Am I the one who was wronged?

All of them are reciting scriptures, but he practices closed-mouth meditation, so he can't speak easily, and the scriptures are also chanting silently in his heart.

With a calm face, he slowly turned the rosary in his hand.

He is chanting scriptures at this moment to save the ghost in the ruby.

As soon as Mr. Hu took out the ruby, he noticed that the gem was full of blood, and the things inside were very powerful.

He threw the gemstone into the small incense burner and placed it under the peach tree for a while.

But the incense burner can only be suppressed. If he wants to solve it completely, he has to read the scriptures to save it. This is his master's rule.

If there is no life and blood debt, even if they commit a crime and are arrested by them, they will ask why, smooth their obsessions for them, and send some incense and ingots to reincarnate.

If you have seen blood and have a life debt on your body, you will forcefully chant scriptures for salvation without asking why.

If you can't get over it, you deserve it if you die out of your wits.

Like the one in Ruby, Yiyi didn't bother to find out the reason, took over the suppression of Chaodu a dragon, and sent him to the underworld to report.

The reason why I don't do it in front of Boss Hu is because the business is not easy to do.

In today's society, there are not many things, but there are the most liars, who boast so much that it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and even one point of ability can give you twelve points.

They can't behave too mediocrely in front of customers. After all, they are the ones who solved the ruby ​​problem.

Since there is no lying, it is naturally not considered a breach of the precept.

They silently recited the entire Ksitigarbha Sutra in their hearts, stood up, put down the rosary beads in their hands, took out three sticks of incense from their bags, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner.

The incense is very good, and it is all made by hand according to the ancient recipe given by the master. The material for making the incense is the peach tree branch on his head.

Therefore, the incense itself presents a light red color, and the ashes after burning are fine and white, exuding a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, which is a good thing to suppress and drive away evil spirits.

A limited production of [-] pieces is produced each year, and on the black market outside, the price of a single piece has already been fired to the sky-high price, which can be said to be hard to find.

When the fat monk saw him lighting the incense, he hissed in distress, and silently credited Mr. Hu.

Only then did I tell him the reason, "A couple came to our temple, claiming to be your parents, and said they wanted to take you back. Would you like to go and have a look?"

They all picked up the rosary beads, wrapped them around their fingers, and fiddled with them slowly.

He had no parents, not since childhood.

It's not just him, there are many orphans in the Tuyuan Temple, who were abandoned by their parents when they were young, dying, and picked up by the people in the temple, who feed them with porridge and side dishes.

Those who have a relationship with the Buddha and are willing to become a monk follow the abbot to practice. Those who do not want to serve in front of the Buddha stay in the temple until they are 16 years old, and then go down the mountain to make a living by themselves.

Yiyi was born with a predestined relationship with the Buddha. His master said that he was liked by the Buddha, and he was born with the Buddha's light, so he was born to be a monk.

When he was still in his infancy, he was brought to Tuyuan Temple by his master, the former abbot, and mixed with the monks in the temple.

No disease, no disaster, and no worries have grown up to the present.

Before practicing closed mantra, he asked his master how he got here.

His master was very serious, saying that he picked it up from the trash can!

Unlike ordinary parents coaxing children, his master is not joking.

It can even be clear which city, which street, which hotel, or the trash can at the back door of the hotel.

Even staying in the same bucket with him at that time, there was some garbage.

His master can come here one by one, like a treasure, and he can believe it or not.

Since then, he has never wondered how he got here.

…After all, being in the same trash can with a pile of fish bones and being almost eaten by a stray cat doesn’t sound very glamorous.

He also put away his desire to go home, and practiced closed-mouth meditation with his master with peace of mind.

His master had a high seniority in Tuyuan Temple, and he became a junior martial uncle in the temple.

Leading many monks who are older than him, they knock on the wooden fish and recite scriptures all day long, and work to earn some money when they are in a good mood.

When I am in a bad mood, I go to play with the turtle, and my life is not bad.

It's been a peaceful 18 years, and suddenly he has parents, and he will not accept it for a while.

Silently turning the rosary beads, she wanted to continue drinking tea with a calm face, but she couldn't pour out the water while holding the teapot.

After shaking it lightly, and found that there was no water in it, he waved to the fat monk.

The fat monk quickly took the teapot, trotted to the water tank in the house, scooped water, boiled the water and made tea in one go, and soon came back with the teapot.

Poured him a cup of steaming tea, and asked cautiously, "Uncle Shi, your parents are looking for you, do you want to go back with them?"

The fat monk is also an orphan. When he was a child, he also had a dream of being found by his parents and returning home to live a life of filial father and son.

As I get older, I know it's impossible, and gradually I don't want to.

This meeting saw that Yili's parents were looking for him, both happy for him and a little worried.

