Chapter 1737 the Wind

Master Jing Kong took that thing and opened it. Inside was a stack of silver notes, at least 300,000 taels. In the past few years, the silver notes he tried to get from Shen Qingci, must be First, they have to go through his hands.

In addition to touching the Buddha beads with his hands, he naturally touched a lot in the contest for tickets.

A monk who travels outside the home, regards gold and silver as dung. He also wants to be the same. He is also a mortal. There are so many people and so many places to maintain in this Xiangjue Temple. You have to live, you have to eat, right?

So in the past few years, in addition to his increasingly tender face, there is also the fact that his face is getting thicker every year, so he only needs to glance at it to know how many banknotes it is?

And such a stack of bank notes, at least there are 300,000 taels.

Shen Qingci has always been a great way to Xiangjue Temple. This time, in order to express her gratitude, she will naturally offer a big gift. She is a layman, and she has always felt that there is nothing in this world that is more practical than silver, even if it is Monk, that also requires money.

Master Qingkong put away the bank note, "At the end of this year..."

He still wanted to ask about the end of the year. The main hall in Xiangjue Temple will be repaired once a year, and it is also at the end of the year, and the annual expenses are also borne by Yipinxiang. Does the 300,000 silver notes also include those?

It's not that he is greedy, but that although 300,000 yuan is a lot, if the main hall in the temple is maintained, this is probably not enough. If we don't mention it, those Buddha statues, if they are really overhauled, may be worth 300,000 taels of silver. , I'm afraid it's not enough.

"She said that at the end of the year, she will send another batch of money over. If it's not enough, my uncle will just open his mouth."

"Then I would like to thank the two benefactors."

Master Jingkong folded his hands together, and the beads on his wrists seemed to have been replaced by a new string.

"Uncle, are you changing the beads again?"

The last time Lao Hengju came over, he was not wearing this string.

"Given to a benefactor."

Master Jingkong will not hide it. Anyway, whether it is old or new, as long as it is worn on his wrist, it will definitely be a good bead.

And he suddenly raised his face and stared at Luo Hengxuan without blinking.

"Why does uncle look at me like this?"

It can be said that he grew up in front of Master Jingkong. Although he didn't meet often, he still knew a little about this uncle.

How could he look at him like this, but what's the matter?

"nothing."

Master Jingkong gently moved the string of Buddha beads on his wrist. He sat cross-legged, as if he was in a state of concentration, and his young and tender face seemed to be filled with some compassion.

Luo Henglu stood up, and then hugged Xiao Luobai, he bowed to Mage Jiangkong, and then left the place.

But after he left, Mage Jingkong opened his eyes.

"It's time to pay attention to cause and effect."

And no one knew about his sudden, mindless words. When he looked at him again, he was sitting there again, surrounded by Buddhist incense, and the sound of Sanskrit was vague.

Luo Hengju walked down the mountain with Luo Bai in his arms, and his carriage was parked there.

"My lord..."

Changqing came over quickly, and also looked at Lao Hengxuan, what's the matter, didn't they come to pick up Laobai this time, and Laobai, where is it?

Lao Hengxuan removed his sleeves and let Changqing look at the sleeping fox he was holding.

The little fox is small, which makes his body into a ball. It is pitiful and thin.

If it weren't for the tuft of gray hairs above the ears, maybe there was a long tail, maybe Changqing couldn't really recognize it, and this long thing looked like a white mouse, it was branded white.

And Liobai has been fat for several months. They all forgot its thin appearance. What they remembered is that beautiful little fat dumpling. Anyone who sees it will touch it, so it is like this now. The poor little appearance also made Changqing recognize it for a long time.

It turned out to be white.

"Let's go."

Lao Hengjuu got on the carriage again, but as soon as he got into the carriage, he saw Nian Nian lying there, and when he saw Lao Hengjuu, he just raised his head, and lay there to sleep again. up.

Lao Hengju stretched out his hand and placed it on Nian Nian's head.

It doesn't lose much weight every year. It has never been a vegetarian. Eighty percent of it is self-sufficient in the back mountain. When it is boiled, it can't eat raw meat, so in the temple, it must be a vegetarian every day.

Therefore, it has not changed every year, but it has become white and thin.

And it doesn't matter if you are thin, as long as you live, you can raise it back if you are thin, and they will definitely make the brand white like before.

Changqing was driving the carriage, also heading towards Shuowangfu.

Luo Hengju has always closed his eyes on the carriage, but for some reason, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then he felt a lock between his eyebrows.

Just now, Master Qingkong looked at his expression and seemed to have some deep meaning.

He just didn't know what it meant, and Mage Jingkong didn't say it clearly.

But he felt that his uncle was really hiding something from him, and as for what it was, he was afraid that he would not be able to ask a question.

If it is said, it will be said on the first side.

If he doesn't say it, he will never say it.

He sighed softly, then lowered his head and pinched his little white ears. She has been thinking about you this month, and even the spices have not been done well.

In the palace of Shuo Wang, Shen Qingci was sitting on a bamboo chair, also holding a fan in her hand, one of them was fanning, but it wasn't too hot, she just felt that there was nothing in her hand, and she would be uncomfortable.

So I asked Bai Mei to get her a fan...

draught.

Anyway, there are many women who like to get windy. In this weather, it is not too strange to hold a fan. After all, some people are greedy for cold, and if they wear thicker clothes, naturally, they will also With a bit of warmth, it's nothing to fan down the fan, in addition to looking good, it can also blow some wind.

But in winter, those with fans are definitely blowing the wind.

"lady."

Bai Mei's voice also rang behind Shen Qingci.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Shen Qingci opened her eyes, and then gently fanned with a fan, and when the wind fell on her face, she could really feel a kind of coolness, a kind of coolness that could make one's ears and eyes clear, A coolness that can also make you sober.

"Ma'am, how many pears have fallen from the courtyard, can you take a look, ma'am?"

Bai Mei happened to walk to that yard today, and wanted to see how the pears were growing? In a few months, the pears will be ready to eat. When this pear tree blooms, almost the entire capital is filled with the fragrance of pear flowers, and when it bears fruit, it is a pear tree.