The carriage was very bumpy, with Chen Ao and Chun'er shoulder to shoulder, opposite to Zhou Ruo and his daughter. The mixed body fragrance filled Shen Ao's nose, and Chen Ao was very depressed.

It is a good thing to be in the same car with a beautiful woman, but it is completely different to pretend to be simple and holy. Chen Ao's knees are close together, but his shoulders are still intentionally or unintentionally colliding with Chun'er, but he is distracted, but he wants to make an expression of ignorance and chat with his wife.

The wife is a believer in Lingyin Temple. Every month on the first day of the month, she has to go to fulfill her vows and donate some incense and oil to Lingyin Temple. On this day, the wife was particularly happy and asked Chen Ao if she had ever gone to the temple to fulfill her vows. Chen Ao naturally nodded and talked nonsense, saying that he had suffered a serious illness when he was just born, and many doctors were hired to come but could not be cured. So her mother went to the temple to petition and even drew a lottery ticket. As a result, when she came back from the temple, Chen Ao's illness improved.

The lady's eyes shone with light and said, "Your child is very destined to be a Buddha, and your mother must be a believer and will be blessed by the Buddha."

When Zhou Ruo saw her mother talking to Chen Ao, she felt a little jealous. She knew Chen Ao very well. She said everyone to everyone and said lies to ghosts. This must have been made up to make her happy.

However, Chun'er really thought that Chen Ao had a serious illness in the past. After listening to Chen Ao's vivid speech, she felt very worried about him. She knew that Chen Ao's illness would definitely be cured, but she was always uneasy.

The lady asked Chen Ao’s mother what lottery had she drawn. Chen Ao said seriously: “My mother once told me, I think about it, by the way, let’s ask the noble man to encounter Shui Yunqing, and the cold friendship is long. When the Huang Pavilion opens, the old guest is delayed, and Hua Shu should have a sudden success. Madam, Chen Ao doesn’t understand the explanation of the lottery, and doesn’t know what it means. But this is what my mother asked for for me, so I remember it carefully.”

The lady smiled and said, "This is a lucky sign, which means that you can meet noble people early in the future and be promoted by noble people, and you will be promoted to the top. In addition, the family is also safe and safe, safe, and everything is auspicious."

"Wow... It turns out that everything is auspicious." Chen Ao was shocked and said, "Madam knows so much. The signature says that I can meet a noble person early. Isn't this noble person the wife? It can cure diseases and be safe. It seems that this signature is very effective."

The lady smiled happily. Chen Ao's words were really a double talk. While hinting that he could meet a noble person, he secretly praised the lady for being knowledgeable. The lady cursed her smile and thought to herself: "It seems that this child not only has a Buddhist connection, but also has a great connection with me. Am I really the noble person that the Buddha master has set for this child in his previous life?"

Thinking of this, the lady became closer to Chen Ao. Zhou Ruo made Chen Ao a fool. At this moment, she had to admire this guy. He could make up a story in just a few words, and every detail of the story was to suit his preferences, perfect and impeccable. First, prove that he had a Buddhist destiny and increased his favorability to him. Then, he told a bizarre story, made up a signature, and asked his mother to explain it. This would not only allow the mother to show her ability to interpret the signature, but also use noble people to imply that the mother is the destined noble person.

"This guy is really scary, so be careful in the future." Miss Zhou was in a complicated mood. She was a little grateful to Chen Ao, but more of the wisdom that penetrated his wrong thoughts. This wisdom made her mood more complicated. She knew that this person was insidious and cunning, no, she should be a slippery head, but why was she always a little confused when she was with him? Zhou Ruo could no longer tell whether she was disgusted or respected Chen Ao.

Before they knew it, the carriage stopped at the foot of a mountain. The autumn wind was roaring, the red maple forest at the foot of the mountain rustled, and the fallen leaves fell one after another. Stopped the carriage, the four of them got out of the carriage and climbed up the steep stone steps of the mountain. The Lingyin Temple was on the side of the mountain, with bells sounding solemn and solemn. When they arrived here, the lady's face became solemn, revealing the piety of a kind girl. Chun'er and Zhou Ruo helped her up the mountain.

