The real young master cheers the rebirth of the rich and powerful

Yun Qiao didn't resist the "temptation" from Ji Shu, he tilted his head and touched Ji Shu's lips that were close to his cheek, "I know, I want to too."

But Ji Shu held back, but he didn't.

When Ji Shu heard that the light in his eyes completely softened, he embraced Yun Qiao, and the faint joy washed his perception over and over again, "I don't know how to tell you my happiness."

He was still in the fog from yesterday to now, and he couldn't believe that Yun Qiao would like him.And every time he confirms with Yun Qiao, he can feel the joy of knowing that Yun Qiao likes him again.

Yun Qiao bent her eyes and pressed her palm on Ji Shu's chest, "Needless to say, I can hear you."

Heartbeat, body temperature, and changes in hormones in the body, there is no such data to let Yun Qiao know how much Ji Shu likes him more intuitively.

After embracing for another 10 minutes, Yun Qiao and Ji Shu held hands and walked back to the temple. They let go of their hands before passing by a monk.

Holding hands in the temple is more or less not dignified.

Based on the piety of the old lady, they are also willing to respect the rules in the temple.

"If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Ji Shu knew Yun Qiao quite well, Yun Qiao was by no means just accompanying the old lady to fulfill her vows, but he was not completely sure why Yun Qiao would need to visit this temple in person.

"I knew a monk a long time ago, and it should be the master who counted our horoscope."

Yun Qiao has always disbelieved in things that are too coincidental, but this is just a little bit of doubt. He still needs to meet people, have a chat, and then decide whether to investigate further. Only after doing these can he make a judgment.

Yun Qiao and Ji Shu asked some people along the way, and then went to the master's residence where the old lady was familiar.

After entering this courtyard, they saw a white-bearded and white-robed monk who was tending flowers and plants. Compared with a monk, his temperament was more like that of a Taoist priest, his charm was out of the dust, and he was well maintained.

Yun Qiao stopped and said hello, "Master."

"Ji benefactor, Yun benefactor, please come in."

The old monk's name was empty, he put down the medicine hoe, nodded to Ji Shu and Yun Qiao, and was not surprised by their arrival.

Ji Shu tilted his ear. After the first phase of rehabilitation treatment, his brain damage part recovered, and he also felt a little familiar with the bearded monk's voice, and this familiarity didn't last long.

But he can be sure that he has never seen anyone.

The old monk Kong Kong took the initiative to explain to Ji Shu, "Half a year ago, when the benefactor fell asleep, the poor monk recited scriptures for you."

Half a year ago, after Ji Shu narrowly escaped death, he was still unconscious for several days. The old lady asked Li Sheng to go to Xihuang Temple to pick up the old monk Kongkong. He prayed to Ji Shu for a day in the ward.

At that time, the hospital basically gave up on Ji Shu and allowed the old lady to act like this.

The day after the old monk Kong Kong left, Ji Shu woke up, and the old lady also remembered his kindness, and donated more to Xihuang Temple, and later asked him to give Ji Shu and Yun Qiao a lucky marriage.

Ji Shu nodded, accepting the old monk Kongkong's statement for the time being, and later he would ask Li Sheng or adjust the monitoring to confirm.

"Master Kong Kong also came when Ji Shu was 12 years old when he became ill. I remember you."

Yun Qiao and Ji Shu walked in along the gravel road, he looked down at the flowers and plants prepared by the old monk Kong Kong, and nodded, "They grow really well."

"Haha, I'm not unfamiliar with this little skill."

The old monk Kong Kong put down the medicine hoe, raised his hand to the tea room where the guests were treated, stopped in his footsteps, and stared back, "Are you... the little boy next to Si Lao?"

"It's me, Master Kongkong still remembers me."

Yun Qiao felt that he didn't have much sense of being with Si Lao at that time, and ten years later, he had changed a lot, even the old lady and Ji Shu didn't recognize him when he grew up.

