After sending the mute cook away, Ye Weilai looked down at the wet marks on her robe at the table.

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The moon and stars are sparse.

The mountain wind howls.

The embroiderer silently climbed the steps up the mountain.

On the winding mountain road, at regular intervals, there is a bright lantern hanging.

Or hang it under the eaves of an isolated pavilion, in front of an archway, or on the treetops by the roadside.

It seems to be specially illuminated for pilgrims going up the mountain.

This mountain road, or this Dagushan, has many traces left by monks and pilgrims, and it is very prosperous.

Xiu Niang raised her head and looked at the temple complex with lights on the top of the mountain in the distance.

That is Donglin Temple.

It's a coincidence.

This is the place where she saved Tanlang twice.

In fact, for Xiu Niang, who has already become a mid-level Qi practitioner, she can cross this mountain road in an instant and jump to the top of the mountain.

But she still chose to climb the mountain step by step.

Like the devout pilgrims bathing in incense.

However, the embroiderer is more polite and respectful.

It's like worshiping a mountain gate.

Although the current Donglin Temple, to this day, may not know that it is a certain mountain gate in the eyes of some people.

By the light of the lanterns in the blinded pavilion halfway up the mountain where Tanlang liked to rest, Xiu Niang lowered her eyes and read through the letters from her master again.

On the letter paper, the senior sister's handwriting was eloquent, her pen moved like a dragon, and she was domineering.

It was obvious that he was simply telling her something not big or small.

But this piece of paper is like a mountain with a cliff thousands of feet high, which is on the verge of falling apart due to the sharp strokes of the pen.

The paper is full of sword energy.

If there is a promising Qi practitioner present at this moment, and seeing this piece of paper as thin as a hair, he will definitely be surprised by the owner of this word.

The embroiderer crumpled the letter paper and threw it into the mountain wind that crossed her shoulders.

Continue walking up the mountain.

The simple pavilion behind the calm mute girl began to sway in the debris of the mountain wind.

On the eaves, there is a row of roof tiles neatly separated in half, as if they had been cut with a knife, and the fractures were neat.

The embroiderer has long been accustomed to the senior sister's "arrogance".

She never looked back and visited the ancient temple again at night.

The embroiderer did not sneak out of the apprenticeship.

A few months ago, in the Pure Land Palace of Donglin Temple, after rescuing Tan Lang, she returned the crane-cloaked Qiu Lao Dao who sang "The Immortal Lord of Blessings" back to the water prison. Sure enough, she was caught on the spot by her senior sisters.

Originally, she had been grounded by the senior sister, and it was difficult for her to go out. But then things took a turn for the worse. She performed well at a grand event held by a certain division. The second senior sister interceded for her, and she was exempted from the confinement. She even received a letter about Longcheng County.

A strange errand allowed me to leave the school again.

However, as soon as he came to Longcheng County, he became obsessed with cooking for Tanlang and "sleeped" every night, which caused some delays in the official duties ordered by the master.

Now the senior sister sent another letter to remind me, with a strict tone.

"Ah." The mute woman sighed softly.

Don't dare to delay any longer.

Otherwise, if Senior Sister is attracted to come in person, it will be difficult for the matter with Tanlang to end...

At night, Donglin Temple does not close its doors.

Because Gangnam-do is famous, it is inevitable that some pilgrims from other places will arrive at night, go up the mountain late at night, and enter the temple to worship Buddha. It is not uncommon.

If I quote a joke from a young county magistrate, it means opening at twelve o'clock and not losing a moment to make money.

However, the word "business" doesn't sound very nice. In the original words of Master Shandao, this is called "Buddha's Compassion", which saves lost sentient beings all the time and everywhere.

Donglin Temple is also brightly lit tonight, and the rows of main halls are pure and solemn.

In the Incense Square, green smoke curls up.

From time to time, there would be three or two monks, yawning and walking around by lamplight.

A solemn main hall was not deserted in the middle of the night.

There were many figures gathered in front of the golden Buddha, burning incense and worshiping.

Standing at the front of this group of figures was an old monk with a white beard. He was wearing the black monk's robes reserved for eminent monks and was twisting Buddhist beads in his hands.

Although the old monk has single eyelids and small eyes, his eyes are shining brightly and he looks well, giving him an air of immortality.

