The next day, before dawn, Yang called Wang Ping'an early and took him to Baota Temple. If something else was the case, Yang would definitely not be willing to call his son so early, but worshiping Buddha requires sincerity, especially for major events like fulfilling the vow, you must be respectful. It is not possible to sleep in before fulfilling the vow.

Wang Ping'an asked Yang why he didn't eat breakfast before going on the road and went hungry. It seemed that there was no need for this. After hearing this, Yang smiled and told Wang Ping'an that their Wang family was a big pilgrimage. If he went to fulfill his wish, the abbot in the temple would have someone to make vegetarian food for them, and it would be fine if he had breakfast late.

After getting on the carriage, Yang took Wang Ping'an and the little girl Ding Danruo to go to Baota Temple together.

Xuzhou Baota Temple is located on the edge of the dense forest northwest of Xuzhou City. It was built not long ago, but it has only been a few decades. According to legend, during the Sui Dynasty, there were wars everywhere. A monk came from Chang'an Lingyan Temple. When the monk came to Xuzhou, he saw that the people were living in a difficult life and were mourning, he made a great wish to lead the people to clean up the battlefield, bury their bodies, and live in the forest to save the dead. After peace, the people were grateful for the kindness of the monks, so they built a temple in the place where he built a hut and built a pagoda in the temple to recite the monks. By this time, the presidency in the temple had been passed down for three generations.

Wuli Village is not far from Baota Temple, and the carriages and horses are moving slowly. It took half an hour to arrive. As soon as dawn broke out, the temple gate was already open. Yesterday, Yang sent someone to inform the temple, so the monk guarded the door early in the morning, waiting for the big pilgrims to come to the door.

At the entrance of the temple, Wang Ping'an got off the carriage and met three red lacquer mountain doors, brass rings, red walls and yellow tiles. It was really a big temple. He helped Yang get off the carriage. The monk from the guest hurriedly came forward, put his palms on his hands, chanting Amitabha Buddha loudly, and welcoming Yang.

Wang Ping'an and Yang entered the pagoda temple and burned incense to worship Buddha. Yang whispered a word, thanking Buddha Baoyou. Wang Ping'an knelt aside with his mother and looked around at the main hall. He saw that the Buddha statues in the hall were full of gilded and dazzling, and he thought to himself: "This temple is so rich. If you don't say anything else, just wrapping all such a large Buddha statue with gold, I'm afraid you will get one or two hundred kilograms of gold!"

Yang had been reciting the Buddha for a long time before he got up. The monk from Zhigu invited her to the Vow Pool, which was in front of a large copper jar, and asked Yang to donate money for incense and oil. Yang took off a string of pearls from his wrist and threw them into the jar.

The monk from Zhigu was very happy. These strings of pearls were as big as a little finger, and they were worth more than a hundred guan. This was a lot of money for incense and oil! The monk from Zhigu gave a deep gift and said, "Amitabha, the little monk thanked Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang came early. I wonder if he had used it too early. If you don't dislike me, please go to the back hall and wait for the monk to offer a vegetarian vegetarian food to fill his hunger!"

Wang Ping'an was happy and thought to himself: "Hey, I really care about the food! Okay, I have to see what the Tang Dynasty vegetarian food is like!"

Yang waved his hand and said, "How can you eat before you add sesame oil? That's disrespectful to the Buddha!"

The monk's face was even more joyful and said to himself: "There are quite a lot of beads. Could it be that if you want to add another hundred coins? That's great!"

Yang said: "That string of beads was the sesame oil that I helped my son get sick last time, but the Buddha protected me more, and actually made my son a little genius doctor. I am not afraid of being sick anymore in the future. So I add another thousand guan to the Buddha and ask him to protect me more in the future. It is best to be a Jinshi!"

The monk from Zhijia gasped, surprised and happy. One thousand guan of indulgence and oil costs were not a small amount, it was enough to build another hall! He hurriedly said, "Thank you, Mr. Yang, you are sincere in paying respects to the Buddha, and the Buddha will bless you repeatedly!" After that, he invited Yang and Wang Ping'an into the back hall, and he hurriedly left.

The back hall is elegant and elegant. The short-legged table, yellow satin cushions, and the tea sets on the table are neat. It seems that they are specially used by Baota Temple to entertain pilgrims.

Wang Ping'an sat cross-legged on the mat and said, "Mom, the monks in this temple are very enthusiastic. I believe there are many pilgrims who give alms on weekdays, and they are already used to entertaining."

Yang said proudly: "Although there are many pilgrims, there may not be many who add a thousand guan of incense and oil. My son waited, and the presidency in the temple would come soon!"