But if the old monk Kong Kong had other friendships with Si Lao or Shao Lao, it would be difficult to know his growth from them.

"I only remember people's bones, and it's rare for Xiao Siqiao and Master Ji to see their bones."

Yun Qiao smiled lightly, and became inexplicably interested in what the old monk Kong Kong said about the bones, "Tell me what kind of bones Ji Shu and I are?"

The old monk Kong Kong straightened his slightly stooped back, his eyes sharpened instantly, he traced Yun Qiao's facial features little by little, and then nodded with admiration, "The little benefactor is a unique Ziwei unicorn bone, born with a royal appearance, noble Unspeakable."

Yun Qiao didn't twitch the corners of her mouth. The old monk Kong Kong's comment made Yun Qiao think they were in the old dynasty era.

Is he going to be an emperor, or is he going to be a queen?

Yun Qiao rubbed his chin. His face was indeed not very similar to Yunhui Su Manqing's, but it wasn't so unique, it just had a fox-tipped oval face.

"What about my husband?"

The old monk Kong Kong heard the words but did not observe as carefully as before, and walked towards the tea room while answering Yun Qiao's words.

"Ji Benefactor is a 'no' bone appearance that has never been seen or heard before, and he is not like the people here."

Yun Qiao looked at Ji Shu's face, no matter how much she thought about it, she only felt that Ji Shu was good-looking, attractive, and highly recognizable.

"Haha... But according to the ancient book, just listen to the two benefactors."

Yun Qiao and Ji Shu walked into the tea room, Yun Qiao went straight to open the windows, "Sorry, my husband can't smell this."

This tea room is also connected to the small Buddhist hall in the inner room, and a faint sandalwood fragrance can be heard coming from it.

"It's okay, it's because I wasn't well prepared."

The old monk Kongkong walked into the small Buddhist hall and extinguished the sandalwood incense, and then he returned to the main seat in the tea room and began to make tea.

The tea bags are exactly those grown in his small courtyard, and the amount that can be made is very small, and they are only used to entertain the distinguished guests in his eyes, Yun Qiao and Ji Shu can definitely be counted.

"It smells so good, can I ask you for some flower seeds?"

Yun Qiao is very knowledgeable, and plans to grow her own tea bags, and upgrade the tea bags at home a little.

"Hahaha, of course, as long as you can make a living."

Yun Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and began to count the rare and exotic species he had grown in southern Yunnan Province, "Jiuyelan, Guilan, Erqiao, Baixueta, Doulu..."

The old monk Kongkong didn't dare to underestimate Yun Qiao anymore. The next hour or so would be the time for Yunqiao and the old monk Kongkong to exchange planting experience. Yunqiao had more experience in listening and teaching, and added what he had learned from others from time to time. personal experience.

For a while, the old monk Kong Kong felt rather longing for Yun Qiao.

"Do you know Yan Yin?"

The old monk Kongkong vaguely felt that some of Yunqiao's experience and arguments were familiar.

Yun Qiao nodded slightly, "Master Yan is the neighbor of my grandfather and I in Southern Yunnan Province."

"Didn't he settle abroad more than ten years ago so that he can see his daughter and granddaughter conveniently..."

Old Monk Kong Kong has a passion for rare flowers, so it is impossible that he has not heard of Yan Yin, or in other words, they already knew each other.

"Master Yan said he wasn't used to being here, and he returned to China in less than a year."

Yun Qiao understood Yan Yin's low profile, and Yan Yin also hated others thinking about his family's flowers and plants.In contrast, Yun Qiao felt that Li Kong Kong's love for flowers and plants was quite limited, and it was not as much as Yun Qiao presupposed before their topic started.

Yun Qiao continued to add, "Master Yan is not sociable and often goes to the mountains."

If it wasn't for Yun Qiao following Yan Yin and other mountain people to go to the mountains a few times, and Si Lao came to the neighbor's house, he would not have known that there was a super flower master, planter, and pharmacologist living next door.