Of course the happy one is that the little uncle has a family, but the one who is worried is that besides the couple, there is also a young man who is similar to him.

Seeing that he was spoiled and spoiled, he couldn't bear to be wronged, he vaguely felt that it might not go well for everyone to recognize his parents.

He was beating a drum in his heart, and his heart was always restless. He quickly turned the sandalwood rosary a few times, took a deep breath, and stretched his hand into the bag.

The fat monk watched his movements without worrying.

His eyes were stunned, and he almost swallowed his saliva.

His master's uncle is a real good thing.

There are all treasures inside, I don't know what good things will be pulled out this time.

I saw that Yiyi dug out his bag for a long time, took out a palm-sized tortoise shell that was not slippery, and put it respectfully on the stone table.

In the small brass censer with a gemstone necklace on it, I twisted a pinch of incense ash and sprinkled it on the turtle shell.

The incense ash was light and floating, but the tortoise shell suddenly produced a suction.

Then a handful of incense ash fell on the turtle shell, and nothing was wasted.

Two not-so-circular circles are formed on the tortoise shell, with two layers inside and outside, like a distorted "Hui" character.

Yiyi looked down, his mood was a little heavy, but he calmed down strangely, and shook his head slightly.

He was born with a shallow relationship with his parents, and not only has he not been too deep these years, but it has become more and more shallow. If he goes back, he may have a hard time.

Forget it, don't go back.

Is it because the vegetarian food in Tuyuan Temple is not delicious, or because his fat nephew is not diligent enough, why should he go back to find the guilt.

Shaking his head, he stretched out his hand to shake off the incense ash, and was about to put away the tortoise shell, but found some incense ash stuck in the crack of the tortoise shell.

It's only the size of a sesame seed, but it's very conspicuous on the black turtle shell.

The fact that it sticks so firmly means that there are still people on his parents' side who have a close relationship with him.

Huh, it's interesting.

Yiyi reached out to flick the incense ash away, changed his mind, and nodded at the fat monk.

Go back and have a look, and see who hit it off with him.

When the fat monk saw him, his brows drooped and the corners of his mouth immediately drooped, his face looked bitter, and he was anxious, what should I do.

Uncle Master is gone, so the hard times in the monastery will come, he doesn't want to eat bran swallowed vegetables, if he doesn't even have to eat watermelon in this summer, how will he live!

As for the wealthy couple who claimed to be the same parents, they were introduced as surnamed Jiang, so the people in the temple called them Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang.

There were quite a lot of people who came together, a group of mighty people, including secretaries and bodyguards, there were more than a dozen, and there were seven shiny luxury cars.

I drove up the mountain early in the morning, first went to the Buddha in the treasure hall to burn incense, donated money for sesame oil, and shook the lottery tube to release the lottery.

I asked for an amulet that had been consecrated and offered in front of the Buddha, and put it on for the young master who came with them, and waited until all this was done.

Only then did I find them to host, and said that they wanted to meet everyone.

Seeing their posture, the host was still happy in his heart, secretly thinking that this is a big customer, the kind that can eat for three years after opening!

Even when looking at them, the smile on his face became more compassionate.

Unexpectedly, when people opened their mouths, they didn't ask for Yiyi to do things, but said that Yiyi was their son who was wrongly hugged in the hospital 18 years ago.

The host's benevolent smile was almost lost.

... This, this is not here to give them money, but to dig up the cash cow in their temple!

Resisting the idea of ​​throwing people out, the host smiled reluctantly, "I have to ask the same about this matter first."

I recruited a fat monk and asked him to inform everyone.

The fat monk ran to Yiyi and explained the situation to him, seeing that he decided to go back, he persuaded him, "It doesn't look like he's looking for someone, he doesn't look anxious at all.

Master uncle, you have to think carefully, I don't think they seem to be treating you well, the brothers in the temple are pointing at you to open the pot, can you just stay away. "

They all nodded to show that they understood, raised their hands to pour out the unfinished tea, stood up and put the teapot, teacup and small brass incense burner into the bag.

After thinking about it, I stood on tiptoe, broke off a branch from the peach tree, put it in my bag, waved to the fat monk, and walked outside.

The fat monk couldn't accept the fact for a while, and wished he could lie on the ground and hug his leg, and roll around to prevent him from leaving.

Looking down at his figure, he still gave up on this plan.

It doesn't matter if he throws and rolls, if he trips the uncle, he will feel bad!

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang were invited to drink tea in the empty guest house. The guest house was simple and the tea was only ordinary. Mrs. Jiang curled her lips in disgust.

Seeing Jiang Ruan's flustered expression and fidgeting, he patted the back of his hand lightly and comforted him, "Ruan Ruan, don't be afraid, it's nothing serious, be good."

