On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 249 Sesame Oil Money

Daikokuji Temple is really big.

It is incomparable to the small ruined temple before.

The main hall is layered with layers, and there are countless rooms. Monks can be seen everywhere, and the air is filled with Buddhist incense.

The Buddha statue in the hall is tall, with a solemn appearance, and his eyebrows are lowered, overlooking all living beings.

Yan Ruyu does not believe in Buddhism.

Huo Changhe didn't believe it either.

On the other hand, Ma Liyu clasped his hands together, looking very pious.

There were not too many people in the hall, so it would be their turn after a while.

Yan Ruyu did not go forward to kowtow, but went directly to the table where the sesame oil money was donated, took out a banknote and handed it to the monk.

Generally, small amounts of broken silver are put directly into the merit box, and large amounts of silver notes are handed over to the monks.

Such people usually have something to ask for, and the head of the temple will meet them.

The monk who took the banknote narrowed his eyes slightly when he looked at the amount on it.

He folded the banknotes solemnly, put them into the merit box, clasped his hands together and asked, "Donor, what do you want me to ask for?"

Yan Ruyu looked troubled: "Can you please ask Master Abbot to come out and meet me?"

"To be fair to the donor, the abbot is out for business today," the monk looked at Yan Ruyu, "is the donor not from Xucheng?"

Yan Ruyu nodded: "No, we just arrived in Xucheng today. We came here because of his fame. We heard that the abbot master's Dharma is profound, so we came here to see him."

I see. If you are a local, you should know that the abbot is in the governor's mansion today.

"What a coincidence. The abbot has a Buddhist service today. However, the master's first disciple, Master Wuming, is here. He can fully understand the master's true teachings. If you have general doubts, Master Wuming can also do it."

Yan Ruyu hurriedly said: "Okay, I wonder if Master Wuming can meet?"

The monk nodded: "Please come with me, almsgiver."

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe looked at each other and followed.

Ma Liyu followed behind, wondering what kind of medicine Yan Ruyu was selling in the gourd.

He just saw that the bank note given by Yan Ruyu was 1 taels.

The business hasn't been completed yet, so I have to invest 1 taels first. This cost is too high.

Go around the main hall, pass through several moon gates, and arrive in front of a Zen courtyard.

The monk said: "Donor, please wait a moment. The poor monk will go in first and speak to Master Wu Ming."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Liyu couldn't help but said: "Princess, why did you give him so many banknotes?"

Yan Ruyu whispered: "You can't trap the wolf if you don't let go of the child. Don't be impatient, adults."

Huo Changhe smiled slightly: "Master Ma, do you feel sorry for Yin Zi?"

Ma Liyu smiled bitterly and shook his head - can you not feel bad? Although it is not his money, it is 1 taels!

Not long after, there was the sound of footsteps, and the monk came out again: "Donor, please come inside."

The small courtyard is quiet and the layout is simple, but not simple.

Although Yan Ruyu doesn't know much about Feng Shui, she can tell the quality of things. The things placed in the courtyard and the flowers and plants planted are not cheap varieties.

He stepped into the house and was about to go to the inner room when the monk stopped him in vain: "Madam, I'm really sorry, Master Wuming has a habit of waiting for people to disappear."

Ma Liyu was startled. This miscellaneous person was referring to him!

He was a little annoyed. When did the monks become so famous? When he was on duty in the palace, the emperor and princes could see him from time to time.

Yan Ruyu looked back at him: "Just wait here."

Ma Liyu secretly sighed: "Yes."

Just as he was about to enter, the monk looked at Huo Changhe again.

Huo Changhe seemed to be smiling, but Yan Ruyu said: "This is my husband, we are husband and wife."

The monk had no choice but to get out of the way.

The layout of the house is also very simple. There is a calligraphy and painting asking about Zen hanging on the wall, a table, four chairs, and a bed.

There is a set of teapots on the table, white porcelain, as crystal clear as jade, shining with a faint light.

In the center is a small incense burner, exquisite and exquisite, with emerald green color. The fragrant mist spreads out from the hole. Take a breath and feel relaxed and happy.

Not to mention the intricately crafted bed with exquisite carvings, there are enough of these items alone to number tens of thousands.

Sitting on the couch by the window was a monk in his thirties, with fair skin and slightly drooped eyelids, twisting a string of jasper beads in his hand.

"Master Wuming, we've arrived."

Wuming opened his eyes and turned his gaze to Yan Ruyu. He saw her head full of pearls and the gorgeous clothes on her body, and the light flashed by.

He stood up, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, donor, please sit down."

"Thank you, Master."

Yan Ruyu turned around and sat down, thinking Wu Ming, why don't you call me Wu Neng?

Wu Ming said again: "I wonder if the donor has any doubts? The poor monk is willing to help me."

Huo Changhe was very interested. In his eyes, Yan Ruyu was like an interesting book. Unless he turned to that page, he would never know what story would be written.

Yan Ruyu sighed softly: "Master, I don't know something. My husband and I came here because of its reputation. I heard that the eminent monks in Daguo Temple not only have profound Buddhist teachings, but also can make thousands of wishes in front of the Buddha and relieve all kinds of suffering, so..."

Yan Ruyu paused, as if it was difficult to speak, and said enlightenedly: "It's okay for the donor to just say it. I, the Buddha, am compassionate. If I can relieve the donor's suffering, I will not shirk it."

Yan Ruyu lowered her head and said: "To be honest, my husband and I have been married for two years and we still don't have a son or a half, so..."

The smile on Huo Changhe's face froze and he stopped breathing.

In Wu Ming's eyes, he looked like he was truly sad.

Ma Liyu outside was also listening with his ears pricked up. He choked on his breath and almost coughed.

Wu Ming said: "So that's the case. Many donors come to ask for children, and many people get their wishes. The key lies in whether they are sincere and whether they are destined to have children."

"Don't worry, Master, we husband and wife are definitely sincere," Yan Ruyu said, "As long as our wish comes true, we are willing to pay ten times more for the sesame oil."

ten times!

That’s 10 taels!

Not to mention Wu Ming, Ma Liyu was also shocked.

Wuming looked calm on the surface, and the beads in his hands spun faster.

"Buddha fulfills the wishes of all sentient beings only for the money of sesame oil," Wu Ming smiled and nodded, "However, the poor monk is deeply moved that the donor can have this life, and will definitely pray for the donor in front of the Buddha."

Yan Ruyu was overjoyed and saluted: "Thank you, Master."

The moment she moved, a faint Buddhist fragrance floated out of her body.

It's very light, very elegant, and goes straight into Wu Ming's nostrils.

Wu Ming paused imperceptibly with his fingertips and asked, "I wonder what the donor does for a living?"

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe looked at each other.

"Donor, please don't get me wrong. The reason why the poor monk found out about this matter is to see if he has committed any killing. If so, he needs to chant sutras and transcend."

"Killing?" Yan Ruyu was shocked, "My husband and I are both good people, but we have never killed any living beings."

Wu Ming smiled slightly: "It doesn't mean killing people. For example, butchers and the like can be counted."

Yan Ruyu said in a relieved tone: "No, our family is in the spice business."

"Spice?" Wu Ming asked again, "Then, is there any Buddhist fragrance?"

"Of course we do. Although our family doesn't specialize in making Buddhist incense, we still have some."

Ma Liyu pricked up his ears again, is this coming?