Looking at the time, Yun Qiao pulled Ji Shu to stand up.

"Excuse me for your lunch break. Besides, can I borrow the scriptures in the temple tonight."

"Don't bother, the poor monk hasn't had such a happy chat with anyone for a long time. You just tell Sanzhi that you can read any book you want."

The old monk Kong Kong was in a good mood, and having realized Yun Qiao's erudition, he nodded to Ji Shu again.

"Master Ji, please help yourself."

Coming out of the empty old monk's garden, Yun Qiao and Ji Shu didn't linger any longer, they went straight back to the guest courtyard where they lived, and then entered the small room where they were staying tonight.

Ji Shu took Yun Qiao's hand to sit on the futon, and asked in a low voice, "Have you gained anything?"

"Have."

Yun Qiao nodded slightly, leaned over and threw herself into Ji Shu's arms, took a deep breath, and put away the complicated and startled look in her eyes.

But it is too early to draw conclusions.

"Help me check Master Kongkong, try to be as detailed as possible, don't let grandma know about it."

"it is good."

Ji Shu nodded, he hugged Yun Qiao, and didn't ask any more questions. He could feel that Yun Qiao was slightly affected, but he carefully reviewed the conversation between Yun Qiao and the old monk Kong Kong, and found nothing special to pay attention to.

Yun Qiao's self-mediation ability is very strong. After 2 minutes, when he sits down to watch Ji Shu again, he is no different from usual.

"Let's go, let's go and wake up Grandma Xiaohuaer, if we continue to sleep, we won't be able to sleep at night."

After looking carefully at Yun Qiao's eyes, Ji Shu nodded, "Okay."

A Dongpo has already gone to call someone before Yun Qiao and Ji Shu, and Yun Fan has always been docile when he wakes up, except that he is a little clingy and a little coquettish.

"Brother, hug!"

Yun Bo stretched out his two hands towards Yun Qiao, and then was hugged by Ji Shuti, "I'll hug you."

The Yun family didn't dare to object, and obediently lay on Ji Shu's shoulder.

The people in the guest house were divided into three groups. Feng Zheng and other four followed Yun Qiao Jishu and his party to burn incense and worship Buddha. Li Sheng took one person to socialize with the kitchen, and then went to the temple’s self-grown vegetable field to prepare fruits and vegetables. Aunt Hu Chun and another bodyguard Stay in the guest house.

When Yun Qiao and his party left the guest house, a twelve or thirteen-year-old young monk saw them from a distance, bowed slightly, then turned and ran away, and soon he brought Master Sanzhi fat over.

"Ming Xin can't speak, but he can understand. Tell him if you need anything."

The little monk Mingxin arranged by the monk Sanzhi was waiting for the old lady and her party outside the guest courtyard.

Yun Qiao was very impressed with Xiao Mingxin who had met once at the gate of the temple. He was a sick and weak young man carved in powder and jade, indistinguishable from male and female.

Yun Qiao and Ji Shu also belonged to the delicate faces, which were common to men and women when they were children, but they will no longer have such troubles when they enter adolescence.

But little master Mingxin's height has reached the height of an ordinary boy of twelve or thirteen years old, but his face is more refined, coupled with the influence of the atmosphere in the Buddhist temple, his temperament is quite unique and unforgettable.

Of course, according to Yun Qiao's observation, Ming Xin's body is very sick, but it's not sure whether it's pathological or purely temperamental.

"Xiao Ming Xin came to show grandma."

The old lady took the little monk Mingxin by surprise, and she made a mistake again. Among the ten or so young monks in the temple, she always liked Mingxin the most, so San Zhicai arranged for Mingxin to come and guard them outside the courtyard.

Mingxin didn't dislike the old lady's touch, so he nodded slightly and gestured in sign language.

"If you need to tell me, I run fast and can work."

"you're good!"

