Men's Petite Wife: Lord, Madam ran away again

Chapter 89

Seeing this, Ji's mother slowly calmed down.

Indeed, as the lady said, it wasn't the Ji family who did the wrong thing, so there's no need for her to panic!
Now, I'm afraid that the family in front is the most aggrieved!
Ji Mu's face finally returned to the usual kind and peaceful smile. She walked forward with Ji Wanyi on her arm, nodding and smiling at everyone, and when she met poor-looking families, she would ask the servants around her to distribute charitable silver Compared with Mrs. Su who looked like a dead parent with a cold face, she was many times more dignified and kind.

The gap is too obvious, but anyone who knows about the Su family and the Ji family can't help but mutter quietly.

The voices of the people around were very low, and Mrs. Su and Su Ningxin, who were surrounded by a group of servants, couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

But this does not prevent the mother and daughter of the Su family from thinking about it.

Looking at the mouth that opened and closed, they felt as if someone was casting a spell, disturbing their peace.

"Hurry up!" Madam Su urged, frowning deeply.

It was as if someone from the Su family was chasing after them.

As for the Ji family, because they chatted with the pilgrims around them from time to time, or gave some money, their speed was not fast.

By the time Ji Wanyi, Ji Mu and others entered the main hall of the temple, there were no more people in the Su family.

Hiding pretty fast!
Ji Wanyi and Ji Mu looked at each other and smiled.

"Amitabha—" A benevolent, white and plump monk walked over with his hands clasped together. "The two benefactors, the poor monk is being polite here."

Ji Wanyi's mouth twitched, and she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

There is no other reason. What the monk said reminded her of a story she read in a storybook some time ago.

In the story, in order to get close to the daughter of a high-ranking official, the poor and scheming scholar pretended to be a monk and followed the lady to the temple. The first sentence he struck up a conversation with was this sentence: "The poor monk is polite."

Naturally, Ji Mu didn't read it, and hurriedly returned the salute to the monk.

Ji Wanyi didn't want to make it too obvious, so she returned the gift.

"I don't know what advice you have, Master?" Ji Mu asked.

"The poor monk looked from afar just now, and he seemed to see a strong aura of nobility, so he came here to take a look." The monk smiled.

When Ji's mother heard it, she quickly asked, "Oh? Master, can you find out where the nobility comes from?"

"It turned out to be from the two benefactors. Both of them are blessed people. Amitabha—"

The monk said the Buddha's name again.

"Really? That's really great! Thank you Master for your kind words. Believers must donate more incense money to Guibao Temple!" Ji's mother was very popular.

"Thank you, benefactor." The monk bowed slightly and saluted.

Ji Wanyi smiled and stopped talking.

No matter how she looked at it, she felt... This monk came here to make money!
With so many pilgrims coming and going, she and Ji's mother's clothes are not the most luxurious, such things as extravagance... Fortunately, he has the nerve to say it!

I'm afraid that what the monk saw was not the smoke that came out after the incense was lit, right?
The monk smiled and left.

Ji Wanyi pulled Ji's mother into a corner and asked in a low voice, "Auntie, how much are you going to donate?"

Mother Ji tentatively asked: "How about donating 100 taels?"

Ji's family has their own property, and the 100 taels of sesame oil money can still be used.

But in a place like Xijiao County, although 100 taels of sesame oil is not very high, it is still a lot.

Even if you really want to donate money, it should be someone who wants to donate money. Ji Wanyi brought Ji's mother here today...just for a vegetarian meal.

100 taels of vegetarian food...who can stand it?

"Auntie, isn't it a bit too much?" Ji Wanyi looked around while talking, preventing monks and the like from approaching and overhearing their conversation.

Ji's mother said: "It seems to be a little bit, but... the master said, we are lucky, and it doesn't hurt to donate a little more."

Although Ji's mother is not the kind of strong and shrewd person on weekdays, she is not stupid. The whole Ji's family is well-organized by her. It stands to reason that she shouldn't be fooled by a monk with a few words and a few words that don't distract her heart at all. That's right.

What's the matter today?
"Auntie, it's not like the extravagance comes from cooking in the kitchen. How can you see it?" Seeing another monk walking towards other pilgrims, Ji Wanyi thought for a while and said, "Let's wait a little longer, see See what other monks have to say!"

What Ji Wanyi said was actually not unreasonable.

Although Ji Mu believed in gods, she did not believe without a bottom line.

She nodded, pretending to worship other Buddha statues in the hall, and walked towards a nearby monk who was talking to pilgrims.

I just heard the monk say: "This benefactor is a blessed person with profound blessings, but..."

"Just what?" Pilgrim asked quickly.

"It's just that there will probably be minor disasters and illnesses. If they can't be resolved, I'm afraid I will suffer a lot." The monk was indifferent.It seemed that he was only responsible for mentioning a few points, and other things had nothing to do with him.

"Then how can we resolve it?" Pilgrim was anxious.

"My Buddha is merciful. I also hope that the donor will worship the Buddha devoutly. Sincerity will lead to spirituality. The Buddha will help the donor."

"Sincerity leads to spirit... yes, yes, master, I want to donate some sesame oil money, I wonder if it will be useful?"

The monk frowned slightly: "Amitabha, it is naturally useful for the donor to be kind and generous. However, the donor must be sincere. Otherwise, even if you donate, it may not be effective."

Ji Wanyi quietly took Jimu's arm, with a teasing look on her face.

Ji's mother took a look at Ji Wanyi, her heart was complicated.

She is not a fool, so she can naturally see some problems.

Ji Mu and Ji Wanyi went to worship in front of other Buddha statues... Overheard by the way.

Then I found that these monks who came and went, only when they met pilgrims who looked like rich people, would they talk about invisible nobleness or disasters, and persuade them to find ways to resolve them.

When facing those common people who are dressed in ordinary clothes and have nothing to gain, although they still have a kind face, they only answer one question after asking. As for the blessings and nobles, they don't mention it at all!

Ji's mother really believed Ji Wanyi's words now.

"Let's go to the backyard?" Ji's mother suggested.

Knowing what the monks in the front hall were up to, Ji Mu put her mind to rest and told the maid beside her, "You take five taels of silver and send it to make sesame oil money."

"Mother, wait." Ji Wanyi stopped the maid next to Ji's mother.

"Let's come all the way. We haven't eaten yet. It's not too late to give it when we eat!"

Ji's mother looked at Ji Wanyi and opened her mouth, feeling more complicated.

(End of this chapter)