Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"After dinner, let's go to the temple to offer incense and pay our wishes, and then we can play in the temple." After Song Tingran finished speaking, he suddenly thought about Song Changyue.

"By the way, Yueyue, haven't you always wanted to see little master Jincheng? Mother will take you to see him later."

As things approached, Song Changyue became a little nervous. He swallowed the food in his mouth and agreed.

Song Lingjia looked at Song Changyue with a smile, feeling even more excited than her.

There were many pilgrims in the main hall, and it was the first time for the children to come to offer incense. They didn't understand much and were curious. They all looked around, but they didn't lose their sense of proportion.

Song Tingran knelt on the mat and offered incense with both hands.

"Thank you Bodhisattva for blessing my whole family with safety and health. Now my seven children are growing up. I ask Bodhisattva to bless them with happiness and success throughout their lives."

kowtow.

Song Tingran stood up and asked, "Have you learned how to do it? Just say what you want or pray for blessings."

The children nodded and started to try, and Shi Yan and the others had already bowed down.

Shi Le'an knelt down, thought for a long time, and finished what he wanted to say in his heart.

Song Leyu: "Brother, what did you tell the Bodhisattva?"

"This is a secret and can't be told."

"I'm stingy, so I have to say it in my heart."

Song Leyu knelt on the mat and did not get up for a long time. Song Tingran and the others did not rush him, but always let the child finish what he was saying.

The next person to go was Song Changyue. Taking advantage of this time, Shi Yan asked Song Leyu: "After talking for so long, do you have many wishes? Do you want to consider your father and me and see if I can help you complete a few."

"I want to be with my parents forever, and my brothers, sisters, and I will always be happy. I was afraid that Bodhisattva wouldn't remember it, so I said it several times."

"Okay, it will definitely come true."

Shi Lean had been listening beside him, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Ah, how come you told me the same thing?"

"Brother, I didn't eavesdrop. You said it in your heart. But since we said the same thing, the Bodhisattva will definitely remember it after hearing it one more time."

While Shi Yan was talking to the two children, all the other children had made their wishes, except for Song Chuan.

Song Tingran saw that Song Chuan had no intention of going, and Wen Li was not in a hurry at the side.

"Chuan, come to mother." Song Tingran waved.

"Mother~"

"Oh, my precious river, why don't you kneel down and make a wish?"

"Hmm...Mother, are everyone here here to seek blessings from Bodhisattva?"

"Yes."

Song Chuan tilted his head, as if he had made up his mind, knelt on the mat, and said in a sweet voice: "Bodhisattva, I wish you health and happiness."

There were many masters chanting sutras nearby. One of the masters at the front stopped. She was old, walked over, and squatted next to Song Chuan.

"Little benefactor, what's your name?"

"To tell you, Master, my name is Song Chuan."

"Yes, I have a fate with you. This is a wooden sign that I wear all year round. It can accumulate blessings and keep you safe. I give it to you."

This wooden sign was engraved with incomprehensible scriptures, and the edges were frayed, making it look like it had been aged for a long time.

This kind of good thing to keep people safe is something that many pilgrims cannot ask for. Song Chuan liked it very much. He stretched out his little hand, then retracted it, and looked at his mother.

Song Tingran thanked the master and then said: "Chuan, you make your own decision."

Song Chuan looked at the kind-faced master and said word by word: "Master, if you give this to me, then you will have no amulet."

"Don't worry, I practice in the temple all year round and burn incense and worship Buddha every day. That's enough."

Song Chuan took the wooden sign with both hands and bowed to thank him. He was very considerate and the people watching nearby were all envious.

"This is Master Mingchan of Jinming Temple. He has great blessings. This wooden sign is hard to find."

"That's great. This little baby looks good too. It's just a boy. It would be nice if it was a girl."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense in front of the Bodhisattva."

The two people who were talking next to them walked away quickly. Master Mingchan twisted his beads and said Amitabha.

Song Tingran touched Song Chuan's little head, expressed his gratitude again, and then the family left the hall.

Song Chuan was very happy with the wood piece in his hand. Wen Li tied it around his waist, just like wearing a special jade pendant.

"My wife, this Jinming Temple is much bigger. It seems that it has been expanded. I heard that there is a place in the backyard dedicated to drinking tea and teaching scriptures."

Shi Yan loves tea the most, and has bought a lot of tea over the years, but the tea in this temple is said to be very different, and he has long been thinking about it.

Qiao Jinshu: "Just now a young master said that a large area of ​​unnamed flowers bloomed in the backyard, and many pilgrims came to see it."

Sang Cheng: "Yes, it is said that there is a large open space over there, and many children are playing there."

Song Tingran saw that everyone's hearts were flying. They came out to play just to have fun, so they simply moved freely according to where everyone wanted to go.

Song Changyue had been obediently staying with her mother. Even when Song Lingjia invited her to play in the open space, she didn't go. After the two little sisters secretly bit their ears, Song Lingjia covered her mouth and ran away.

"Mom, it's time for us to find little master Jincheng."

"I remember, your father also went to the backyard to join in the fun, then we and I will go find little master Jincheng."

In fact, Song Tingran didn't know where exactly Master Jin Cheng was, so he had to ask around.

Finally, I found out that Jin Cheng was supposed to be meditating in the Zen room during this period, so Song Tingran took Song Changyue there.

The doors of the meditation room are all open, and there are many monks meditating. Looking around, almost all of them are adults, but there are also a few children. It is really difficult to distinguish the men and women from their backs.

"Yueyue, I'm afraid we have to wait here for a while. We don't want to go in and disturb you."

"Okay, I can wait."

In the small courtyard outside the Zen room, there are stone piers. Song Tingran and Song Changyue are sitting one by one, as if they are also meditating here.

From this angle, Song Changyue could just see the little master outside the restaurant. She kept looking at him, trying to find out what was different from the man who fought with crickets last night.

The people last night wore ordinary clothes, the people today wore monk robes, and the people last night wore hats. The people today have very short hair, only a thin layer on the top of the head.

"Yueyue, Yueyue come quickly?"

"Ah? Here you go, mother."

Song Changyue was in a daze. When he raised his head, his mother was already chatting with a young master. She walked over and it happened to be the person she had met in the morning.

"Yueyue, this is little master Jincheng. It was him who gave you the walnut wood bracelet as a gift."

"Ah? Thank you, Master Jincheng. I have always carried this bracelet with me. I always wanted to say thank you to you personally."