Yun Qiao also smiled at Ming Xin, and then he looked at Monk Sanzhi, "I can sign language, so master Sanzhi go first, and little master Mingxin can just follow us."

The point is that neither the old lady nor the other two bodyguards came back for the first time, and they are relatively familiar with the road to the temple.

And the main hall of Shangxiang is conspicuous and tidy, and it is not difficult to find.

"Wow, this little brother is really pretty."

Yunfan poked his head out from Ji Shu's shoulder, and exclaimed inwardly towards Mingxin.

"Brother, what did he answer me?"

Yun Bo regretted that he didn't learn enough, so he couldn't understand what Ming Xin was gesticulating.

Yun Qiao patted Ji Shu's shoulder hair, which belonged to Yun Bo's head, and said with a smile, "Ming Xin said, thank you, you are cute too."

Yun Bo blushed with a rare smile, and looked back and forth between Yun Qiao and Ming Xin's faces, feeling the same joy from the old lady, and then, his courage gained for a moment.

"Sister-in-law, you should also smile more, you are being compared!"

Ji Shu didn't move at all, so Yun Qiao wouldn't be infatuated with people like Yun Fan.

Ji Shu is relatively sensitive to smells, so he stopped when he was far away, and then handed the cloud valve to Feng Zheng.

"Wait, we'll be out soon."

Yun Qiao nodded slightly to Ji Shu, and he helped the old lady continue into the main hall.

Burning incense and inserting incense were done by bodyguards. After entering the main hall, the old lady knelt down piously, whispering constantly, followed by Adongpo.After Yun Qiao bowed, she raised her head and looked at these Buddha statues with great interest.

Yunfan looked at Yunqiao and then at the old lady Adongpo, and finally imitated Yunqiao and focused on sightseeing.

After coming out of the largest Buddhist hall, they met Ji Shu and then entered other Buddhist halls and the relatively remote Fuxi Hall.

After visiting such a circle, Yunqiao only found some traces of ancient temples in the Fuxi Temple, and other places were newly built in the past 30 to [-] years and then remodeled in imitation of ancient times.

"Master Mingxin, how long have you been in the temple?"

Yun Qiao asked the little monk Mingxin who had led them all the way, and continued to lead them to the Nuwa Temple next door.

Ming Xin gestured in sign language, "Nine years. Abbot Kong Kong picked me up at the foot of the mountain."

While talking, they stopped in a landscape pavilion in front of a big willow tree. The scenery here is open and suitable for stopping and watching.

After Yun Qiao sat down next to Ji Shu, she waved to Ming Xin who was standing neatly outside the gazebo, "Come here. Mind if I help you check your throat?"

Mingxin raised his eyes to look at Yun Qiao, and shook his head slowly, but he still told Yun Qiao some basic facts, "It's born, it's difficult to cure, the abbot took me down the mountain to have a look."

Yun Qiao didn't comment on this, and after confirming that Ming Xin would not resist, she held Ming Xin's back neck with one hand, and gently stroked Ming Xin's throat with the other hand, and then carefully observed Ming Xin's reaction.

"Does it hurt?"

Ming Xin waved his hand in response.

Yun Qiao let go of Ming Xin's throat and the back of his neck, and then pressed his shoulders, guiding him to squat down, raising his head so that he could observe, "Don't be afraid. Ah. Open your mouth."

"what."

Yun Fan, who squatted down with Ming Xin, first demonstrated how to open his mouth, and then Ming Xin hesitated to open his mouth.

Yun Qiao's inspection ended in about a minute, and he took a candy from his pocket and fed it to Ming Xin, "You did a good job."

"Brother, I want it too. Ahhh."

Cloud Valve was also fed a low-sweet candy, but he was in a good mood, and he probably felt sweet even when he drank plain water.

"Don't be afraid, my brother and sister-in-law are very powerful, they are all very good people."

