"By the way, I don't have any pocket money anymore," said the mother-in-law.
"I didn't give you five copper coins a few days ago, and I didn't see you buying anything. Why is it gone?" Haitang asked puzzledly. She was most afraid that her mother-in-law would develop the habit of lavish spending when her living conditions improved.
When she first came here, a few copper coins cost her family a lot of money. Now that she has a lot of money, five copper coins were spent in a few days...
"I donated it as incense to the temple. Today the Bodhisattva appeared. If I say sincerity, it will work. As long as I donate more incense money, Datong will definitely be able to get the top prize and be named on the gold list. This is the glory of the whole village. You can't stop it.
, We can’t delay Datong, my son is destined to be the number one scholar." My mother-in-law said proudly.
Donating it to the temple as incense, having the Bodhisattva appear, or letting the old monk deceive you is still the same.
"Yes, can you stop that? Tomorrow I will go to the temple with you to burn incense." Bai Haitang said.
"Okay, please donate more incense. The monk said that the Bodhisattva will bless us." The mother-in-law muttered something.
Haitang settled the mute girl and went to sleep with Tian Tian in her arms. Now that she was holding her in her arms, the little one was a lot heavier. Normally, her mother was not around and she never cried or made trouble. She would definitely be a sensible girl in the future.
The next day, before Haitang woke up, her mother-in-law had already knocked on the door, urging Haitang to go to the temple quickly.
Bai Haitang wanted to see how the monk defrauded her mother-in-law of all her coins.
The temple is on the top of a hill not far away. There is only one such temple nearby, so the villagers from Siliba Village come here to worship Buddha and God. Although the villagers are very poor, everyone is willing to spend money on praying to God.
money.
Some people squeeze two copper coins out of their teeth throughout the year and finally throw them into the merit box in the temple.
This is Bai Haitang's first time to visit the temple. The temple is not big and there are not many people there in the early morning. But when you see the incense burner in front of you, you can tell that the incense is very popular here. The incense ash is thickly covered with the incense burner.
There was only one old monk in the temple, sitting under the statue of Bodhisattva, knocking on wooden fish and speaking plausibly, without knowing what sutra he was reciting.
"Master, Master, I have brought my wife to seek fame for my son. Please give me some advice." The mother-in-law looked pious and knelt in front of the Bodhisattva, clasping her hands together and kowtowing continuously.
"The Bodhisattva has given guidance, and sincerity will lead to wisdom." The old monk glanced sideways at Bai Haitang.
"Yes, yes, my wife has brought enough sesame oil money to support the Bodhisattva. Master, please let my daughter-in-law see the Bodhisattva's manifestation with her own eyes." The mother-in-law said piously.
I heard that if you spend enough money on sesame oil, it's worth it to recreate a "miracle".
"Wait until I ask the Bodhisattva." The old monk closed his eyes, as if he was really in tune with the Bodhisattva.
After a while, he opened his eyes and said: "Bodhisattva, for the sake of your sincerity, let me show you the instructions." After saying this, the old monk got up and went to the back hall.
Bai Haitang still doesn't know what tricks he is trying to pull, but Bai Haitang doesn't believe in such unfounded things as psychics and miracles.
This old monk was white and fat. Almost all the believers and good women who came to pray were as skinny as wood and withered faces. None of them were as well-nourished as him. All the Bodhisattva's sesame oil money ended up in the old monk's wine bag and rice bag.
After a while, the old monk came out with a piece of cloth in his hand. Then he lit three candles in front of the Bodhisattva, recited some prayers and the like, spread the cloth with both hands, and baked it on the candlelight...