Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

The butler came after him.

Han Xiangjun looked at the two of them, "This is..."

The housekeeper hastily explained: "These are the two who came for alms. I... couldn't stop them."

"Are you guys not eating enough?" Han Xiangjun asked.

The old monk walking in front said Amitabha, "Yes, my disciple and I haven't eaten for three days and three nights. We are tired, hungry and thirsty. We want to rest here for a while."

The housekeeper immediately chased him away: "Didn't I already give you something to eat? You want to come to our place to rest? Don't even look at what clothes you are wearing..."

Han Xiangjun interrupted the butler by raising his hand.

"The two of you will go and wait for a while. I will ask the kitchen to prepare something to eat."

"Okay, thank you benefactor."

Recently, the Mo family is really troubled. Han Xiangjun just has the original intention of accumulating virtue and doing good. He just has two more mouths to eat, and these two people have no other malicious intentions.

She asked the kitchen to prepare a table of vegetarian food, and asked someone to clean up a guest room.

The little monk was sitting at the table, poking his head, leaning over cautiously, "Master, can you do this?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"But……"

"It's nothing to worry about. Just eat, drink, and sleep well here. When the time comes, you will have your own way as a teacher."

Han Xiangjun respected these two people very much, whether it was the food or the living environment, he was very respectful.

On the contrary, the servants and housekeepers at home were very angry.

Several times, I saw the old monk wearing that ragged monk's robe, taking off his shoes, lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching TV, and eating mare's milk grapes.

Although the little monk looked very reserved and didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but against the backdrop of the old monk, the little monk looked extremely hateful.

The housekeeper couldn't take it anymore, so he told Mo Siting about this matter.

Mo Siting didn't come back for the past two days, and he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Monk?"

The butler nodded: "That's right, treat our house like a home, do whatever you want, eat and drink as you want, the key is that the old lady actually said to do as they please."

Mo Siting frowned.

The housekeeper continued: "The old lady is kind-hearted. She said that during the recent troubled times, she should do more good deeds, but I saw that the two of them were liars. It was obvious that the old lady was kind-hearted."

Mo Siting pinched Shan Gen, "I'll go back tonight."

The old monk was in the Mohist mansion, as if he was in his own home, going upstairs and downstairs, wandering everywhere, as if there was no one else around.

In the afternoon, he directly opened a door.

The little monk followed behind, "Master, I'm afraid it's not good to break in without people's permission."

The old monk said: "What do you know, now I am helping you find your little brother."

The little monk pursed his lips.

He didn't intend to say it, but now he couldn't help it.

"Master, with such a good family background, he will not go with you, even if he is willing to go with you, his family will not agree."

The old monk laughed twice, "Qingde, haven't I taught you that money is something outside of us, and what we rely on is our Dharma."

Qingde muttered twice to himself, and watched helplessly as the master opened the door.

Sure enough, there was a small figure in this room.

Who is it if it's not Mo Xiaomo!

…………

There was nothing to do in Mo Siting's company, so he came back early, planning to visit Mo Xiaomo at home, and then go to the hospital to accompany Qiao Zhinuan.

Walking in through the gate, I saw a few servants in front of me poking around.

"Look! What does the old monk want to do? The young master has been there for so long."

"You don't want the young master to convert to Buddhism, do you?"

"It's definitely impossible! Our Mo family only has an only grandson like the young master, and we will continue the incense in the future."

Mo Siting came over, "What are you all doing here?"

The servants were startled when they heard Mo Siting's voice, and took two steps back, "Master."

Only then did Mo Siting follow the gazes of the servants.

On the second floor, on the balcony.

Mo Xiaomo was sitting on a chair, looking up and listening to an old monk wearing a monk's robe.

Mo Siting recognized the old monk immediately.

He immediately opened the door, walked in, and went upstairs.

Outside the door, Qingde clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, please stay here, Master, please come in later."

Mo Siting's eyes were a little dark.

"Why did your master come this time?"

Qingde thought for a while, but the master didn't say not to let him keep it a secret, but said directly: "In order to accept apprentices."

Mo Siting sneered, "It's been two years, and you haven't given up yet?"

Qingde said: "Master said, it will come when it should come, and it can't be stopped."

Mo Siting was slightly taken aback.

He glanced into the room, and said to the butler beside him, "You wait here, and when the master comes out, invite him to the tea room."

The housekeeper didn't expect that the old monk could make the elder and younger treat him with such courtesy.

After about half an hour, Mo Siting had just brewed the first tea when there was a knock on the door from outside.

The steward said, "Young master, old man..."

He didn't know what to call it either.

The old monk clasped his hands together and smiled, "The old monk's name is Xu Fan."

Mo Siting nodded, "Master Xu Fan, this way please."

Xu Fan walked over and sat down, using the standard posture of meditating on the futon.

Mo Siting poured Xu Fan a cup of tea, "Master, have a taste."

Xu Fan picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

"The fragrance of the tea is fresh, and the fragrance lingers in the mouth. Is it Junshan Maojian? And it's just picked in early spring. This kind of good tea is hard to find."

Although Xufan is now wearing an old monk's robe that has been washed, but his gestures are very neat, like a master.

Mo Siting said, "Then I'll pack a couple of taels for you when you leave."

Xu Fan laughed, "Benefactor, my intention for coming this time is not just this, you should be clear about it."

A sneer appeared on Mo Siting's face.

"Master, I will treat each other with courtesy, and please respect our wishes."

Since Mo Siting was at the Jinshan Temple in Mid-Levels two years ago, his disgust was palpable. If Qiao Zhinuan hadn't been on the sidelines, he might really be disrespectful to the Buddha.

Xu Fan is not annoyed.

He took a sip of tea and chuckled, "Benefactor, this time, I'm afraid this is your wish."

Mo Siting smiled, "My wish? My wish is definitely not to let my son go to a temple to become a monk from an early age."

"As far as I know, your wife is still unconscious in the hospital, isn't she?"

"Even she wouldn't agree."

"No, I'll explain two things," Xu Fan sat upright, and smiled, "First, I took the noble young master as my disciple. Apart from his spirituality, I also wanted to carry out the Buddha's thoughts and save all living beings. , Your son’s current state is really inappropriate to be in the turmoil of the secular world. Moreover, he is not a closed disciple, but a lay disciple. He does not shave his head, but only practices the law. Second, I mentioned your wife because, I have Find a way to wake your wife up."