Fortunate Life of the Rural Beauty

When passing by Guanyin Hall, Chen Afu proposed to offer three sticks of incense to Guanyin Empress and ask the Bodhisattva to bless her for a smooth delivery.

Now Chen Afu is absolutely superstitious, absolutely believes in reincarnation, and believes in Buddha and Bodhisattva - she has traveled through time, so what else is impossible?

There was also a saying in the previous life that children were not allowed to enter the main hall. I was afraid that if they moved randomly, they would startle the Lord Buddha and Bodhisattvas. So Chen Afu asked the two children to stand in the veranda and wait. Ten guards protected them and five guards followed him.

Chen Afu worshiped the Bodhisattva devoutly, donated money for sesame oil, and then was helped by Hong Fei to turn around and walk out of the hall.

As soon as she walked out of the main hall door, Dabao and Yan'er who were in the verandah held hands and ran towards her, shouting, "Mother, mother, Bodhisattva will definitely bless my mother to give birth to two younger brothers."

Both children were misled by Mr. Chu. They no longer talked about their sister, only their younger brother.

The two children shouted, making the other pilgrims laugh.

Chen Afu blushed with embarrassment. Hong Fei stood in front of Chen Afu and caught the child who was rushing towards him. The two of them slowed down their strength, then pulled Chen Afu's skirt and said, "Mom, if you worship the Bodhisattva, you will definitely have two younger brothers."

Chen Afu was speechless, just smiled and held their hands and prepared to walk to the verandah, when he saw a dozen guards surrounding the three of them with wary faces. Two more guards leaned down and hugged the two young masters into their arms, and Hong Fei also supported her.

She turned her head and saw the person she least wanted to see - Princess Rong Zhao. Rong Zhao came out of the back door of the front hall and was walking towards her.

When Rong Zhao heard in the capital that Chen Afu was pregnant, he smashed several tea bowls. Later, I heard that they were twins, and a bunch of decorations were smashed. She touched her dissatisfied belly. Could it be that the prince consort's title was really going to be passed on to that bitch's son? No, absolutely not, I must have a son!

So, she pestered Lord Chu to come to Lingyin Temple again. She said she came to worship Buddha, but in fact she came to Master Wu Zhi to treat her illness.

Lingyin Temple had a transcendent status in the Dashun Dynasty, even surpassing Baoguo Temple on the outskirts of Beijing. One hundred and ten years ago, when Emperor Shun Gaozong was forty years old, he suddenly devoted himself to Buddhism. He gave the throne to the prince and was ordained and converted to Buddhism in Lingyin Temple, taking the Buddhist name Xuanneng. Master Xuan Neng passed away fifty years later, and his relics are still enshrined in the temple.

Master Wu Zhi is the nephew of Master Xuan Neng, so even the emperor respects him. No one dares to force him to do anything he doesn't want to do.

In addition to forty years ago, Master Wu Zhi predicted that the south of Dashun would suffer unprecedented floods, and he also treated people during a widespread epidemic twenty-six years ago. He did not publicly see anyone, nor did he publicly see anyone. But everyone in the Dashun Dynasty, including the emperor's relatives, believed that Master Wu Zhi was an omnipotent monk.

The great disaster that happened forty years ago was because the late emperor listened to the master's prophecy and made full preparations, saving millions of lives. During that epidemic, Master Wu Zhi saved countless lives.

Master Wu Zhi is very busy, either traveling around, practicing in seclusion, or going out to do business. Rong Zhao wanted to try his luck and see if he could find him.

She heard that the second and third emperor brothers were also looking for the traces of Master Wu Zhi. It was only after the emperor sent them to conduct disaster relief and inspections that they stopped thinking.

If she goes to other temples, Lord Chu will not be patient to accompany her. But if she comes to Lingyin Temple, he must accompany her. Because Yingxue'an is here, he is afraid that she will go there to cause trouble.

As soon as Rong Zhao came to Lingyin Temple, he first went to the Zen room of Master Wu Zhi. This time Master Wu Zhi was not only there, but also agreed to meet her, which made Rong Zhao overjoyed.

When she entered the Zen room, Wu Zhi only looked at her twice, then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I can't cure Nv Shi's illness."

Rong Zhao said angrily, "I'm not a doctor. I know how to look, smell, ask, and feel to treat a disease. Master, I didn't do any of the three. Why do you say I can't cure my disease?"

Master Wu Zhi said, "Amitabha, Lao Na is looking forward to it. The female donor is destined to have no children."

Rong Zhao was furious, slapped the table, stood up, and said sternly, "How dare you say this to me!"

Master Wu Zhi said calmly, "The female donor came to the temple many times to find Lao Na. Seeing that the female donor was sincere and had some connection with Buddhism, Lao Na told the truth... Since the female donor did not believe what Lao Na said , just pretend that Lao Na didn’t say anything.”

Rong Zhao said angrily, "I came to see you for medical treatment, and I didn't ask you to read your fortune."

Master Wu Zhi said, "Amitabha, the female donor is the sixth person who can tell Lao Na's fortune. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and there is only one shore. The female donor can take care of herself. Amitabha, it is good, it is good." After saying this, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes and recited. After reading the scriptures.

Lord Chu, who was waiting outside the Zen room, heard the commotion and quickly entered the room to grab Rong Zhao and persuade him, "Princess, be careful, this is Lingyin Temple, and you are facing Master Wu Zhi."

Then he bowed to Master Wu Zhi and said, "Master, I'm sorry, Rong Zhao made a mistake, please forgive me."

Master Wu Zhi continued to recite the Buddha's name and seemed not to hear his words.

The eldest disciple on the side, Gui Ling, clasped his hands together and said, "Please give me two benefactors."

Rong Zhao calmed down. She knew that even though she was a princess, she could not act recklessly in Lingyin Temple. He quickly put down his posture and begged with tears, "Master, how can we resolve this evil consequence?"

Master Wu Zhi clasped his hands together and sat on the kang as if he had turned to stone.

Gui Ling said again, "God's will cannot be violated. Two donors, please come."

Lord Chu then pulled Rong Zhao out.

As soon as Rong Zhao went out, he climbed on Lord Chu's shoulder and cried, heartbroken. While crying, he said, "How could this happen? I wholeheartedly want to give Chu Lang a son, and I want our bloodline to pass on. Chu Lang, what should I do? What if I can't give birth to a son?"

The Marquis of Chu had a reserved expression on his face and said warmly, "Princess, don't be sad. It doesn't matter that you don't have a son. I don't care."

These words seemed to comfort Rong Zhao, but Rong Zhao always felt that something was wrong. She raised her head and said, "I don't believe that the ignorant old monk can be more powerful than the Buddha and Bodhisattva. It's useless to beg him. I will pray to the Buddha and Bodhisattva. I will worship all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the temple one by one." Then, she took Chu Hou. I went to the main hall.

Rong Zhao did as she said. Starting from the first main hall, every Buddha and Bodhisattva had to offer incense and kowtow. They were extremely pious and no one was missed.

When she was going to Guanyin Hall, she saw a woman with a big belly walking out of the hall. She now felt unhappy when she saw a pregnant woman, and when she looked more closely, she saw that it was Chen Afu, and she became even more unhappy.

She was wondering whether she should endure it. After all, this was the pure land of Buddhism. She was still praying to the Buddha, and Chu Lang was also behind her. But I saw two children screaming and throwing themselves at Chen Afu, and talking about giving birth to two younger brothers. These words sounded harsher to her ears than any other words.

A relative said that Qingquan had few updates, but there was really nothing I could do about it, so the editor asked Qingquan to compile articles. Maybe Wenwen would have a big update one day.