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More than 20 miles outside Xiyun City, there is a temple with a lot of incense, called "Guixian Temple", where a large stone turtle statue is enshrined.

The Guixian Temple has existed for thousands of years, and the incense has been flourishing for thousands of years, and the source is endless. It is quite famous in the Xiyun City area.

In the meditation room in the back hall, an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard sat cross-legged on the ground. In front of him was a small four-plan table. On the table stood an ordinary-sized bronze mirror. What was reflected in the bronze mirror was not his. It is not the appearance, but the scene in the main hall for incense in the temple.

On the screen, a middle-aged woman was holding a fat cockroach in her hand, pointing to a middle-aged man who was holding a big black dog in front of her, and shouted: "Okay, you black hearted man!" , old bachelor! I have been a bachelor for half my life, and I instigate your Hei'er to harass my flower girl all day long, and I don't urinate and look in the mirror. Just like your Hei'er, my flower girl can like it Well?"

"Widow Wang, don't laugh at half a hundred steps." The middle-aged man picked his ears and did not show weakness. "I have been a bachelor for half my life, but haven't you been a widow for 30 years? We are each other. You said that my Hei'er harassed your flower girl, but I haven't said that your flower girl seduced my Hei'er."

Widow Wang scolded: "You fart, who is idle all day long and always leads Hei'er around my door?"

The middle-aged man snorted, and responded coolly: "Aren't you idle all day long with nothing to do, just wandering around my door with the flower girl in your arms?"

Widow Wang: "Don't talk nonsense, you were the one who wandered around my door first!"

Middle-aged man: "You're just talking nonsense, you were the one who wandered around in front of my house first."

……

"Hey, it seems that my ancestor has something to do again."

A clear, youthful voice came from the white-browed old monk's head.

When Ding Qing saw it, it was a little turtle no bigger than a palm, lazily lying on the shiny head of the white-browed old monk.

It is it that speaks.

The white-browed old monk was silent for a moment: "The people of Xiyun City are really blessed to have such care from our ancestors."

Guixian Temple has existed for thousands of years, not without reason. It is precisely because the ancestor on his head likes to meddle in "nosy" and often helps ordinary people solve "difficulties". Small problems all go to the Guixian Temple.

As for what is "nonsense"?

depend on mood!

These are the original words of the ancestors.

Just thinking like this, there was a knock on the door, and then a voice called softly: "Abbot."

The white-browed old monk spread out his palms, and the little turtle jumped into his palms, and he replied, "What's the matter?"

Outsider: "A man and a woman are arguing endlessly in the main hall, which has already aroused the dissatisfaction of many pilgrims. Please ask the abbot to mediate."

The white-browed old monk, the abbot of the Guixian Temple, held a little turtle in his hand, and followed a monk outside the door to the main hall.

At this time, all the pilgrims in the hall gathered together, while the widow of the king and the black bachelor were still arguing endlessly in the circle surrounded by everyone.

"Benefactors, the abbot is here, please make way." The monk walked ahead to open the way for the abbot Baimei.

When the pilgrims saw Abbot Baimei, they quickly moved out of the way, revealing the two quarreling inside.

Widow Wang hurriedly came up to her with a big flowered chicken in her arms: "Abbot, you have to make the decision for me, this lack of understanding, he is too much."

The middle-aged man followed closely behind: "Who is too much? Who do you say is too much?"

Widow Wang: "It's you!"

Middle-aged man: "You're just going too far, so what if I drive past your door? This road doesn't belong to your house, why don't you let people go?"

Widow Wang: "You're such a mess, who said you won't be allowed to beat my door?"

Seeing the situation getting worse and worse, the two quarreled again. Abbot Baimei hurriedly recited the Buddha's mantra: "Amitabha, two benefactors, Buddhism is a pure place. It is not appropriate for you two to argue endlessly here. What's the matter?" How about we sit down and talk slowly?"