Yunfan pulled Mingxin to the side to share the vegetarian snacks in his pocket, and whispered, but he still could only keep talking by himself, and he could only understand the "thank you" gesture.

"...I will learn sign language when I get home, and I will be able to understand what you say when I come back next time."

Ming Xin didn't bother to respond to Yun Fan any more, but nodded slightly, then took Yun Fan's hand, and slowly wrote two words, "Welcome".

Ji Shu asked Yun Qiao softly, "How is it?"

Yun Qiao nodded slightly, "It's better than I expected, but further inspection is needed."

Yun Qiao preliminarily diagnosed that Mingxin's larynx and voice were slightly atrophied, but it was caused by the lack of exercise of the relevant muscles. Mingxin couldn't speak, and there were psychological reasons besides the throat.

"I will arrange."

Ji Shu quietly pulled Yunqiao's hand. He didn't think Yunqiao was meddling at all. If Yunqiao could really ignore Mingxin, it wouldn't be like Yunqiao.

Yun Qiao nodded thoughtfully, then smiled slightly at Ji Shu.

For him, helping others by himself is a completely different experience than pulling Ji Shu and Ji's family to help others. The latter is inexplicably under a lot of pressure, but Ji Shu's reaction to him is so natural and normal.

"Thank you."

Yun Qiao was touched again, he was so lucky to meet Ji Shu and be liked by Ji Shu.

Starting again, the small slope of this pavilion is the Nuwa Temple, which is relatively rare in North China and East China, but it is very common in South Yunnan Province, the hometown of Adongpo.

"Our temples over there are all Taoist nuns."

A Dongpo whispered to the old lady, and vaguely felt that something was missing here, "Why is there no marriage tree here?"

The old lady knew relatively clearly, "Yes, they were set on fire by thunder fire more than two years ago, and they were transplanted to the back mountain. I heard from Mrs. Zheng that there is a plan to rebuild a marriage pool here."

For this reason, Mrs. Zheng is still lobbying the rich ladies in the capital to donate, and the old lady also expressed her willingness to donate a sum.The amount is not large, but it can be regarded as a top name.

A Dongpo will not say more about this, the old lady believes in Buddhism and does not prevent her from donating money to do good deeds, and there is no need to persuade her.

The things the old lady was going to fulfill were fruits and the like. After making the offerings in the main hall, she continued to pay homage, and then stuffed a cash red envelope that she had prepared earlier into the merit box.

"Let's sit here, you go and play."

After this round, the old lady and Adongpo were unwilling to leave again.

And the decision to take a lunch break before was completely correct, otherwise she probably wouldn't even have the strength to speak at this moment.

Yun Qiao took the pulse of the old lady and A Dongpo successively to make sure that they were all right, leaving Feng Zheng and the others behind, Yun Qiao and Ji Shu continued to visit the Nuwa Temple, and Ming Xin led Yun Fan to follow behind them.

When they went around the back mountain, they could see the marriage tree with scorched marks from a distance, and there were still many burnt red ropes left on the tree.

Ming Xin gently tugged on La Yunqiao's sleeve, and gestured again, "I know where there are red strings and marriage cards."

Yun Qiao shook her head, "No need. Help me borrow all the signature holders from Miaozhu. You walk slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Ming Xin nodded, and after letting go of the cloud valve, he quickly walked back to the Nuwa Temple through the short gate, not long after he came to look for Yun Qiao with a stick in his hand.

"Thank you."

After thanking, Yun Qiao took it from Ming Xin, and then took it out one by one, and returned one to Ming Xin after finishing one, and Ming Xin picked up the monk's robe to pick it up.

Yun Qiao read all the [-] lottery sticks quickly, and after helping to put them back into the lottery holder, he nodded towards Ming Xin, "It's ok, you can send them back for me."

Ming Xin turned around and ran towards the low door with the stick.

Yun Qiao's voice came from behind, "Don't run, just go."

Then Ming Xin obediently changed into walking back.