Chen Ao enjoyed the scenery here along the road and sweated all over. Lingyin Temple finally arrived. The temple was quiet and quiet. Looking down from here, the red maple forest at the foot of the mountain seemed to have become a cluster of bright red flowers, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Xiao Shaji at the door stepped over and saluted to his wife: "Did the girl live so early today? Zen Master Kongdu has been waiting in the temple for a long time."

This novice monk must have recognized his wife. The wife is a wealthy donor from Lingyin Temple. Dozens of people in the temple rely on her alms. When other pilgrims enter, the novice monks can at most fold their hands and shout the Buddha's name, but it is completely different when they see the novice monks.

"Wow... the temple also has VIP services. People are really different from others. It's great to have money." Chen Ao secretly complained in his heart, but he smiled at the novice monk in a very friendly manner, laughing at him to death.

The lady said with a slight head: "I'm sorry to take the way for the little master. Ruoer, Chen Ao, you and Xiang'er will take a break, and I'll listen to the Zen master's lecture."

The lady left with the little shaman. Chen Ao finally got up briskly. Chun'er chirped and said, "Brother Shen, let's go to the mangosteen room to have tea and eat pastries. There are two monks here who can make tea and the other can make pastries. The tea is good and the pastries are also very good. Many pilgrims come from hundreds of miles to try their skills."

Zhou Ruo felt thirsty at this moment and said, "I haven't eaten Zen Master Kong Ding's tea and Zen Master Kong Jing's pastries for a long time."

The three of them arrived at the mango bamboo house, which was not far from the Main Hall, and was located on the edge of the mountainside. From here, you can see the foot of the mountain by opening the window, and you can see the faint mist at the foot of the mountain. This is a place for the temple to rest. When the three of them entered, a novice monk came over. This kind of novice monk was best at observing his words and expressions. Looking at Zhou Ruo, Chen Ao, Xiang'er's dress and behavior, he knew that it was from a wealthy family. He invited them in and said, "Donors, donors, my master immediately made tea and pastries and brought them here soon."

As he said that, he went to inform the kitchen.

Chen Ao remembered something and asked Zhou Ruo: "Don't women are not allowed to enter the temple? Why did I bump into so many female pilgrims here?"

Zhou Ruo curled his lips: "This is the rule of any temple, both good men and believers have them. Do you teach believers to listen to Zen outside the temple?"

Oh, Chen Ao nodded. It seemed that he was misled, so he wandered around the camellia room with interest and looked at the calligraphy and paintings mounted on the wall. These calligraphy and paintings have two styles. Running script imitates Wang Xizhi's cursive script "Chumu Layout". At first glance, it looks quite similar. But when you look closely, the flaws come. In order to deliberately imitate Wang Xizhi's style, people in running script are too delicate and tricky, which makes them look like they are like dogs.

As for the painting, it is not bad, with a smooth and harmonious look. However, the painter deliberately seeks truth, but instead loses the ancient and elegant artistic conception.

Chun'er also came over and asked, "Brother Shen, are these calligraphy and paintings very good? Why do you read them so seriously?"

Chen Ao smiled slightly and said in a confident tone: "These calligraphy and paintings are inferior works, but the author has some foundations, but they are too stupid and do not enter the elegant hall at all. The only thing worth appreciating is that this running script has some advantages, at least its layout is pretty good, but the characters are too bad. As for this painting, haha..." Chen Ao smiled and said conceitedly: "I draw it with my toes better than it."

Chun'er smiled slightly, and she was convinced by Chen Ao's painting skills. She was about to follow Chen Ao's words. A tender voice came from the doorman: "The donor was so loud that he said that my master's uncle's calligraphy and painting were not good. The guests who came here praised their paintings when they saw them. You are too unreasonable."

Chen Ao turned around and it turned out that the little novice monk had returned, holding a tray in his hand, with tea and pastries in bowls and dishes. In an instant, there seemed to be a faint tea fragrance floating in the entire mountain room, and the pastry style was also very beautiful, as if it was a work of art carved by Jingxin, with all the colors and fragrances.

Chen Ao could not have thought that his words would be heard by the little novice monk. He touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Of course, offend, but the words and paintings written by your master and uncle are indeed flawed, and I just felt it."
Chapter completed!