Guangdan looked at the sesame oil, his heart ached. He usually lived in such a frugal state at home that smoke came out of his mouth, but how could he just donate so much sesame oil?

After sighing softly, she could only obediently hold the incense and join in the worship.

After going through the whole process, Guangdan felt that he could feel the piety of his grandmother and mother.

Grandma Lin found a young master near the door of the main hall. He looked to be about ten years old and had a chubby figure.

"Young Master, is Master Qingyuan here?" Grandma Lin asked cautiously.

The young master glanced at the three people, smiled and put his hands together: "Amitabha, the three donors please follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and left the hall, heading east into a winding path leading to a moon-shaped door.

"The master is inside, please come in." When they arrived in front of a wooden house, the young master stopped, turned around and gestured with a smile.

"Thank you, young master." Grandma Lin took Fang Cuihua and saluted reverently with their hands folded.

Guangdan was learning seriously on the side. He felt a little guilty at the moment. If, if this Master Yuan really saw through his problem, what should he do?

Just when Guangdan was struggling, grandma had already walked into the wooden house.

There are Buddha statues of various sizes on the walls of the wooden house. An old monk with white hair and beard is turning Buddhist beads with his eyes closed.

"Three donors please."

Before Grandma Lin could say anything, the old man spoke first.

"I am an old woman from Linjia Village. I brought my daughter-in-law and grandson here to pray for blessings." For a moment, Grandma Lin didn't know what to say.

The old monk looked at Grandma Lin with a smile, and after a long while he spoke: "Donor, you are a blessed person."

Grandma Lin was slightly startled. A blessed person? If she was really a blessed person, then why did her husband suffer from old illnesses after being married for a few years?

"I am an ignorant old woman, but where does my blessing come from?" Grandma Lin finally asked.

"I came from my descendants." After saying this, the old monk looked at Guangdan with a gentle face.

Noticing the gaze, the naked guy who was pretending to be dead nearby had to speak up.

"I am Lin Guangdan, a little boy, nice to meet you, Master." After saying this, he saluted with his hands clasped together.

"Well, how old are you?" Qing Yuan noticed that this boy actually had a hint of Buddha's appearance, so he stopped spinning the beads in his hand and asked seriously.

"The boy is eight years old." Guangdan was very nervous at the moment, and was trembling with fear.

Which good person would be cared for by the great monk?

Or maybe there's something evil about him.

Otherwise, he just has a connection with Buddha.

But he doesn't want either of these! He just wants to be a little cutie in Lin Village!!

"Well, come to the temple more often when you have free time." Qing Yuan said and closed his eyes again.

Grandma Lin next to him recovered from the blessing of having children and grandchildren, and looked at the old monk anxiously.

"Master, my grandson was frightened some time ago. Can you help take a look?" Grandma Lin naturally didn't dare to tell everyone about the recent changes in Guangdan's behavior. She could only ask Master Qingyuan to take a look at the child.

"The child is fine, he just has a little more wisdom from Buddha. If he does more good deeds, he can keep his wisdom stable."

After Qing Yuan finished speaking, he saw that the three of them all looked confused, so he chuckled helplessly and said, "To put it simply, this child is a blessed person. Because of his deep blessings, he must have great virtues to rely on, otherwise you will not be able to receive such blessings."

Guangdan felt that he understood. This meant that he had to be kind-hearted and do good deeds, and then he would be showered with wealth? ?

Also, so his time traveling through time was just a hint of wisdom? ?

What do you mean?

In a trance——

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. I, an old woman, must do good deeds and accumulate virtue." Although she said this, Grandma Lin was no less confused than Guangdan'er.

How can we do good deeds and accumulate virtue?

Her family still owes foreign debt?

Fang Cuihua who was standing next to her was extremely happy. Master Qing Yuan had said that her son Guangdan was a very blessed person!

As for doing good deeds and accumulating merit, well, Fang Cuihua never took it to heart at all. After all, in her opinion, as long as their family lived well, they were doing good deeds and accumulating merit.

Guangdaner felt that if he didn't speak up, he would have no chance, so he raised his head and looked at the big monk in front of him with anticipation.

He said crisply: "Master, my name is Guangdan, can you give me a name?"

Qing Yuan stroked his white beard and nodded slightly: "Your last name is Lin, and a boat can ferry people across the river, and it can also ferry oneself across the river, so you should be called Zhoudu."

Guangdan immediately thought of the Buddha saving those who are destined to be saved. He looked up at the old man in front of him with some confusion and asked in a daze: "Do I need to save myself, or do I need to save others?"

"If you can save yourself and be steady, you can save others. You and I have some affinity with Buddhism. Come visit me in more temples in the future." Master Qingyuan smiled as he looked at the little kid in front of him who was lost in thought.

He was not mistaken, he indeed had a connection with Buddha.

Turning to look at Grandma Lin and Fang Cuihua beside him, Qing Yuan sighed softly.

Not everyone who has a connection with Buddhism has to enter Buddhism. In this vast world, Buddha saves those who have a connection with him, and those who have a connection with him save the rest of the world.

"Thank you, Master. From now on, I will be called Lin Zhoudu."

Guangdan bowed his body and clasped his hands together in salute, but for a moment he thought of a strange picture.

Xiaodu Xiaodu——

Xiaodu Xiaodu——

Oh, maybe he has a brother named Baidu?

While thinking about it, he took a look at Fang Cuihua's belly.

Xiaodu, are you there?