Fragrance Returned

Asking for a monthly ticket!

Hong Yi silently called "Sister" first, and then shouted loudly, "Little donor."

He hugged Feifei and walked down quickly to greet him.

Xunxiang got off the sedan and walked up, shouting loudly, "Watch the road and don't fall."

As he got closer, Xunxiang compared his height. He was taller, thinner, darker, and calmer.

Xunxiang said distressedly, "You have lost a lot of weight. Is it difficult on the road?"

The young monk said, "The poor monk does not work hard, it is the common people who work hard. The poor monk saw a lot along the way, and most of the people's lives are really not easy. They work hard all day long, and some of them still don't have enough to eat.

"Especially in Jiangzhou where there was an earthquake, many people died, and there are officials who dared to withhold food funds due to the earthquake... The poor monk also wanted to save people, but the master and brothers did not allow me to get close. Amitabha."

Xunxiang felt that, excluding "poor monk" and "Amitabha", those words were not spoken by a monk, but by a prince who cared about the country and the people. He has seen the suffering of the people, cares about the people, and hates corrupt officials. If he can really return to secular life and become an emperor, he must be a benevolent king.

Xunxiang said, "Master must be worried that you are too young to be sick. Study hard now, and then save people when you are more capable."

The little monk nodded, "The poor monk thinks so too. Master, the poor monk, has saved many people..."

Xun Xiang smiled and said, "I brought ice cream and ice cream that you haven't eaten before."

The little monk laughed and said, "Master Monk has already calculated that the little donor will bring delicious ice cream and snacks today. He hasn't drank water or eaten since last night."

The big dimples look like sisters full of rice and red cotton. His facial features are the only one that resembles the Mi family's dimples. His eyes look a bit like an emperor's, and you can't tell if you don't pay attention.

Xun Xiang said, "Don't eat too much of this stuff. If you eat too much, it will ruin your stomach."

The young monk didn't have the nerve to say that the master had taken the decoction in advance, but said, "Master, the poor monk, is in good health."

After telling his sister a little lie, he pursed his lips in embarrassment.

Everyone entered the gate and walked towards the back of the hall. The young monk told what he had seen along the way.

Arriving at the monastery, the young monk guarding the gate invited Jiang Xi and others to rest in the pavilion, and then took the food boxes and barrels from Yuhuan and the guards.

In the Zen room, two monks were sitting cross-legged on the Kang. One was Master Mingyuan and the other was Abbot Renhui.

Abbot Hui Ren is still so fair and fat, with redness in his whites, and he is very embarrassed about his greedy mouth.

Master Mingyuan has become thinner and darker, and the wrinkles on his face appear to be more and deeper, and he lacks a bit of the "fairy spirit" of the past.

He sniffed and kept staring at the wooden barrel the young monk placed on the table.

Xunxiang first took out five ice cream sticks. Master Mingyuan gave one stick to each of Master Huiren and Hong Yi, and three sticks to himself.

Xun Xiang was afraid that it would be bad if he ate too much, so he reminded him, "There will be more delicious food later."

Master Mingyuan gave another one to Abbot Hui Ren.

Abbot Hui Ren's face turned red. He was embarrassed both for himself and for his master, so he had to accept it.

After they finished eating, Xunxiang took out five small bowls of ice cream. The red ice cream is served in a small white porcelain bowl, which is very beautiful.

The old monk looked happy and gave a bowl each to Master Huiren and the young monk. He ate three bowls alone.

After the little monk finished eating, the little pink tongue stuck out and licked his mouth, staring straight at the ice cream in front of the old monk.

He hasn't had enough.

Master Hui Ren stood up and left.

After the old monk finished two bowls, he felt that he couldn't eat anything else, so he pushed the bowl of ice cream that was about to melt to the young monk.

Xun Xiang opened the food box again and the old and young monks each ate two pieces.

The old monk teased Feifei for a while and asked the young monk to take Feifei out to play.

He said to Xun Xiang, "Amitabha, Lao Na used a gourd and ginseng for this trip, and also used up the remaining purple dragon slough. This is not only Lao Na saving the world, but also doing good deeds for the little benefactor.

"Little donor, can you give Lao Na another three-inch purple dragon slough? Don't worry, Lao Na will not let the female donor suffer. He allows the female donor to ask a question. The question cannot be too tricky. There are some things that Lao Na cannot tell the truth."

If the old monk wants calabash ginseng, Xunxiang really won't give it anymore, and she will keep it to save the people she wants to save. It's not that she has no compassion, it's that there are too many people in the world to save, so she can only save those she wants to save.

There are still more purple snakes to shed. I gave four inches to the old monk, one inch to save Ding Pandi, and one inch to save Sister Song. Half an inch was used to make ointment and treat Dong Ping's face, and there are nearly fifty-one inches left. .

It was worth it to replace the old monk with a three-inch purple dragon. The old monk exchanged this question for three lives, and it was worth it.

Xun Xiang said, "Okay, deal. Master allows me to ask a question. I want to ask the prince of the Li Dynasty..."

Before she could finish speaking, the old monk waved his hand and said, "Lao Na said that the questions should not be too tricky. I forgive Lao Na for not being able to answer this question. Lao Na is a monk, and it is inconvenient for Lao Na to talk more about the disputes in the secular world.

"In order to prevent the common people in the world from suffering, what the greedy monk can do is to save the people who deserve to be saved."

When he said "the person who should be saved", Xunxiang not only thought of the young monk, but also thought that the old monk went to Xiangxi and used a gourd ginseng, perhaps just to save the person he should save. To be able to make the old monk go all the way to rescue him, this person's identity must not be simple.

Xunxiang didn't really want to ask that question because she knew the old monk wouldn't answer. She actually wanted to ask another question, but she was afraid that the old monk would refuse, so she asked that question first.

Xun Xiang added, "Master also said that the purple snake's slough is not a mortal thing. If you want three inches from me, you should always ask a valuable question. I won't talk about court affairs, only relatives."

"My uncle, King Qi's biological mother, Concubine Li, is said to be a snake-hearted person who repays kindness with hatred and killed relatives who had helped her. She is now pretending to be like a little white rabbit. This is not in line with her character. I want to know what will happen to her. It won’t be good.”

She wanted to know about King Qi. But when the King of Qi came to court, he asked about his biological mother. I hope that through the situation of Concubine Li, I can analyze the future of King Qi.

The old monk still didn't want to say, "Lao Na has never met that person, how can he deduce her ending."

Xun Xiang said, "I know her birthday and horoscope."

She specifically asked Mrs. Dong, not of course the birth date of Concubine Li, but the birth date of the woman who killed her sister. Perhaps Mrs. Dong had already made a guess and happily gave it away.

Xun Xiang pointed to a spot on the left corner of her mouth and said, "Li Fei also has a small black mole here, which is so big."

She took out a portrait of Concubine Li. The portrait was extremely realistic, like a real person.

She knows that a person's appearance is very important, and moles in key locations are even more important. Some are prosperous and some are moldy.

The location and size of the little mole she drew are absolutely the same as the real thing.

The old monk became angry and said, "Amitabha, it's not easy to get some benefits from this little benefactor."

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