Chapter 156 The Liar

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw a man wearing a monk's robe, a fat man with a big pie face ran over.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Yong asked out loud.

The man swept over Chunniang and quickly withdrew his gaze.

"Amitabha, I am a disciple of this Famen Temple. I heard that the donor was worried about seeking a child, so I came to solve the donor's doubts."

Disciple of Famen Temple?

After hearing his words, Fat Miaoer looked up at him.

I saw that this man looked like a monk except for a monk's robe.

"How do you have hair?"

Fat Miaoer asked.

The man smiled and his small eyes narrowed into a slit.

"I am a lay disciple. I have trained my hair to practice, and I have never cut off three thousand worries."

"Oh!" Fat Miao'er understood.

After hearing the man's words, Chunniang's eyes lit up and she thought to herself: Is there a glimmer of hope for life?

He quickly stepped forward and asked, "I wonder what the master has to do?"

"Don't be anxious, listen to me and tell me in detail. The little monk has a prescription here that can solve the donor's urgent needs."

As he said that, the man took out a small paper bag made of straw paper from his arms and put it in his palm to display it.

Chunniang was about to reach out to get it, but the man pushed it back and folded his hands together.

"Amitabha! Don't worry, the donor, the little monk wants to make a fuss about the donor and add more incense and oil to the temple."

"Ah?" Chunniang was stunned and then understood what he meant.

"How much money is needed?"

Chunniang asked, "She is now in a hurry to seek medical treatment. The signing just now hit her a big blow. Now she has found a glimmer of hope and wants to catch her immediately."

"Amitabha! The donor misinterpreted the meaning of the little monk. I am not selling it, I just made a fortune. This prescription is worth noting."

The man said with a smile, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"I'm sorry, Master, I misunderstood." Chunniang looked at the man apologetically.

He carefully tentatively said: "The master thinks how much is appropriate to donate?"

"Amitabha, this matter is as good as you wish. No matter how much you donate, you will make good relationships. But..." the man hesitated and said: "A sincere heart will make you feel good. What the donor asks for is quite difficult, so the more you need is the better."

"According to what the monk thought, one or two should be enough."

One or two? Bargain?

Fat Miao'er twitched and was about to speak to stop her.

"Okay!" Chunniang couldn't wait to agree, took out her purse, took out a tael of silver from it, and reached out to hand it over.

The man's little eyes secretly stared at Chunniang's movements. Seeing that he took out a tael of silver so easily, the corners of his mouth were thrusting unconsciously.

I thought to myself: It’s going to be less!

"Donor, please keep it!" The man showed regret on his face. After struggling for a moment, he took the silver and handed over the paper bag.

"Thank you, Master!" Chunniang thanked him tremblingly, and cherished it in her palm.

"What's here?" Fat Miaoer came over and murmured curiously.

"Um?"

The next second, her little brow frowned, her beautiful little nose sniffed, and said in a low voice: "This smell is not right."

Fat Meow's nose is more sensitive than ordinary people.

What's more, the smell of this medicine bag is quite strong, just like...

"Isn't this the incense ash?" Fat Miao'er's mind flashed and she blurted out.

Incense ash!

Fang Zhu, Wu Yong, Li Xiaodao and others were all shocked.

Chunniang hurriedly opened the paper bag and looked down.

It's indeed very familiar.

It is the ashes left after the incense candle burns.

Seeing that the thing was exposed, a hint of annoyance flashed across the man's face and quickly returned to normal.

He said calmly: "The donor doesn't know that this is not ordinary incense ash, but incense ash that has been blessed by the Buddha, and has unexpected effects."

"As long as you go home and fast for three days, and drink it with cold water at sunrise on the fourth day, it will help the donor to have a happy Lin'er."

"The little monk is a monk and does not lie. If it is not effective, the donor can come to this Famen Temple to find me."

The man said with a sincere look on his face.

For a moment, Chunniang couldn't take any attention.

"Okay! I'll give it a try!" Chunniang gritted her teeth, wrapped the incense ash bag again, and put it in her arms.

Anyway, it’s a dead horse to be a living horse.

What if it succeeds!

"Aunt Wu, you can't, he's just a liar!" Seeing this, Fat Miaoer quickly grabbed Chunniang's hand and shook her head anxiously.

Incense ash is incense ash, how can it be cured for infertility? These are all the lies of ancient charlatans.

"How could the little donor be so wronged by the little monk? Forget it. Since the donor doesn't believe it, then the money for the incense and oil will be returned to the donor, and the medicine package will be returned to the little monk. It's just a pity for this fate!"

The man handed over a tael of silver and prepared to exchange it for the medicine bag.

"Why!"

Chunniang sighed softly and patted Fat Miao'er's head.

"Your kindness aunt knows, but this is a glimmer of hope. Even if it is fake, I will try it."

Chunniang's tone was firm and her expression was determined.

"Amitabha! The donor is a person who is destined to be with me, and he will surely achieve all his wishes."

The man complimented on the side, took back the silver and was about to turn around and leave.

When Fat Miaoer saw that Chunniang didn't listen to the advice, she didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, Fat Miaoer saw a figure appearing at the temple gate. It was Master Leran who was receiving everyone.

Fat Miaoer moved her mind and whispered to Li Xiaodao beside her: "Look at him."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaodao ticked and gestured a clear gesture.

He completely believed Fat Miaoer, thinking that what she said was right and obeyed unconditionally.

Fat Miao'er stepped out her short legs and rushed towards the temple gate, surpassing the man in an instant.

Li Xiaodao followed closely behind, but was not in a hurry, just following the man.

He came to the temple gate in one breath. Fat Miao'er's face did not blush and his heart was not beating. After giving a deep bow to Master Leran, he pointed to the man walking upward and said, "Master, is he a disciple of your temple layman?"

"Um?"

Master Leran didn't understand why, and didn't know why Fat Miaoer asked this, but he still answered: "There has never been a lay disciple in my temple."

"fraud!"

Fat Meower muttered in a low voice.

Then he quickly told Master Leran what happened just now.

The more I heard it, the more angry I became, the expression on my face showed that I became angry.

"Amitabha!"

After reciting the Dharma name, the expression on Leran's face calmed down.

He bowed to the Main Hall: "Disciple is attached to the appearance."

"Well……"

This sentence made Fat Miaoer stunned, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"Master, hurry up and expose that big liar!" Fat Miao'er urged.

"Okay donor."

After agreeing, Daran, Fat Miaoer and the others walked towards the mountain and headed straight for the man.

The man saw it and knew something was wrong. He quickly went down the stairs and headed towards the mountain path.

"Brother, catch him!"

Fat Miao'er shouted loudly when she saw him running.

After receiving the order, Li Xiaodao, who had been following him, reached out and grabbed the man.

He shouted: "Where to run!"
Chapter completed!