The sugar baby looked back at the monk in gray with an innocent face.
But she was sighing in her heart, why did she feel like this?
Based on his appearance of saving all sentient beings, this master should be Master Zhiren, the abbot of Tianlong Temple.
Master Zhiren is an eminent monk and the senior brother of Master Zhiku.
Master Zhiku can see the light of merit in himself, and Master Zhiren must be able to, too.
"This little benefactor is..." The gray-robed monk, Master Zhiren, asked with a smile.
Old man Su said quickly: "This is my little girl."
After saying that, he told the sugar baby: "Daughter, please pay your respects to the master quickly."
"I've met the master." Tangbao quickly bowed and saluted respectfully.
As expected, Master Zhiren took a step aside.
"You don't have to be polite, little donor."
After Master Zhiren finished speaking, he took off a string of rosewood beads from his wrist and handed them to Tangbao.
"The little benefactor has profound merits, so I will give this string of Buddhist beads to the little benefactor."
King Cheng'en couldn't help but widen his eyes after hearing Master Zhiren's words.
"Great monk, when did you become so generous?" King Cheng'en shouted: "I am asking you for the Buddhist beads you are wearing. I want to be blessed by the Buddha and let the Buddha protect me so that I can win the man in one fell swoop.
It turns out you were stingy and refused to give it to me, so now it’s better..." He gave it to a little girl.
King Chengen looked at Tangbao and felt a little sour.
He is a majestic prince, but he is no match for a little girl.
The sugar baby didn't want it at first, but when he heard that the prince wanted it and didn't want to go, he immediately understood that it must be a good thing.
So, I simply took it.
Don’t give up good things for free!
"Thank you, Master." Tangbao said.
Go back and give it to your little brother!
After the little brother returns to the palace, I am afraid that the plot of winning the heir in Kowloon will start. With the blessing of Buddha... Oh, by the way, how many sons does the emperor's uncle have?
I have to say that Tangbao really doesn’t know how many princes Dayan has.
However, with three thousand beauties in the emperor's harem, he must have many sons.
Tangbao thought secretly.
Even if there are not a hundred and eighty, there must be a dozen or twenty...
After all, my master had recuperated the emperor's body back then.
The emperor's uncle is probably getting stronger and stronger in recent years, and there are countless little princes added to the palace...
My little brother’s road to becoming the heir is a long and arduous one.
While Tangbao was sighing, Master Zhiren looked at King Cheng'en and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the poor monk just gave me a string of Buddhist beads. I'm afraid..."
Master Zhiren paused when he said this.
"What are you afraid of?" King Cheng'en asked puzzledly.
Master Zhiren shook his head.
"Buddha said: It cannot be said... it cannot be said..."
Master Zhiren showed a mysterious expression.
King Cheng'en: "..."
After looking at the majestic hall of Baoxiang, his clenched fists unclenched again.
He was afraid that if he beat the great monk here, Buddha would blame him.
The corner of Tangbao's mouth twitched.
As expected, he and Master Zhiku are brothers, the same way.
"Hmph! Gods and gods are just trying to make things up!" King Cheng'en snorted disdainfully.
Master Zhiren was not angry and looked at King Cheng'en with a smile.
Then, he took everyone in the Su family to the Buddhist temple to light everlasting lanterns.
When the eternal lamp was lit, seven or forty-nine monks were invited to perform rituals and chant sutras...
After a busy day, it was already time for dinner.
Old Man Su and others lived in the outermost Zen room, while Old Mrs. Su and Tangbao were taken to the Zen courtyard inside by the young novice monk.
According to the little novice monk, this was ordered by the abbot.
After all, the Zen room outside is simpler and not as quiet and comfortable as the Zen courtyard inside.
Sugar Baby felt that this should be the back door opened by the host master.
Little did Tangbao know that the Zen monastery she was taken to happened to be where Princess Hua Ning originally lived.
On one side of the monastery where she lived lived Princess Linghua, the daughter of King Chengen.
"Miss, it's snowing outside." Pomegranate quickly walked into the meditation room and said excitedly: "Such big snowflakes, like big white cotton, fell from the sky."
Tangbao couldn't help but smile when he heard the metaphor of pomegranate.
Compared with the elegant sentiment of catkins, white cotton is indeed more popular among country people.
Tangbao got excited and asked Pomegranate to help tie on the red fox fur hooded cloak and went outside carrying an octagonal glass lamp.
Sure enough, large tracts of snowflakes were falling.
The cool air contains wisps of Buddhist fragrance.
There was a faint sound of wooden fish, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity to the quiet night...
Two bodhi trees were planted in the yard, and now their branches are covered with white snowflakes.
The sugar baby stood under the Bodhi tree and looked at himself surrounded by snowflakes.
I feel like I am filled with Buddha energy, and I feel like I am about to soar.
"Miss, let me hold this lamp while you hold the hand stove to avoid catching the cold."
Pomegranate said, took the glass lamp and handed Tangbao a small copper stove.
"I'm so afraid of the cold." Tangbao took the hand stove and said with a smile: "Sister Pomegranate, when the snow starts to fall heavily, let's build a big snowman tomorrow."
"Okay, okay!" Pomegranate said happily: "Let's build a big snowman. It won't be easy to melt when the sun comes out..."
While the master and servant were talking, a "bang!" sound came from the yard next door, and someone didn't know what fell to the ground.
"I've said before, I'm here to pray for Buddha, not to enjoy blessings!" A clear female voice shouted: "Look what you have given me? A red fox fur cloak, a small copper stove,
The hairpin of mutton-fat jade...corruption! Depravity!"
Sugar baby: "..."
He looked down and saw the small copper stove in his hand.
He looked sideways again and saw the red fox fur cloak he was wearing.
Oh, by the way, she also wore a suet-fat jade hairpin on her head.
Because she had let her hair down just now and rolled it up casually when she was about to come out.
Then use a mutton-fat jade hairpin to separate it, which is simple and trouble-free.
The sugar baby couldn't help but start to reflect, has he become corrupt?
It seems...a little bit...
Sugar Baby reflected for a second.
Then he sighed——
This little hand stove is so warm!
I have to say, on such a snowy night with fluttering snowflakes, holding a warm small hand stove, listening to the snow and admiring the snow, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, is too bourgeois.
The sugar baby is lamenting the petty bourgeoisie here, but there is still noisy in the yard next door.
"Take all these things away! Don't let me see them again! Our Cheng'en Palace will be extinct because of me! Do you know?" The clear female voice continued to shout: "Father, the king is going to see the sky.
People in the capital laugh at him, he is an outcast king... he is, ugh..."
The people over there started to cry as they talked.
Judging from the voice, she should be a young girl.
Sugar Baby frowned.
The King of Extinction?
Who is so immoral as to give someone such a nickname?