Xia Houshu opened his eyes suddenly, thinking that he heard wrongly, and turned to look at Zhong Yuqing in confusion. He thought to himself: What evil happened to his mother today? What are you doing asking for a marriage fortune sign? Did the two women just hang red strings?
The matter of seeking marriage also stimulated a certain sensitive nerve in the mother?
Although she has reached the age of Ji, and according to the rules, she has reached the age to discuss marriage, but the Xiahou family has always been particularly valuable because of the few girls, and they have never been worried about getting married. Even the elders have to choose from thousands of relatives.
, at least they should keep their daughter until she is seventeen or eighteen years old before leaving the court. I remember that their ancestors had a great-aunt who was obsessed with swordsmanship since she was a child. At the age of twelve, she went to the mountain to learn the art from a master.
She only came down from the mountain when she was fifteen years old. As soon as the news got out, there was a girl in her family and thousands of families wanted to ask for her. Therefore, she never thought that her mother bringing her to offer incense would have such meaning.
"You heard me right, I'm asking for a marriage sign." Zhong Yuqing's expression was serious and her words were clear, not like she was joking.
Xia Houshu's head was full of doubts, and his heart was full of reluctance. She had just ridiculed the rumored "marriage tree" outside without mercy. Many people had seen it, and now she was here again pretending to ask for the blessings of the Bodhisattva.
Aren't you just slapping yourself in the face?
But what is there to worry about about her marriage?
Compared to her who just got married, her parents should worry more about Xia Houyi, who is about to get pregnant but has not yet been engaged.
But she couldn't disobey her mother's wishes in person, so she had to pretend to be pious and continue to close her eyes and silently pray for a lucky lot in her heart, holding the lotus tube and shaking it in a decent manner.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a bamboo stick fell out of the bamboo stick and landed just in front of the futon. Xiahou Shu hurriedly put the bamboo stick back carefully, then leaned over to pick up the bamboo stick that fell out.
But Zhong Yuqing took the lead.
"Mother..." Xia Houshu's hand froze in a picking position.
Zhong Yuqing did not pay attention to her, but just picked up the lottery and looked at it. When he saw that there was only one number written on it, he saluted Monk Weiner and pulled Xia Houshu to the side hall without any explanation.
Xia Houshu couldn't see through his mother's thoughts, so he stumbled over and followed her. When he was about to go out, he turned around and rolled his eyes at the smiling Bodhisattva.
Don't think you can hold her in this way!
The side hall on the right side of the main hall was filled with the smell of candlelight. One of the walls was covered with yellow cloth bags marked with numbers. Zhong Yuqing followed the numbers on the bamboo sticks to find the corresponding bag and took out a piece of paper.
The yellow cloth strip. She unfolded it carefully. After seeing the content on the cloth strip, she couldn't help but frown slightly and glanced at Xia Houshu very strangely.
Xia Houshu noticed his mother's abnormality and hurriedly walked over. Before he could say anything, Zhong Yuqing had already carefully kneaded the yellow cloth into a ball and held it tightly in his hand.
"Mother, is there something wrong?" Xia Houshu couldn't help but ask, but Zhong Yuqing glanced at her harshly, so he had to swallow down his curiosity.
She has always been knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and she would never ask anyone in person what others didn't want her to know. Anyway, she could always find a way to find out what she wanted to know.
In the back corner of the side hall is a long table covered with old yellow cloth, which is piled with incense, candles, paper money and incomplete ancient books. Sitting inside is an old monk with a gray beard. He looks very old.
My hands and feet are not very flexible either, so after working for a long time I still couldn't repair the dilapidated ancient book in my hand.
Zhong Yuqing walked over and bowed to the old monk. After briefly explaining his purpose, he handed over the yellow cloth strip.
The old monk stopped what he was doing, stretched out his hand and slowly took the yellow cloth strip, and looked at it through the dim yellow candlelight in the side hall. As if his eyesight was bad, he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. This was inappropriate.
Tight, the wrinkles on the forehead, which were already covered with wrinkles, became even more spectacular, as if the sea waves were difficult to level.
He was silent for a while, seeming a little shocked and a little excited, all kinds of unknown emotions intertwined together, and his old face looked very strange. After a while, he recovered, raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, and then
His eyes stayed on Xia Houshu, who was dressed in red, for a moment, and then he took out an ancient book in front of him and looked through it carefully, as if he was looking for something.
Xia Houshu thought that he was relying on his old age to show off, and he felt a little unhappy. He wanted to ask more questions, but Zhong Yuqing held him down without any trace. She looked at her mother and then at the old monk in confusion, and had no choice but to
Just curl your lips and give up.
After a long while, the old monk looked up at Zhong Yuqing again and said calmly: "Donor, this lot has no solution."
Xia Houshu could no longer suppress his curiosity and quietly moved forward. His eyes quickly scanned the yellow cloth strips, and his heart suddenly blossomed with joy.
There is clearly not a single word on the yellow strip of cloth!
Generally speaking, Buddha's lotus will be divided into high, middle and low, or bad and good luck. It was better for her, so she asked for a lotus with nothing. And in the eyes of her mother, it was still her marriage lotus.
Does this blank space mean that she has no marriage, or does it mean that even the omnipotent gods and Buddhas in the hearts of the world feel that she is dishonest and simply turn a blind eye and let it go?
It seems that the gods and Buddhas are also bullies and shy of the strong. Knowing that she doesn't believe it, they don't dare to take care of her.
