The Lord Shouqing withdrew his hand, felt the pulse on Qian's left hand again, and asked, "Have you changed your medicine?"
"No," Qian categorically denied, and said, "I have been taking the usual medicine. Temple Master, tell me, is it because I serve Laojun devoutly that Laojun gave me a reward? Anyway, I feel much better. Dreaming At that time, I only thought that the kind-eyed and kind-eyed old man looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was, but today when I went up the mountain and saw the statue of Laojun, I recognized them at a glance, they almost looked exactly the same."
The Lord Shouqing couldn't help but be dumbfounded. If it comes to piety, could she be more piety than herself
But he didn't dream of Laojun either
He has seen this kind of believers a lot, and many people even said that they dreamed of the God of Wealth, which is exactly the same as the statue of the God of Wealth in the temple.
But those people didn't get a windfall, and Qian Shi really got stronger from his sickness.
The Lord of Shouqing meditates.
His medical skills are the same as those of the old doctor at the foot of the mountain, they are all average, I am afraid that even the imperial doctor in the capital would not dare to say how good he is, after all, the human body is mysterious.
Maybe it's really a blessing from the gods
As soon as the Lord Shouqing raised his head, he met Shang San's piercing eyes. Qian Shi hoped that he would agree with him. Zhou Zhou Lang was simply curious whether his mother was really blessed by the gods and recovered.
But Man Bao thought it was very interesting, and wanted to hear what the Lord Shouqing would say.
The Shouqing temple master cracked his lips and showed a warm smile, "Congratulations to Layman Qian for being blessed by heaven, your health is indeed recovering."
Both Qian Shi and Zhou Zhoulang's eyes burst out with surprise.
Zhou Zhoulang couldn't help shouting excitedly: "My lord, is what you said true? My mother is alright?"
The Lord Shouqing touched his beard and smiled, "Naturally, this is the best gift Laojun gave your mother, and only the most devout believers can have such benefits. It is also the fate between your mother and Laojun."
Zhou Zhoulang nodded fiercely, and said in a loud voice: "My lord, don't worry, from now on, our family will all serve the Lord Tianzun, and we will kneel down to worship the Lord Tianzun three times a day."
Qian Shi: ... This silly boy, does Xiang not want money
But when he looked down and saw Man Bao, Qian hesitated again, maybe it was really the Lord Tianzun who was blessing him
Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, sin, sin...
Mrs. Qian picked up the basket at her feet and pushed it to the temple master Shouqing, saying reverently: "Monastery master, the portrait of Laojun in my family is a bit old, I would like to take another one back."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it just so happens that Guanli just consecrated a portrait not long ago, please go back later, next time you come to the mountain, remember to bring the old portrait to the temple and burn it, so as to add merit to you."
Qian should go down.
The Lord Shouqing glanced at the little Taoist priest Daohe, who immediately stepped forward with a smile on his face, lifted the basket and went to the kitchen.
The Master of Shouqing Temple led Qian to the front to pay homage to the Supreme Lord. By the way, oh no, he solemnly handed over the portrait to her.
Man Bao was used to this form, and didn't really want to go, so he took a step behind, turned around, and slipped into the kitchen behind Daohe.
Daohe carefully took out the eggs and put them away, then poured the rice into the rice jar, handed the basket to Manbao, and asked, "Do you want me to help you get it to the front?"
Man Bao shook his head, glanced at their rice vat, and said, "You don't have much rice."
"Yeah, our Taoist temple was also hit by a disaster this year," Daohe and Man Bao knew each other very well, so he propped up his hands, sat on the stove and talked to her with his legs dangling, "and the believers were also hit hard by the disaster. Everyone doesn’t like to bring food when they go up the mountain to worship the Lord Tianzun.”
"Then what did they bring?"
"Most of them are empty-handed, some bring a la carte, and some bring some black steamed buns." Daohe sighed and said, "Our Taoist temple also grows a lot of vegetables, and we can't finish eating too much. Those vegetables were torn apart and dried in the sun, and they were going to be dried and pickled to eat in winter.”
"Don't you grow winter wheat?"
"It has been planted, but the master said that the next year's harvest is not good. If it is not good, Uncle Shoucai and Uncle Shoushi will go down the mountain to do wandering."
Man Bao was a little disappointed, "I still want to eat the dumplings they made at the temple fair next year."
Going down the mountain to do tours is one of the ways for Taoist temples to avoid natural and man-made disasters. When one Taoist temple is not enough to support so many people, some Taoist priests must go out to travel.
On the way, they will perform errands, tell fortunes, explore Fengshui, and treat diseases in exchange for money to survive. When the natural or man-made disasters pass, they will return to the Taoist temple.
There are only six people in their Taoist temple, Daohe and Daoxu are young, the master of the temple cannot go out, and the defenders are not good at learning skills, so the last ones who go out can only be those who are talented and honest.
Man Bao carried the basket and went to the front hall with Daohe bowed his head, and saw Qian was taking the portrait of Laojun from the Master Shouqing Temple devoutly.
Daohe said sincerely: "It would be great if your mother could go up the mountain every day."
"No," Man Bao, who was still worried about him, immediately said, "You can also pray to Lord Tianzun at home."
Every time my mother goes up the mountain, she will send some rice and eggs, and her family has very few things, okay
"But there must be no pious worship in the temple," Daohe said with a serious face, "We must serve the Lord Tianzun piously."
"We are pious, pious from body to heart." Man Bao looked serious, and then said: "If you don't believe me, watch me kowtow to Lord Tianzun."
After finishing speaking, he put down the basket, went to the futon and knelt down, looking at the tall portrait of Taishang Laojun in front of him, Man Bao bowed respectfully, and kowtowed three times in a row.
Mrs. Qian was happy, and so was Shouqing Temple Master. He said three good days in a row, then helped Man Bao up with his own hands, stroked her little head and said, "Wuliang Tianzun, the Supreme Lord will protect you."
Man Bao nodded fiercely, and looked at Daohe proudly.
Daohe looked at his master bitterly.
Zhou Zhoulang felt that Master Tianzun was very useful, so before leaving, he kowtowed three times, begging Master Tianzun to bless his daughter-in-law to give birth safely, and mother and child to be safe.
The mother and son all went down the mountain happily, very satisfied.
Especially Qian Shi, the uneasiness that had haunted her heart since yesterday afternoon all dissipated at this moment, she held Man Bao tightly and said in a low voice: "When you get back, you will pay homage to Tianzun, do you know that you are under his seat?" Fairy, who came down from the mortal world and has some affection, please bless you to be well in the mortal world."
Man Bao opened his mouth wide, "Mom, when did I become a fairy?"
Zhou Zhoulang was also very confused, why did my sister become a fairy in the blink of an eye
"Of course you are a fairy," Qian said affirmatively, "Didn't you listen to the Master Shouqing? I was cured because of the blessing of the Heavenly Lord, but why did the Heavenly Lord take care of me? I was going to be taken away by the gods before." It’s gone, but Master Tianzun has appeared.”