"Then the master tells me, how can we guide our family?" Xiang Zhuniang's heart was like a small leaf in the Yudai River, rising and falling, and feeling panicked.

The monk's mouth twitched, and he wanted to speak but stopped. Thousands of words turned into a "Amitabha Buddha".

Xiang Zhuniang stared at the monk's mouth, her eyes turned into cross-eyes. Before the monk could guide her, she looked around, gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and grabbed the monk's hand.

"If the master doesn't give me the direction, I will shout, saying you're offensive!"

She is now a widow, and the monk is rude to the widow, which is enough to shake the capital.

The monk was indeed scared. He stared at Xiang Zhuniang in fear and grabbed his hand. He wore four silver rings and one gold ring on the hand, which made the hand darker and rougher. He put his feet on the back of the hand and rubbed it, which would definitely rub a bunch of old skin.

The monk just thought about it and wanted to vomit. He was not the Master Hua San who attracted bees and butterflies, so he still cherished his feathers very much.

If he is seen by his daughter, he will not have a good life.

"Don't want this female donor, I am so monk, I am just giving the way." The monk's voice trembled like the dogtail grass in the autumn wind. Since his wife died, he has been guarding his body as jade. If such a vulgar woman ruined his chastity, he would be even more unfair than Dou E in the play.

Xiang Zhuniang raised her lips and smiled proudly, but her hand refused to let go.

The monk was helpless and looked pitiful.

What can he do and what else can he do? What a man like him is most afraid of is this kind of thing.

Xiang Zhu Niang smiled even more proudly. So what about the monk? You dare not say it, I will lie on the ground and roll on the ground now.

"If you don't hide it from the female donor, this method is not difficult. Alas, it's just that if I say it, it will deplete the merits I have accumulated with hard work..." Before the monk finished speaking, he felt that the female donor had a little more strength in his hand, so he had to bite the bullet and continue.

Xiang Zhuniang was a little more concerned. The reason why this monk refused to say anything was that it would damage his merits.

In a dream, since I let my mother know, don’t try to get through it. If you don’t tell me honestly, I will go to Shuntian Mansion to sue you for the evil widow.

The monk continued, "If the female donor knows who the surname is the best, just walk in the northeast direction, and raising nine incense sticks when encountering the temple, donate nine money to the temple, and then find an old locust tree. When the second day of the day, walk around the locust tree and burn nine pieces of paper money, shout as you walk, shout the name of the enemy and creditor, and ask him to let you go and reincarnate quickly. When shouting, the voice must be loud to ensure that the enemy and creditor can hear it.

Nine circles, cut a piece of thick branches from the old locust tree, make a tablet and worship it in front of the grave of your man and your son. If the funeral has not been held yet, it is best to offer it in front of the spirit. On the nine days, after the nine days, you will burn the tablet and sprinkle the ashes of the burning tablets in four directions, east, west, south and north. All this is done, and your daughter's wish will be fulfilled. In addition, this is the secret of heaven, and cannot be spoken to by others, even your daughter cannot speak out."

After saying this, the monk suddenly changed his face. The bowl in his hand fell to the ground. He broke free from Xiang Zhuniang's hand, knelt on the ground with a thud, and put his hands together: "The Buddha forgives his sins, the Buddha forgives his sins, I will go to the deep mountains to face the wall, Amitabha Buddha."

Xiang Zhuniang immediately understood that this monk was sentenced to the Buddha.

She looked around and saw that the old locust tree was thick and strong, and it was good to cover them tightly, so it was good to use it as a tablet.

Unfortunately, the direction is wrong.

Xiang Zhuniang made up her mind to look at the sky. It was too late to go to the temple and find the locust trees. She had to wait until tomorrow, but she could buy yellow paper and spend paper money when she went home.

She didn't bother to care about the monk kneeling on the ground anymore, and ran home.

It was not until Xiang Zhuniang ran away that the monk stood up from the ground, patted the soil on the monk's robe, picked up the bowl that had been thrown in half, and left.

Behind the Shuntian Prefecture yamen is an alley. After leaving this alley, you will not walk far away. The slums where the officials and slaves live in the streets are living. Going forward, there is a small shop that sells fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, tofu brains in the morning, buns, big cakes, egg soup at noon, and wontons, dumplings, millet porridge at night. Those who come here to eat are either the yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's yamen's

At this time, there are no guests in the shop, but today there are two tables of people.

Moreover, these people are neither yamen runners in the yamen nor come to visit prisons.

A handsome boy sat in a dark place on a table, and a pretty maid stood behind the boy.

On the other table, there were two little girls, the older one, who picked a bead flower from his head, put it in front of another girl, and said, "I will return the bead flower to you."

Another little girl smiled and said, "I'll give it to you."

"I don't want it. The old man just stared at the beads and couldn't even pull out his eyes. Don't think I don't know anything. The core of the beads is an Eastern bead, and the surroundings are a Southern beads. I dare not wear this thing, so I may not let the thief take a look at it, and my life will be gone."

The little girl said, stretching out her hand to brush her hair, and the bells on her wrist jingled.

This is Li Buer, who has the unchanging bells of thousands of people and thousands of faces.

"Okay, then I'll give you some of them back." Miss Hua, who was sitting opposite, said with a smile. She looked at Li Buer's face, but she was muttering in her heart, not knowing whether this face was true or false.

"I don't want anything else, you'd better exchange it for me for money." Li Bu'er said.

"Okay." Miss Hua said, and said to the door, "Shi Bing, get the money."

Shi Bing came in and took out a silver note worth ten taels of silver. Li Bu'er took the silver note, rolled it up, stuffed it into the purse at his waist, stood up, and said to Miss Hua, "This place is not good. Let's change the place next time. If it's still here, I won't come."

"Why?" Hua Jingyao was puzzled. This place was temporarily found, but she didn't think it was good or bad.

Li Bu'er pointed at Hua Jingyao, then pointed to the black charcoal next door, and said, "You two are like you, do you seem to be people who will come here? Are you afraid that others don't know that you have something to do here?"

Hua Jingyao raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "I'm asking someone to go find a place. I'll notify you when I have a new place."

Li Bu'er nodded, stood up, but did not rush to leave. Instead, he said to Miss Hua: "Since we have money to make money, our father and daughter will not leave for the time being. You should remove the person."

Miss Hua burst into laughter: "You discovered it?"
Chapter completed!