Master Shouqing Temple retracted his hand, felt the pulse of Qian's left hand again, and asked, "Have you changed the dressing?"

"No," Mr. Qian flatly denied, saying: "I have been taking the usual medicine. Master, do you think it is because I serve Laojun devoutly, so Laojun gave me a reward? Anyway, I feel much better. Dreaming

At that time, I felt that the kind-faced immortal old man looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. But when I went up the mountain today and saw the statue of Laojun again, I recognized it at a glance. They almost looked exactly the same." Fastest update PC: https:

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Master Shouqing Temple couldn't help but be dumbfounded. In terms of piety, could she be more pious than him?

But he didn’t dream about Laojun either?

He has seen many such believers, and many people even said that they dreamed of the God of Wealth, which was exactly the same as the statue of the God of Wealth in the temple.

But those people did not get a windfall, and Qian's condition really got stronger.

The master of Shouqing Temple meditates.

His medical skills are just like those of the old doctors at the foot of the mountain. They are just mediocre. I am afraid that even the imperial doctors in the capital would not dare to say how great he is. After all, the human body is a mysterious place.

Maybe it’s really a blessing from the gods?

Master Shouqing met three pairs of bright eyes as soon as he raised his head. Qian hoped that he would recognize him. Zhou Lang was simply curious whether his mother was really blessed by the gods and was in good health?

Man Bao, on the other hand, thought this was very interesting and wanted to hear what Master Shou Qing Guan Guan would say.

Master Shouqing Temple opened his mouth and showed a warm smile, "Congratulations to layman Qian for receiving God's care. Your health has indeed improved."

Both Qian and Zhou Lang's eyes shone with surprise.

Zhou Lang couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Master, are you telling the truth? My mother is healed?"

The master of Shouqing Temple touched his beard and smiled and said: "Of course, this is the best reward that Laojun gives to your mother. Only the most devout believers can have such benefits. It is also the fate between your mother and Laojun."

Zhou Lang nodded fiercely and said in a loud voice: "Master, don't worry. From now on, all of our family will serve Master Tianzun and kneel down to worship Master Tianzun with three sticks of incense every day."

Mr. Qian:...Doesn’t this silly boy want money for sex?

But when she lowered her head and saw Man Bao, Qian hesitated again. Maybe it was really the Lord God who was blessing her?

Infinite Heavenly Lord, sin, sin, sin...

Qian then picked up the basket at her feet and pushed it to Master Shouqing, and said piously: "Master, the portrait of Laojun at home is a bit old. I would like to take another one back."

"It's easy to say. It just so happens that a portrait was consecrated in the temple 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 to add merit to you."

Mr. Qian agreed.

Master Shouqing glanced at the young Taoist priest Dao He who immediately stepped forward with a smile on his face and lifted the basket to the kitchen.

Master Shouqing Guan led Qian to the front to pay homage to the Supreme Lord. By the way, oh, no, he solemnly handed the portrait to her.

Man Bao had long been accustomed to this form and didn't want to go, so he lagged a step behind, turned around, and slipped into the kitchen following Dao He.

Dao He carefully took out the eggs and put them away, then poured the rice into the rice vat, handed the basket to Man Bao, 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 left."

"Yes, our Taoist temple was also hit by a disaster this year," Dao He, who was very familiar with Man Bao, directly held up his hands and sat on the stove with his legs swaying to talk to her, "and the believers were also seriously affected by the disaster.

Everyone who goes up the mountain to worship Master Tian no longer likes to bring food."

"Then what did they bring?"

"Most of them are empty-handed, some bring some vegetables, and some bring some black steamed buns." Dao He sighed: "Our Taoist temple has also grown a lot of vegetables, and we can't finish the food we brought. Master and the others have been putting them together recently.

Those vegetables were torn apart and dried, and I plan to make them into dried vegetables and pickled vegetables for winter consumption."

"Don't you grow winter wheat?"

"I've planted it, but Master said I don't know what the harvest will be like next year. If it's not good, Master Shoucai and Master Shoushi will go down the mountain to do the tour."

Man Bao felt a little disappointed, "I'm still thinking about eating the dumplings they make at the temple fair next year."

Traveling down the mountain is one of the ways for Taoist temples to avoid natural and man-made disasters. When a Taoist temple cannot support so many people, some Taoist priests will go out to travel.

On the way, they would perform rituals, tell fortunes, explore Feng Shui, and treat diseases in exchange for money to survive. When the natural disaster or man-made disaster passed, they would return to the Taoist temple.

There are only six people in their Taoist temple, Daohe and Daoxu are young, the temple leader cannot go out, and Shoufang is not good at studying, so the last ones to go out are Shoucai and Shoushi.

Manbao carried the basket and Daohe and went to the front hall with his head hanging down. He saw Qian taking the portrait of Laojun from the hands of the master of Shouqing Temple devoutly.

Dao He said sincerely: "It would be great if your mother could go up the mountain every day."

"No," Man Bao, who was originally worried about him, immediately said, "I can worship Master Tianzun at home."

Every time my mother goes up the mountain, she has to give some rice and eggs. She has very few things at home, okay?

"But we must not be worshiping devoutly in the temple," Dao He said with a serious face, "We must serve the Lord Tianzun devoutly."

"We are pious, from body to heart." Man Bao looked serious, and then said: "If you don't believe me, watch me kowtow to Master Tianzun."

After saying that, he put down the basket, walked to the futon and knelt down. Looking at the tall portrait of the Supreme Lord in front of him, Manbao bowed respectfully and kowtowed three times in a row.

Mrs. Qian was happy, and Master Shouqing Temple was also very happy. He said hello three times in a row, then personally lifted Manbao up, touched her little head and said, "Infinite Heavenly Lord, the Supreme Lord will bless you."

Man Bao nodded fiercely and looked at Dao He proudly.

Dao He looked at his master with hatred.

Zhou Lang felt that Master Tianzun was very useful, so before leaving, he kowtowed three times and asked Master Tianzun to bless his wife's safe delivery and the safety of mother and child.

The mother and son all went down the mountain happily, extremely satisfied.

Especially Qian, the uneasiness that had been lingering in her heart since yesterday afternoon all dissipated. She pulled Manbao tightly and whispered: "When you get back, you will pay homage to Master Tianzun, you know? You are his subordinate."

Fairies are descended from the mortal world and have experienced many tribulations. They are somewhat affectionate. Please ask him to bless you and everything will go well in the mortal world."

Man Bao opened his mouth wide, "Mom, when did I become a fairy?"

Zhou Lang was also confused. Why did Yaomei become a fairy in a blink of an eye?

"Of course you are a fairy," Mrs. Qian affirmed: "Didn't you listen to what Master Shouqing said, I was cured by the blessing of Master Tianzun, but why did Master Tianzun care for me? I was about to be seduced away by the gods before.
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