Chapter 1622 How Is His Life?

The owner almost didn't squash it just now.

Shen Qingci stroked the little fox's little head.

"It doesn't matter, Xiao Laobai is quite soft and can't be crushed."

Luo Yuxi was also a little embarrassed. Well, he seemed to have forgotten about this little one. Maybe he was in the habit of carrying it. Sometimes even himself, he forgot its existence.

Sometimes he would let it fall. Losing foxes often happened. Fortunately, this was a fox, not a brother. Otherwise, how many times would he be scolded during the day?

"It's getting late, we should go out too."

Luo Yuyi looked at the red sun that was already rising outside.

"Let's go," Shen Qingci waved his hand lightly, also holding Xiao Laobai and playing.

Bai Mei took a lacquered wooden box from one side and placed it in front of the two young masters.

"Second son, third son, this is what Madam asked you to send to the mage."

Bai Mei handed over the lacquered wooden box to Lao Yuyi. Every time they went up the mountain, these things were indispensable. They would definitely not leave empty-handed.

Luo Yuyi opened the lacquered wooden box in his hand, and inside it was a stack of silver bills.

Uncle wants money again?

He didn't even need to guess, he knew that the eminent monk in their family had a clean heart and a noble character, but it cost money, so he could be said to be insane. Every time he opened his mouth, it cost tens of thousands of dollars. Two, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

What he could ask for, his mother also gave it happily. In the past few years, he was used to it. Usually, he gave the money before he even opened his mouth.

After closing the lacquered wooden box, Lao Yuyi ordered Xiao An to prepare the carriage, and also brought Fu Yan, Niu Xin and Xiao An to the past together.

There has always been an endless stream of pilgrims in Xiangjue Temple. In the past few years, several times have been built, and a right road has been built to go straight to the temple. You can travel by horse-drawn carriage, and you can easily reach the temple. .

There is this road, and there are thousands of old steps for those devout pilgrims to walk and stop, and they are all covered.

The incense in the temple is still lingering, and the sound of Brahma incense can be heard everywhere, as well as the sound of chanting one after another. Walking here, the heart is also quiet in this piece of Brahma sound again.

As soon as the white lion got off the carriage, he became happy, and also ran towards the back mountain.

"Let's go," Luo Yuyi clenched Xiao Yuanzi's little hand and took her to see Mage Jingkong.

Master Jingkong is still the same as before, and just like Shen Qingci, he hasn't changed for decades, and his face is more tender than that of a teenage novice.

But in fact, he has already become an uncle, and he should have white eyebrows and white beards.

But what about him?

It's good, this face is so tender, even they are embarrassed to call his uncle, and her mother is also a young girl.

So when faced with this uncle, there is no such discomfort.

"This is what my mother sent us."

Lao Yuyi put the lacquered wooden box in front of him.

Master Jingkong took it and put it in front of the table. He also opened it. When he saw what was inside, he couldn't help but smile, "I also said, I want to ask your mother for it, and it so happened that you also brought it. It also saves me having to work hard again."

Really, it costs money, and it really means that his face is not blushing and he is not out of breath.

Master Jingkong put the lacquered wooden box in his hand aside, thinking in his heart, coincidentally, there are still a few places in this temple that are built for good life. With these silvers, it also solves his urgent need for burning coal. .

For such a large temple, every time it is built, it costs a lot of money.

And the money sent by Shuowangfu every year became the most important supply in Xiangjue Temple every year.

"Thank your mother for me."

Master Jingkong said with a smile, the black eyebrows were not dyed, but they were like Mo Dai.

And his eyes stopped on the little one.

It's just that when he saw this child, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he couldn't help but smile.

"Where did this child come from?"

"Has uncle forgotten?"

Luo Yuxi hugged Xiao Yuanzi to his lap, "This is my younger brother. When you first met him, he was still young, so it's right that you don't have an impression of him. Look, how much we have grown. like."

Well, it's quite similar. Master Jingkong has lived for such an age. Although his face is long and tender, he can't help but be a lot of age. People say that he is an old monk, and they are not wrong to call him. .

And living at such an age, some things are easy to forget.

Master Jingkong stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Yuanzi's little face, "It's quite similar to your brothers when they were young."

"Uncle," Lao Yuyi put down the teacup in his hand again, "Mother asked us to come over, please give Xiaoyuan a life."

Master Jingkong will not give orders easily, but they are different.

"His life?"

Master Qingkong touched Xiaoyuan's little head.

And Xiao Yuanzi opened a pair of big round eyes, looking at the Buddha beads on the wrist of Master Jingkong from time to time.

"Does Xiaoyuan like it?"

Master Jingkong asked, the old monk's kindness and kindness, especially when he laughs, children will like it. He is like a person in a painting, immortal and independent.

Xiaoyuan glanced at the string of beads again, then nodded, "I like it."

"Then send it to you."

Master Jingkong took off the Buddha beads in his hand and brought them to Xiaoyuanzi's neck. This small wrist was too small, so he could only hang it on his neck.

Luo Yuxi couldn't help but touched the beads on his wrist. His uncle seemed to like giving away beads.

When I met, I gave them Buddha beads. After so many decades, there were not hundreds of strings, but there were dozens.

But even if these are as numerous as the hair of a cow, they are all things that many pilgrims flock to.

Those pilgrims dreamed of wanting a string of Buddhist beads that Master Jingkong personally brought and opened up, but in the past few years, the Buddhist beads he sent here are a little less.

Mage Jingkong touched Xiao Yuanzi's head again.

"When the sun and hands are doing anything, remember that everything has a spirit, and the human heart must live in the good way."

Xiaoyuan still opened a pair of ignorant eyes, and he looked like a cute baby.

It is indeed very cute, and in addition, he is raised and chubby. He is a very beautiful child. The food in Shuowangfu is very supportive. Just look at how this child is raised, you will know?

"Uncle hasn't said what the fate of this child is?"