Jiang Ruan leaned closer to her, and said in a low voice, "Mom, will you always hate me and think that I robbed his parents?"

There was a bit of crying in the voice, and Mrs. Jiang felt very distressed when she heard it.

Pretending to be angry, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's not your fault. How could he blame you? Besides, don't you think I'm your mother now?"

Jiang Ruan quickly shook her head, her eyes were gentle and pure, like a deer jumping in the forest, "You will always be my mother, I'm afraid that he will be all..."

"You don't have to be afraid." Mrs. Jiang interrupted him, touching his face lovingly, "You are also mother's son, if he dares to make things difficult for you, mother will make the decision for you."

Jiang Ruan hurriedly persuaded in a low voice, "No, Mom, I will definitely treat Qiyi well, and Qiyi may not hate me, we will get along well."

Seeing how docile and sensible he was, Mrs. Jiang's heart melted, and she quickly responded, "Okay, you will definitely get along well."

Hosted by Tuyuan Temple, "..." Okay, what a fart.

Bah, bah, bah, monks can't swear at others, or they should be neither angry nor angry, sad or happy.

But he is just an unclean person, really want to pry open this Mrs. Jiang's brain, is it full of water? !It's still all air.

If it's really like what you said, the one in front of you was wrongly hugged in the hospital back then, and he must be your real son.

So are you stupid, or are you stupid.

Can't tell that this fake young master is putting eye drops on the real young master?

Just waiting for you to see that your own son is not pleasing to the eye? !You're okay, hello!Just look at it like this, if they all go back, they must be wronged!

He disagrees!Firmly disagree!

He scolded people in his heart, but kept a look of compassion on his face, and remained silent.

Mrs. Jiang disliked the bad tea in the temple, so she refused to drink it. She urged impatiently, "Why haven't you called anyone here yet? What are you all dawdling about?"

The host stopped turning the rosary, looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and said compassionately, "Donor wait a moment, it's only five minutes, and even he can't fly."

When the other person came back directly, Mrs. Jiang's expression was not good, "Hurry up and remind me."

The bodyguards outside moved when they heard the words, and were about to go out to find someone. It happened that they were all carrying Baina bags, followed the fat monk, and bumped into the bodyguards.

After entering the door, he clasped his hands together and bowed to the host.

The host smiled kindly, clasped his hands together and saluted, "All right, come and meet Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang."

As soon as Yiyi entered the door, he saw three people surrounded by them, a middle-aged couple, and a teenager who was about his age.

At first glance, the lady was extremely rich and well-maintained. She looked only in her early thirties, and on her white and wealthy wrists, she was wearing a pair of top-quality peach blossom spring jadeite bracelets.

The kind that is priceless, something that money can't buy... It is really rich, and his fat nephew didn't miss it.

Seeing him standing blankly without speaking, Mrs. Jiang frowned lightly, her almond eyes were filled with worry, and she was a little unhappy, "Why don't you greet people when you see them."

The presiding officer clasped his hands together and smiled compassionately, "A young lawyer who practices closed mouth meditation, if he fails to do closed mouth meditation for a day, he will not be able to speak for a day."

With a smile on his face, MMP in his heart.

I just ran out of saliva, did you not listen to anything?

Madam Jiang felt dissatisfied, and retorted in a low voice, "I know how to play tricks to deceive people."

It's also strange to talk about things like eyes. She looked at the little monk in front of her, knowing that he was her own son, but she couldn't like it anyway.

Danfeng has slender eyes, red and thin lips, people with thin lips are said to be fickle, and her complexion is too fair, she looks deserted, and she doesn't want to call people when she sees her.

In the future, I will definitely not be familiar with her, and I will not get close to her. How can it compare to her softness, docile, sensible, and caring, and I don't like her when I look at it.

But thinking that he is her own, suppress those dissatisfaction.

He coughed lightly with a dignified posture, "This is Ruan Ruan, let me make it clear to you first, Ruan Ruan will not leave after you return to Jiang's house, and you will be brothers from now on.

You have to call Brother Ruanruan and get along well with him. Ruanruan has been in poor health since he was a child, and his temper is also very weak. You are not allowed to bully him, you understand. "

The host and the fat monk looked at each other and looked at each other.

Something's wrong with the situation. As far as your attitude is concerned, you'll be the same as Jiang Ruan.

Who is the real son and who is wrong? !

Yiyi glanced at the young man beside her, and the young man also looked at him.

The two just glanced at each other, and Jiang Ruan's eye circles were soaked red, moist and red, it looked so pitiful.

Always, "..."

Does he look scary, doesn't he!

The whole Tuyuan Mountain knew that he was most sympathetic with the Buddha.

No matter how you look at someone who has a beautiful face with Buddha's light, it won't scare people, right.

But this young master Jiang is really in poor health, not a disease, but a yin qi.