Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Shouqing Guanzhu withdrew his hand, touched the pulse of Qian's left hand again, and asked, "Have you changed your medicine?"

"No," Qian Shi flatly denied, and said, "I have been taking the usual medicine. Guanzhu, you said, is it because I devoutly served Laojun, so Laojun gave me a reward? Anyway, I feel much better. Dreaming. At that time, I only thought that the kind-hearted and kind-hearted fairy old man was familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was, but when I went up the mountain today and saw the statue of Laojun, I recognized it at a glance, they looked almost exactly the same."

Shouqing Guanzhu couldn't help but be dumbfounded. If she was devout, could she be more devout than herself?

But he didn't dream about Lao Jun, did he?

He has seen many such believers, and many people also said that they dreamed of the God of Wealth in their dreams, which was exactly the same as the statue of the God of Wealth in the temple.

But those people didn't get windfall money, and Qian's family was really strong from a sickness.

Keeping the watchful mind and contemplating.

His medical skills are just like the old doctors at the foot of the mountain. They are average. I am afraid that even the imperial doctor in the capital can't say how powerful he is. After all, the human body is mysterious.

Maybe it's a god bless?

As soon as the Shouqing Guanzhu raised his head, he met three pairs of bright eyes. Qian hoped that he could identify with him. Zhou Lang was simply curious if his mother was really blessed by the gods and was in good health?

On the other hand, Man Bao thought it was very interesting and wanted to hear what the Shouqing Guanzhu would say.

The Shouqing Guanzhu opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a warm smile, "Congratulations to Layman Qian for being taken care of by the heavens, your health is indeed good."

The eyes of Qian Shi and Zuo Zhou Lang both shone with surprise.

Wednesday Lang couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly: "Is what you said true? My mother is okay?"

Shouqing Guanzhu touched his beard and smiled: "Naturally, this is the best reward Laojun gave your mother, and only the most devout believers can have such benefits, and it is also the fate between your mother and Laojun."

Wednesday Lang nodded fiercely, and said in a loud voice, "You can rest assured, Lord, from now on, all of our family will serve the Lord Tianzun, and we will kneel and worship the Lord Tianzun with three sticks of incense every day."

Qian: ... this silly boy, doesn't Xiang want money?

But when he looked down and saw Man Bao again, Qian Shi hesitated again. Maybe it was Lord Tianzun who was blessing him?

Infinite Heavenly Venerate, sinful sin...

Qian shi picked up the basket at his feet and pushed it to Shouqing Guanzhu, and said reverently: "Guanzhu, the portrait of the old gentleman in my family is a little old. I want to invite another one back."

"Good to say, good to say, it happened that Guanli just opened a portrait not long ago, please go back later, next time you come to the mountain, remember to bring the old portrait to Guanli to burn, to add merit to you."

Qian should go.

Shouqing Guanzhu's eyes swept to the little Taoist Tao He, who immediately stepped forward with a smile and lifted the basket to the kitchen.

Shouqingguan led the Qian family to the front to pay respects to Taishang Laojun again. By the way, oh, no, he solemnly handed the portrait to her.

Man Bao was used to this form and didn't really want to go, so he took a step behind and slipped into the kitchen behind Dao He as soon as he turned around.

Daohe carefully took out the eggs and put them in place, then poured the rice into the rice jar, handed the basket to Man Bao, and asked, "Do you want me to help you get to the front?"

Man Bao shook his head, glanced at their rice jar, and said, "You don't have much rice."

"Yeah, this year, our Taoist temple was also affected by the disaster," Daohe and Man Bao were quite familiar with him, so he put his hands on his hands and talked to her while sitting on the stove with his legs swaying, "and the believers were also very badly affected. Everyone who goes up the mountain to worship Lord Tianzun doesn’t like to bring food anymore.”

"Then what did they bring?"

"Most of them are empty-handed, some bring some dishes, and some bring some black buns." Daohe sighed: "We have also planted a lot of vegetables in Taoist temples, and we can't finish them if we bring too much. Those vegetables were torn open and sun-dried and planned to be made into dried vegetables and pickled vegetables to eat in winter."

"Don't you grow winter wheat?"

"I've planted it, but Master said I don't know what the next year's harvest will be. If it's not good, Uncle Shoucai and Uncle Shoushi will go down the mountain to become a tour guide."

Man Bao was a little disappointed, "I'm still thinking about eating the rounds they made at the temple fair next year."

Going down the mountain to do a tour is one of the ways for Taoist temples to avoid natural and man-made disasters. When one Taoist temple is not enough to feed so many people, some Taoist priests will go out to travel.

On the way, they will do things for people, tell fortunes, explore feng shui, and cure diseases in exchange for money to live on. When natural or man-made disasters pass, they return to Taoism.

There are only six people in their Taoist temple. Daohe and Daoxu are young, the masters of the temple cannot go out, and the guards are not well-educated, so the last ones to go out are the only ones who go out.

Man Bao went to the front hall with a basket and Dao He bowed his head, and saw Qian Shi devoutly taking the portrait of Lao Jun from the Shouqing Guanzhu.

Daohe said sincerely: "If only your mother could go up the mountain every day."

"No," Man Bao, who was worried about him at first, said immediately, "You can also worship Lord Tianzun at home."

My mother gave me some rice and eggs every time I went up the mountain, and her family had few things, okay?

"But there must be no piety in the view," Daohe said with a serious face, "We must serve the Lord Tianzun devoutly."

"We are devout, from the body to the heart." Man Bao looked serious, and then said: "If you don't believe me, see me kowtow to Lord Tianzun."

After he finished speaking, he put down the basket, walked to the futon, knelt down, and looked at the tall portrait of Taishang Laojun in front of him, Man Bao bowed respectfully, and kowtowed three times in a row.

The Qian family was happy, and the Shouqing Guanzhu was also very happy. After saying good things three times in a row, he lifted Man Bao up with his own hands, touched her little head, and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, Taishang Laojun will bless you."

Man Bao nodded fiercely and looked at Dao He proudly.

Daohe glanced at his master hatefully.

Wednesday Lang felt that Lord Tianzun was very useful, so he banged his head three times before leaving, begging Lord Tianzun to bless his daughter-in-law with a safe delivery and mother and child.

The mother and son all went down the mountain happily, not satisfied.

Especially Qian Shi, the anxiety that had been lingering in her heart since yesterday afternoon all dissipated at this time, she tightly dragged Man Bao and whispered: "When you go back, you will pay homage to Lord Tianzun, do you know? You are under his seat. Fairy, you have come from the mortal world, and you have some kind of affection, please bless you with everything in the mortal world."

Man Bao opened his mouth wide, "Mother, when did I become a fairy?"

Zhou Lang was also very confused, how did Yaomei become a fairy in a blink of an eye?

"Of course you are a fairy," Qian said with certainty, "Didn't you listen to the Shouqing Guanzhu, I was only ill by the care of the Lord Tianzun, but why did the Lord Tianzun care for me? I was hooked by the gods before. Yes, but Lord Tianzun has appeared."