Sun's brain was full of energy, and after making a lot of ideas for the He family, the conversation turned to Xiao An: "In this way, the burden on our Xiao An's shoulders is lightened, at least we don't have to feed four mouths by one person, for example

I have to save the money in the future to marry a wife and live on."

"Mom, how come you can do anything to get a wife? I really don't know how to do that.

I've thought about it!" Xiao An muttered.

Mrs. Sun was so angry that she rushed over and patted Xiao An's arm gently, "What are you talking about!"

Yang Ruoqing even covered her mouth and smiled, "Xiao An, yesterday I accompanied my mother to the temple, and the first lot my mother drew was your marriage lot."

Xiao An grinned: "It must mean that I want to be a bachelor for the rest of my life, right?"

Mrs. Sun raised her hand and almost hit him again: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Yang Ruoqing pulled off the purse from her waist, pulled out a red paper rolled into thin strips and stuffed it into Xiao An's hand.

"See for yourself, this is your marriage lot, and it contains good luck!"

Xiao An bared his teeth, but couldn't help but curiously opened the small piece of paper.

His name was written in the corner of the note in his sister's font. Apparently he was afraid of being confused with other family members' signatures, so he put it in the standard.

Xiao An read aloud: "Double mandarin ducks are painted on the heads of hundreds of flowers, and the couple has a harmonious and long-lasting relationship. For several years, no one has called the empty seat. Today, new flowers are sprouting. Thousands of miles away, we are destined to meet again, and we also meet in foreign lands."

"My dear, this signature... is very elegant. It seems that the person who drafted the signature is either a scholar or at least a talented scholar, hahaha..."

Xiao An grinned stupidly after reading it. He was not interested in anything related to text.

If you put a few swords in front of him, you really won't be able to put them down!

Sun was so angry that she pinched him again, "You bastard, this is your marriage sign, why don't you keep it properly? What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Mom, I'm happy if you ask me to put away my weapons, but if you're hungry, you can't eat them, and if you're thirsty, you can't drink them, so I won't let them go!"

"This is your marriage sign, something related to your lifelong marriage..."

"Oh, it's just a piece of scrap paper. The storyteller under the overpass can write you a bunch of good things."

"You kid, are you trying to make me angry to death?"

"Xiao An, for your signature, my mother is so scrupulous, but she gritted her teeth and added two taels of sesame oil money!" Yang Ruoqing smiled and winked.

Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, softened her tone, and stuffed the marriage sign into Xiao An's waist.

His fingers touched a slight bulge under Xiao An's clothes, "Hey, what is this?"

Like a purse?

Didn't this kid never wear a purse before?

Sun was puzzled and wanted to take out more, but Xiao An dodged it.

"Mom, please don't take it out. That's my sweat towel and handkerchief. I don't know how much sweat I have to sweat and how many sets of clothes I have soaked in every day of training. Give me that thing and I guarantee that it will be done with your front feet when you step out of this gate."

leave!"

He didn't dare to let his mother take out that purse.

Those were given by sister Lian'er before. At that time, he had one and He Qingsong had one.

It's usually useful to decorate with broken pieces of silver, but he doesn't really like the colors on it and always feels it's not suitable for a pure man like him, so he usually stuffs them inside his clothes.

Although he himself has a clear conscience, if his wife takes out the wallet, he will have to ask and explain it. For a man who is not married and a woman who is not married, some things will become more confusing and darker the more they are explained.

As a rough old man, I have nothing to fear, but it will have a bad influence on sister Lian'er, so it's better not to say anything.

"Mom, since that's the case, you should help Xiao An keep the signature first. The same goes for you." Yang Ruoqing also hurriedly spoke to help her brother.

…

On the grassland.

The herdsmen sat around the tall Mani piles, followed the Master Qi Ku, and recited scriptures devoutly.

They didn't understand the meaning of the scriptures. They just followed the words Master Qiku said.

But at this moment, except for a few believers, the rest began to truly believe.

They saw two wolf packs fighting. As they watched, the black wolf pack and the gray wolf pack started an extremely cruel war.

Finally, the gray wolves retreated.

It’s not that the gray wolves cannot defeat the black wolves. In terms of strength, the two wolf packs are almost the same, but the black wolves are fierce and fearless of death, while the gray wolves are more like traditional wolves and cannot bear too much loss.

So I chose to retreat.

On the grassland, the reason why wolves stay in packs is because they have been living in groups for thousands of years. If you want to survive well on the grassland, with the size of the wolf, you may not be able to kill a cow alone, so you live in groups and hunt.

The wolf pack cannot afford to lose too many mature wolves, which will bring a great crisis to the group.

But the black wolves are different. In the battle, they would rather die together than retreat.

The key point in this is the miraculous divine wolf in the Black Wolf King.

It was his leadership that brought about earth-shaking changes in the wolf pack.

After the two wolf packs left, Master Qiku slowly stood up.

The time to pray finally came, and he finally achieved his goal.

…

In the evening, Master Qiku returned to the tent.

Although this is the temporary residence of Master Qiku and Zoya, there are items sent by nearby herdsmen and gifts from King Hulan, so the tents are equipped with relatively good tools.

Master Qi Ku finally put an end to his bumpy and wandering life and lived a life of having a bed to sleep on and enough to eat.

Master Qi Ku sat cross-legged on a futon, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, turning them gently while reciting scriptures in his mouth.

During this period of time on the grassland, not only did he not waste his scriptures, but he also gained a deeper understanding of the original scriptures.

"Master, there is someone who wants to learn from me."

Zoya opened the curtain and walked in from outside.

"Who?" Master Qiku stopped chanting sutras and asked.

"It seems that he came from Hulan City. Judging from his clothes, he must be quite wealthy..." Zoya said.

"What did you bring?" Master Qiku asked again.

"I took some silver, probably a few dozen taels..." Zoya explained: "People are still waiting outside, how should I get back?"

"Send him off, just say that the poor monk will go to Hulan City. If there is a chance, he will accept a disciple." Master Qiku said calmly.

"If you are so stingy, you will definitely miss it." Zoya's lips curled up.

"The Dharma should not be taught lightly. You understand the rules of the poor monk. From now on, you will follow the rules without asking." Master Qi Ku said.

"I understand, Master, you can recite sutras with peace of mind and leave the other matters to me."

Zoya nodded.

Currently, she is the only one who knows the rules of Master Qiku.

Teaching the scriptures is a very serious matter, and the Dharma should not be taught lightly. Things that are too easy to obtain will not be cherished by others.
Chapter completed!