After hanging up the phone, Zhao Baolin breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
There is a custom in Northeast China that the earlier the better. In addition, Han Xiaoran's home is quite far away from Hongtang Village, and it takes an hour or two to get there. In addition, there are various obstacles and customs when picking up the bride. If I really want to get back in time, I have to get up early.
Therefore, Zhao Baolin and his son Zhao Yuhe set off with the convoy at around two o'clock in the morning. Fang Zheng did not follow, but waited at home.
At about seven o'clock in the morning, the motorcade came back. Zhao Baolin got out of the car first. He burst into laughter as soon as he got off the car and shouted: "We're back!"
Everyone congratulated him upon hearing this, and Zhao Baolin thanked him repeatedly.
The car stopped over there, and Zhao Yuhe took Han Xiaoran out of the car. He walked into the house amid the sound of blessings, and then carefully placed Han Xiaoran on the kang.
Everyone rushed in and looked at the bride.
Fang Zheng stood at the door, looking at Han Xiaoran's relatives with a smile.
Han Xiaoran's relatives didn't know why. Every time they passed by the door and saw the way the monk looked at them, they always felt uncomfortable, as if his clothes had been seen through. As a result, gradually no one hung around in front of Fang Zheng.
When everyone dispersed, Fang Zheng came to Zhao Baolin and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the donor."
"Thank you, Abbot Fangzheng. By the way, Abbot, do you think you can give our Yuhe and Xiaoran a blessing or something?" Zhao Baolin asked shamelessly.
After hearing this, many people looked over, including Han Xiaoran's father Han Kunyan and mother Zhou Shaoxia. The two of them were not villagers near Yizhi Mountain, and did not know Fang Zheng. They asked curiously: "What is this monk's background? Can he be blessed at such a young age?"
"In-laws, you don't know this. Abbot Fangzheng is the most famous monk in our ten-mile village! If he is willing to bless me, it would be a great honor." Zhao Baolin's brother explained.
Han Kunyan and Zhou Shaoxia were stunned for a moment and said nothing, but their eyes were full of disdain. Han Kunyan even muttered in his heart: "Foolish people in the mountains actually believe in this... blessing? Haha, if this monk really gives a blessing, I’m afraid the sign will be destroyed.”
Thinking of this, both Han Kunyan and Zhou Shaoxia showed a mocking smile.
Zhao Baolin was waiting nervously for Fang Zheng's answer. In his opinion, blessing was just a simple effort. Fang Zheng was usually so easy-going, so he would definitely not be stingy.
However…
Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "Donor, I'm afraid this poor monk won't be able to bless you."
When these words came out, the whole audience was shocked, and they actually refused! Fang Zheng, who has always been easy to talk to, actually rejected Zhao Baolin! This is completely incomprehensible to everyone! However, more people thought that Fang Zheng was showing off, looking down on Zhao Baolin, and not giving him face.
People live with a face, and here, face is especially important. At the wedding of Zhao Baolin's son, Fang Zheng refused to bless Zhao Yuhe. Although it was not a slap in the face, it still made Zhao Baolin, Zhao Yuhe and others angry. Disgraced and disgraced.
Zhao Baolin's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he was even more embarrassed.
Chai Hong, Zhao Baolin's wife, quickly stepped forward and said: "Abbot Fangzheng, you see, you are the most prestigious mage in our ten miles and eight villages, please give me a blessing." Chai Hong's tone was so soft that she almost begged...
Seeing this, everyone felt a little soft-hearted. No one watched the excitement, but looked forward to a blessing from Fang Zheng.
However, what shocked everyone was that Fang Zheng shook his head again: "Amitabha, I'm sorry, donor, a poor monk cannot bestow this blessing."
"This..." Chai Hong was dumbfounded.
"Monk, you don't know how to give blessings, do you?" Meng Huimei didn't know Fang Zheng, so she was naturally not polite. When she saw Chai Hong and Zhao Baolin being left alone, she immediately became unhappy, and Qian Qian sneered.
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Who is Fang Zheng? The abbot of Yizhi Temple, the owner of Hanzhu, and the master of carving! It can be said that the improvement of life in several nearby villages is inseparable from Fangzheng! Going even further, the one-finger temple is extremely effective in praying for a child, and no one will offend Fang Zheng for this. Therefore, everyone is respectful to Fang Zheng. Who would point at his nose and ridicule him so shamelessly? Meng Huimei's words immediately made everyone unhappy!
Meng Huimei didn't care what others thought. She wasn't from around here, so she wasn't afraid of anything. She pointed at Fang Zheng and said, "Monk, honestly speaking, don't you know how to give me a blessing? Otherwise, why would you refuse? Why don't you just give me a blessing?" What's so difficult? Just a few words, let's see what you can do! Eat my brother's things, take my brother's things, and don't even give me a blessing. I've never seen such a stingy person!"
Meng Huimei's mouth was like a machine cannon, blasting Fang Zheng indiscriminately.
Fang Zheng, however, always had a calm face, looking at Zhao Baolin gently, his eyes as calm as water, as deep as the starry sky. Such calmness made Zhao Baolin blush. Finally, Zhao Baolin broke out: "Shut up!"
Meng Huimei was stunned. Who was she trying to shut up? Then I came back to my senses and it seemed like she was the only one talking! He said in confusion: "Brother, I am helping..."
"Don't say anything. Whether Abbot Fangzheng gives a blessing or not is his business. We can't force him to give a blessing. This is not good. Sister, don't say anything..." Zhao Baolin said.
"This..." Meng Huimei didn't expect that Zhao Baolin would say such a thing. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with her, and she came out with the intention of helping Zhao Baolin. Unexpectedly, she didn't get any benefits, and was disappointed. accurate! Very unhappy! Scold Zhao Baolin? Of course not! Scolding a monk? Looking at Zhao Baolin's appearance, it definitely won't work either.
However, Meng Huimei didn't mean to give up. Instead, she sneered: "Monk, monks don't lie. Honestly, don't you know how to give blessings? Otherwise, why don't you give blessings to our Yuhe River?"
It wasn't a curse, but the tone was like a question.
Zhao Baolin was about to scold her to stop talking, but saw Fang Zheng smile slightly, shake his head and say: "The poor monk will give you blessings."
"Then why don't you give us a blessing? Do you dislike us for not giving us money?" Meng Huimei sneered.
Fang Zheng looked into Meng Huimei's eyes with a smile, and those eyes seemed to be shining. At a glance, Meng Huimei felt that her heart had been penetrated by the other party! I suddenly felt a little guilty...
Fang Zheng then said: "The poor monk only blesses those who are destined to be blessed. How can he bless those who are destined to have no destiny?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar!
Many relatives of Zhao Baolin's family stood up.
Although Fang Zheng has a lot of prestige, if he says this in front of someone else's child's wedding, on the wedding day, who can not be angry or angry
Han Xiaoran's family members also stood up, but there was something obviously wrong in their eyes, with a hint of guilty anger!
Zhao Baolin, who had been trying to shut up Meng Huimei, was stunned when he went back to sit. Then he frowned, looked at Fang Zheng very seriously, and said word by word: "Abbot Fang Zheng, we respect you, but today is It’s my son Yuhe’s birthday. Everyone knows that my son has a hard life. He has been unable to speak or listen since he was a child. No girl is willing to marry him. He has been hiding in the corner for more than ten or twenty years, and now he is finally gone. After entering the palace of marriage, I finally stand up..."
(End of chapter)