Xia Houshu thought this, and when he looked at the old monk again, his eyes were full of pity and ridicule. He thought that this old monk was also a sanctimonious guy who only looked at people's orders.
No, whether it is good or bad all depends on his mouth. But because he was not sure about the mind of the person asking for the sign, he did not dare to say anything casually, but instead made the Buddha sign something magical.
If you don’t know how to understand it, then you don’t know how to understand it. You are already old, so you have to pretend to be mysterious and make people feel uneasy. You are really a monk in vain!
Xia Houshu was very disdainful, but Zhong Yuqing, who believed deeply in Buddhism, became more and more frowning.
"What does the master mean by this?" Zhong Yuqing asked anxiously, "Does it mean that my son's marriage is illusory and elusive? Or is the yellow cloth strip explaining the meaning of the Buddha's sign originally misplaced? It was cut by mistake?
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Xia Houshu looked at his mother in shock, and had to admire that they were indeed mother and daughter, and even their ideas were very different. But at the same time, she had to admire her mother's thoughtfulness, and she actually thought that the yellow cloth strip was placed in the wrong place.
But even so, she didn't seem to have turned around. Since all the yellow strips were written by monks in the temple, the results, good or bad, are all other people's words.
She couldn't understand why she had to listen to what others said when these were clearly her own affairs.
If her parents had not listened to the sorcerer's words, how could she not have received care and protection from her parents in the first eight years? Even the reason why she was so resistant to major Buddhist temples and Taoist temples was because of those poor and helpless people.
memory.
Zhong Yuqing clearly did not have the energy or thought to think about her daughter's thoughts at this time.
As if he couldn't bear it, the old monk stroked his beard and said calmly: "There is a cause and effect for the existence and destruction of conditions. The causes in the past life will have the results in this life. Let nature take its course and resolve the previous conditions."
Xia Houshu didn't understand a word, but Zhong Yuqing looked even more sad. She seemed to be unable to accept it, and stood there silently for a long time.
"I just said I don't believe this. My mother just wants me to ask for a signature. Now I am not causing trouble for myself?"
Can't get a good marriage? Do you still need to ask?" As she spoke, she glanced at the calm-looking old monk behind the yellow cloth table intentionally or unintentionally, "Instead of listening to these strange and confusing words, it is better to relax a little, like
What this master said, let nature take its course."
The old monk seemed not to have heard anything, and his face remained calm. He even picked up the ancient books on the table and continued to repair them slowly.
Xia Houshu felt a fire in his heart instantly, but he couldn't vent it. Just looking at the old monk's eyes made him a little more reproachful and disgusted. You, old man, made others uneasy with your few words, but you were quite content yourself.
!If all the monks in the world talk and act like you, I'm afraid not many temples will be able to last forever.
The more Xia Houshu thought about it, the angrier he became. After all, he could not suppress the anger in his heart, so he looked at the old monk and said deliberately: "I wonder what the name of this master is? How noble is he? Is he a monk from this temple or a monk from outside? I
I heard that this man is old, his eyesight is not very good, and his mind is easily confused. I don’t know, Master..."
"Don't be rude!" Zhong Yuqing yelled angrily, "What do you know at such a young age? This is not the place for you to act wild!" After saying that, he apologized to the old monk.
The old monk laughed it off.
Xia Houshu felt indignant in his heart, but because his mother's bad appearance had resurfaced, he could only snort and turned sideways unwillingly. He saw a delicate and clear middle-aged monk walking over, who looked a bit familiar.
The middle-aged monk first saluted the old monk, then turned to Zhong Yuqing, saluted slightly, and said loudly: "Young monk Zishen is a disciple of Master Zhikong. My master invites the female benefactor to come to the Zen room for a chat."
No wonder he always looks familiar, but he is actually an acquaintance.
Xia Houshu looked at Monk Zishen as if he had seen a savior. He was the most proud disciple of Master Zhikong. He was sincere, acted thoughtfully and appropriately, and was proficient in medical skills. He had accompanied Master Zhikong to the Yue Kingdom's palace to perform several treatments.
As a result, Xia Houshu had met him several times.
Speaking of Master Zhikong, he is a well-known eminent monk in Nanqi. He can be said to know astronomy from above and the past and present from below. His speech and behavior are even more unpredictable. He often makes people feel like they are confused and enlightened. The whole Nanqi, regardless of
Both dignitaries and ordinary people respected him very much. People traveled thousands of miles to Huguo Temple. In addition to offering incense and making wishes, their biggest desire was to meet him, understand the teachings of Buddhist scriptures, and resolve their injustices.
In the past, every autumn, Zhong Yuqing would send someone to invite Master Zhikong to stay in his mansion for a few days. Firstly, he would recite sutras for his eldest son Xia Houhui, who died young, and secondly, it would comfort her from the pain of losing her son, which had lingered for many years.
However, Master Zhikong is nearly 70 years old, and his movements are gradually not as flexible as before. In recent years, except for the royal sacrificial ceremony, he has paid no attention to other people and things, and has only focused on meditation.
I am lucky enough to meet you today, which is really rare.
"Amitabha!" Zhong Yuqing looked happy and looked at the young monk Zi Shen with extremely earnest eyes, "Master Zhikong is willing to meet, I am really lucky!"
Seeing his mother's excited and gratified expression, Xia Houshu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He thought that Master Zhikong was really timely this time. With his guidance, his mother would definitely not have random thoughts. This chapter has been completed!