"Amitabha, female benefactor, you are in trouble. In fact, there is no need to blame yourself so much. According to my many years of experience, it may not be your fault that you have not given birth to a child for a long time. After all, besides you, the female benefactor has other concubines in your house.

, and I haven’t shown my love for a long time.

"What, why is Lao Ne so sure? Without it, he is just familiar with it. Lao Na is nicknamed the Gynecological Sage. In these years, he has written thirty prescriptions for treating gynecological diseases. His reputation has spread far and wide, and pilgrims from all over the world are full of praises.

"For women's diseases, I only need to feel the pulse a little to get a rough idea. I never tell lies... Well, the female donor's sleeves are rolled up a little bit. Yes, that's the position. I will feel the pulse again...

"I can't be wrong. The female donor's pulse is clear and she is fine... Yes, please go this way and go to Guanyin Bodhisattva in the hall next door to burn incense and pray for blessings. If you donate some incense money, I hope that my son will be more spiritual.

"After burning the incense, go back first. Next time you come over, bring your husband with you. I can enlighten him..."

Master Shandao put his palms together and stood solemnly in the center of several female pilgrims who had taken the trouble to come all the way to pay homage to the Buddha. He concentrated on the golden Buddha behind his avatar to save the lost sentient beings in front of him.

But at this moment, the female donor in front of him who was stubbornly seeking a child wanted to observe and study his thirty famous prescriptions for gynecological diseases.

Master Shandao's white eyebrows drooped, looking very helpless and embarrassed. He shook out a copy from his sleeve half-heartedly, and had no choice but to give it away in his own name at the price of thirty taels of silver incense money.

And who would have thought that the more reluctant the old monk in black was, the more eager the female donors around him who came to burn incense and beg for a child would become.

For a moment, the white money dazzled Master Shandao, causing him to chant "Amitabha" several times in succession.

After a while, all the prescription booklets for today were sold out, and the enthusiastic female donors dispersed and left with satisfaction.

Master Shandao looked at the backs of the female donors who had returned home with loads of gifts and were bathed in Buddha's light. He breathed a sigh of relief and muttered inaudibly:

"It seems that I have to let my hair down the mountain to print more tomorrow. Hey, why not open a printing shop. It would be convenient. The supply exceeds the demand. However, the court seems to have stipulated that private printing of books is not allowed. You have to report to the county government. Otherwise,

Let’s go discuss it with the county magistrate...

"Forget it, the county magistrate is not sincere, so I won't look for him anymore..."

Master Shandao shook his head, as if he remembered the bright smile of a certain young county magistrate. In the warm hall, this well-known eminent monk couldn't help but shudder. There is no doubt that if there is a profit, this

The young county magistrate can let the whole world know his name as a gynecological expert, just to sell the best products.

However, one thing is that Master Shandao feels that the young county magistrate has indeed done a good job in administering government for the people, better than the previous ones. The only shortcoming is that he does not respect the Buddha very much, or in other words, he does not regard the Buddha as an outsider.

Already.

But sometimes the Buddha didn't have any food left.

Master Shandao sighed helplessly, drove away these worldly distractions, and turned to continue receiving the few remaining pilgrims in the hall.

"Amitabha, this male donor, would you like to burn incense to worship the Buddha, or ask for fortune-telling to resolve doubts, what? Come to interpret the dream? Tonight's dream?"

"...Wait a minute, donor, you said you are also here to ask for a child? You have worshiped Guanyin Bodhisattva and stayed at this temple tonight, but you dreamed that Guanyin Bodhisattva entered the donor's bedding? So you came here to interpret the dream? Do you want to ask if this is a request?

An auspicious sign of success? This...this..."

Master Shandao opened his mouth and looked at the ecstatic infertile male pilgrim in front of him. He was speechless for a long time and then spoke quietly:

"Donor, Guanyin Bodhisattva has a female body and a male body."

Male pilgrim: "..."

After lighting a stick of incense, Master Shandao finally sent away the last unreliable male pilgrims who were having erotic dreams. Master Shandao raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Master Shandao looked calmly at the empty hall, reached out with his hand holding the beads, and quietly shook the heavy incense box. He was about to open it and count it carefully, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure outside the door.

The old monk immediately came up to him and saluted solemnly: "Amitabha, this female alms...female Bodhisattva came to visit late at night. Do you want to burn incense and worship the Buddha, or ask for fortune-telling to resolve doubts?"
Chapter completed!