Abbot Baimei has been in the temple for more than sixty years, and he usually acts on behalf of the ancestor to help the common people solve their problems.Therefore, among the pilgrims, he is quite prestigious.

He thought that he had already intervened and that the two people who were arguing would stop, but he didn't expect that the situation was not as he wanted.

Widow Wang said: "What is there to talk about with him? Abbot, look at his cowardly appearance. He is lustful but not courageous. I will get angry when I see him!"

The middle-aged man looked around, and seemed to realize that everyone around him was pointing at them at this time, and his old face blushed: "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean if you have a lust but no courage? Don't talk nonsense here. "

Widow Wang seemed to be desperate, and sneered: "I'm talking nonsense? You think I don't know, why do you walk around my door with that big black dog every day? Isn't it because you covet my beauty?"

Abbot Baimei: "..."

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's face turned red: "You are a woman, why are you so shameless when you say such things in public?"

"I'm alone, so I don't care if I'm ashamed or not?" Widow Wang sneered. , Do you have me in your heart?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the pilgrims were in an uproar, and they were excited to see it.

Beishang's group of four had just arrived at the gate of the Guixian Temple, and they saw such a scene.

When the four of them came out of Hu's Mansion, it was still dark and there were no pedestrians on the streets of Xiyun City. I don't know where Beishang found out that there was a Guixian Temple outside the city, and he kept clamoring to go and see it. Xiao Jin couldn't help it. He had no choice but to acquiesce.

So, a group of four walked to the Guixian Temple on foot as if traveling in mountains and rivers.

Bei Shang touched Xiao Jin next to him, and asked jokingly, "Do you have me in your heart?"

Before Xiao Jin could speak, Bei Mu said, "Brother, do you still need to ask? Mr. Wushuang naturally has you in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have married you."

"Pfft..." Hu Qi laughed.

Bei Mu glared at him: "What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"

Hu Qi suppressed a smile, coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "That's right, what you said makes a lot of sense."

Xiao Jin: "..."

He turned his face to the side, avoiding Beishang's scrutinizing gaze, his face was expressionless, but the tips of his ears were already slightly red.

Beishang turned to him, refusing to let go: "Don't keep silent, speak quickly."

Xiao Jin lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

"Why am I making trouble again? I'm asking you seriously." Beishang looked aggrieved.

At this moment, many pilgrims around suddenly applauded:

"it is good……"

"it is good……"

The four of them decided to see that the widow Wang and the middle-aged man hugged each other.

While they were talking, the middle-aged man finally admitted that he had Widow Wang in his heart, and Widow Wang also had him in her heart.

Thus, a farce ended with the lovers finally getting married, and the curtain came to an end.

After the two left happily, the temple returned to the usual peaceful scene where the pilgrims came and went in an orderly manner.

And this kind of "little thing" happens almost every day in Guixian Temple.

Abbot Baimei turned around in the hall, passed by Beishang and the others, nodded at them, and stepped out of the temple.

Staring at his back, Hu Qi whispered: "It's interesting..."

Bei Mu looked at him and wondered, "What's interesting?"

Hu Qi thought for a while, then shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing." He raised his eyebrows at Beishang, "Boy, go ask for a lottery."

Beishang curled his lips: "What are you asking for a lottery? I won't go, you have to go by yourself."

Hu Qi urged: "Go and ask for your fate with Lord Wushuang, will you go?"

Beishang's eyes lit up: "Go, go, I'll go."

While speaking, he grabbed Xiao Jin, squeezed directly in front of the incense table, asked the monk standing beside him for a stick, then cared about the futon kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes and shook, still muttering: "Daji Great luck, great luck..."

After shaking for a while, a lot finally fell out. He excitedly picked it up and handed it to the monk. The monk turned and went away for a while, then came back and handed him a lottery. He opened it and couldn't help being stunned.

There are only three words on the signature: Ke Wife!

The author has something to say: here it comes, it is coming through the big dungeon.

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