Without waiting, before she could finish her voice, she heard a burst of rapid footsteps outside. She only slowed down slightly when she arrived at the door. With the Buddha's name, a fat monk in his forties appeared at the door. Before the fat monk entered the door, he came in politely, and said, "Oh, it turns out that it was Mr. Yang who came to this temple. I am sorry for my crimes and forgive me!" As he said, he walked in with a smile on his face.

Yang did not stand up, but nodded slightly and said, "Son, this is Zen Master Huide, the host of the temple. Please greet him quickly!"

Wang Ping'an raised his thumbs at his mother and praised her for her clever tricks. The host came indeed. Yang was very proud. As the saying goes, money can make ghosts push the mills, and even ghosts can be used to make them move, let alone a mere host.

Wang Ping'an stood up, bowed to Huide, and said nothing.

He said nothing, but Huide said a lot, so he had to come up and looked at Wang Ping'an up and down, and suddenly said, "Ah, the donor Wang is full of heaven and the earth is round. Look at this face, the Wenquxing in the sky, and his talent is full of talent!"

He turned to Yang and said, "Donor Yang, please listen to my advice and send Mr. Wang to Beijing quickly. I will be able to serve the imperial court as soon as possible. As soon as Mr. Wang becomes an official, the people will be blessed! The sooner Mr. Wang is in high school, the sooner the people will receive his favor. This is a great act of kindness. Amitabha, Mr. Wang is petitioning for the people of the world!"

Wang Ping'an laughed loudly. This monk is really good at speaking. The flattery is too loud, and it is a bit deafening!

Although Huide flattered him so much, it was Yang's favorite thing to hear. She likes others to praise his son the best! Yang nodded and said, "Here the good words of the host, the host, will come to the temple again when my son is in high school in the future and add more sesame oil to ensure that my Buddha's eternal lamp will never be turned off!"

Huide thanked him so much, and flattered him like a tide. He made everyone feel comfortable and comfortable in the Wang family. Soon after, the vegetarian food was served, Huide personally accompanied him, adding food and receiving food, and was very attentive.

During the meal, Yang talked about Wang Ping'an's ability to prescribe medicine. She told her relatives and friends this glorious deeds dozens of times. Every time she said it, it was a little more perfect. Now she said it, it was really legendary and wonderful!

Huide smiled from beginning to end, nodded frequently, and occasionally made a few words to praise Wang Ping'an. Wang Ping'an was quite embarrassed to listen to it. What's going on? It's too much to blew!

Hui Dedao: "It seems that Donor Wang got a medical book that specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases... Well, I got it with the blessing of the Buddha. I wonder if I can borrow a view from the view of me. To be honest, when my Baota Temple was first built, it aimed at treating the people. Therefore, there are many medical books in the temple, but they are all too ordinary, and some difficult and complicated diseases cannot be cured, so the people are suffering. I wonder if Donor Wang can borrow the medical book from the temple to copy it, which will also benefit the people in Xuzhou?"

Wang Ping'an said, thinking: "It seems that this monk is not blindly flattering, he is a little kind-hearted and wants to treat the people. Well, that's right, if he really does business, he will never be the presidency of this temple."

He shook his head and said, "I can't find the medical book, but I remember some of the contents in it. If you tell me about any difficult and complicated diseases in Rushi Temple, I may help you with reference and diagnose it, but I can't guarantee whether it is useful!"

Huide did not force medical books. After hearing that Wang Ping'an was willing to help with the diagnosis, he said: "A few days ago, a junior brother visited Lingyan Temple in Chang'an, the capital. The source of my Baota Temple and Lingyan Temple have the same roots. I want to entertain my life, but my junior brother occasionally suffers from wind and cold. There is no need to seek medical treatment for this kind of minor illness, but the temple can be cured..."

When Wang Ping'an heard this, he understood that it must have been uncured. It may be a cold. Although a cold is a minor illness, it can cause many serious illnesses. Don't underestimate the cold! He said: "There are many kinds of wind and cold. I wonder which one is your junior brother?"

Huide thought for a while and said, "I don't know much about medical skills, I only know how to take medicine according to the prescription. Judging from my junior brother Huide's appearance, the cold and heat are uncertain, a bit... it looks like malaria, but after taking the medicine, the condition did not improve, but my ears became deaf and I couldn't hear any sound!"

Yang clapped his hands and said, "That's the wrong medicine!"

Attachment: Angelica wolfberry tea (blood-enriching medicinal diet)

Raw materials: 3g angelica, 9g wolfberry, 9g red dates.

Method: Put angelica, yeast and red dates into a pot, pour 500ml of water, and cook for 10 minutes.
Chapter completed!