Zhao Yong originally wanted to go to Ping'an Temple alone, but he found out that Zhao Changqing was about to follow him. Zhao Yong coaxed her, "You stay at home obediently, and when your father comes back, you buy you snacks from Nanxiangyuan. Zhajishu Reading Network, a large number of novels are free to read/download."

Zhao Changqing was very smart, grabbed Zhao Yong's sleeve and refused to let go, saying, "I want to go with my dad. I haven't been out for a long time! If my dad doesn't take me, I will go to my mother's house. Anyway, my sister cried when she saw me, so I won't come out of my mother's house. Seeing her crying, she was hoarse! Didn't Dad say that she loved me the most? I'm going! Dad takes me there!"

Zhao Yong was used to being favored by Zhao Changqing, so he had no choice but to take Zhao Changqing with him and let Liu'er follow him, and then look at Zhao Changqing.

Zhao Changqing and Zhao Yong sat in the car and asked, "Dad, have you gone to the temple to ask, why did the little sister cry when she sees me?"

Zhao Yong asked without answering, "Where did you hear gossip?"

"Where does this sound like this? You should have gone long ago." Zhao Changqing raised his mouth and said, "I really don't know what happened to her. I have never beaten and scolded her. As for crying when I see me? My brother didn't cry, and he also told her to cry endlessly. He was very annoyed! Go and ask the master if she stole my cake in her previous life. Now when I see me, I'm afraid that I will pursue her, so I'm so scared!"

Zhao Yong laughed at her childish words, "Nonsense. My sister is just young, and children are like this. You cried every day when you were a child."

"I don't believe it, my grandmother said I was obedient when I was a child."

Zhao Yong laughed, "Yes, my sister Qing is the most obedient." He was afraid that Zhao Changqing would think too much when he heard it, but he didn't think that it was a child. Such innocence was painful. Zhao Yong said, "In addition to worshiping the Bodhisattva, we will ask the master to name your younger brother and sister."

Zhao Changqing nodded obediently, "Give the best name."

Ping'an Temple is not far away, it will be half an hour.

In the first month of the year, there were no mountains and rivers. Ping'an Temple was neither big nor small, and the incense was very prosperous. This was because there was a master of Xingku in this temple. He heard that he was a monk who had attained enlightenment and was very extraordinary. Therefore, there were endless people who burned incense and petition.

Zhao Yong first took Zhao Changqing to burn incense in the hall, and then he held two taels of silver to go to Master Xingku's Zen temple and asked the master to give advice. This is also the rule of Master Xingku. No matter what you ask, as long as you meet, you must give two taels of silver. Of course, two taels are the lowest price, and there is no cap on it. Although the price is a bit high, Master Xingku is very effective, and everyone still flocks to him. Zhao Yong prepared silver before he came, but-

Before I could reach Master Xingku's Zen Temple, I saw the team that came to ask the master to give advice from him and lined up from Master's Zen Temple to the main courtyard of Ping'an Temple.

Zhao Changqing was startled and said, "Dad, many people are waiting to see Master Xingku!"

Zhao Yong rarely came to the temple and nodded with lingering fear, "Yes." When will this be the time?

Liu'er said the gossip he heard with great enthusiasm, "I heard that Master Xingku is very effective. The family's business is always unhappy. Later, he came to ask the master. The master asked them to start from the atrium in the yard, walk three meters eastward, and walk three meters southward, retreat one foot, move four steps westward, and dig underground. Sure enough, a coffin was dug out, and then sent the coffin to the temple to be salvation as the master ordered, and the family's business was smooth and made a lot of money. The family knew that the master was effective, and later donated a full hundred taels of silver to the temple in one breath."

Zhao Yong gritted his teeth, "Let's go and queue up too."

Zhao Changqing pointed to the half-closed courtyard with Master Xingku and said, "Dad, which master's Zen courtyard is that? I see it's very quiet, so why don't we go and ask."

Zhao Yong said, "Master Ku is the most famous when you just need to go to Ping'an Temple."

Zhao Changqing thought for a moment and laughed, "Dad, think about it, although Master Xingku is the most famous, looking at the location of this courtyard, he is still above Master Xingku. If this Zen master does not have Taoism, how can he be above Master Xingku? Master Xingku is naturally a high monk, but there are many people in this world who have not had a reputation but are profound in Buddhism. If you can see it at first, it is also fate."

After Zhao Changqing finished speaking, he grabbed Zhao Yong's hand and went to another Zen temple without hesitation. Zhao Yong was so moved that he really didn't want to line up in the long queue, so he followed his daughter.

When I opened the half-covered wooden door, the Zen courtyard was indeed very quiet. No one was seen in the guest monk, and there was only a little novice monk sweeping the yard.

When the little novice monk saw someone coming, he held a broom in one hand, raised his hand slightly, and said the Buddha's name, "Donor, Master Xingku's Zen Temple is next to it."

Zhao Changqing said, "We are not here to find Master Xingku. May I ask Master Ling if he has free time. My father is a little confused and wants to ask Master Ling for advice."

The little novice monk was hesitant, and Zhao Changqing asked, "Can the master have a decree and never see the guests?"

The little novice shook his head, "This is not."

"The Buddha extradited us here, and God gave us the opportunity, how can we turn it away?"

A loud sound suddenly came from the half-open mahogany window. The sound was like a morning bell and evening drum, which made people feel awe-inspiring. "Since it is a God-given opportunity, the two donors are invited to come in."

After all, Zhao Yong is a martial artist. When he heard this voice, he knew that it was not ordinary. He immediately put away his contempt and underestimated him and took Zhao Changqing's hand into it.

There was no silk decoration in the house, and there was a snow-white wall around it. There were only an old monk who put a bun in the cushion. There were several sets of tea sets in front of the old monk. There were two and a half old cushions on the ground outside, as if waiting for the visiting guests.

Zhao Yong performed a Buddhist ritual and said, "I have met the master."

"Sit as you like," the old monk said, and divided three cups of tea from the teapot. "I made a vow ten years ago to face the wall ten years ago. I just left the seclusion today and met two donors. It was indeed a chance for heaven." As he gave a gesture of invitation, "The two donors taste my tea."

Zhao Yong always waited for the tea to warm up, and then poured it down in one breath, just like a cow. Naturally, it would not be so abrupt at this time, so he picked it up and took a sip and said, "Good tea."

The old monk asked with a smile, "What's the good thing?"

Zhao Yong recalled for a moment, "It's not like the bitterness of my tea, but the fragrance is faint. Master, don't be surprised. I am a rough person, I can't say much."

The old monk smiled, "The donor is straightforward and open-minded, and blessings come from now on." He looked at Zhao Changqing with his eyes as quiet as the deep sea and asked, "What do you think of this tea?"

Zhao Changqing said, "The entrance is slightly bitter, the aftertaste is fragrant, and there is a hint of sweetness. Now it is sweet and fragrant, and it is indeed a good tea."

Zhao Yong was very proud in his heart: looking at the few words her daughter said, you will know that she is knowledgeable, good things, and the book is in vain!

The old monk nodded slightly and asked Zhao Yong, "Why did the donor come?"

Zhao Yong felt a little embarrassed and still spoke, "On the second day of the Chinese New Year, someone gave birth to a son and a daughter, a dragon and phoenix twins for me, which is a great joy. But for some reason, my little girl cried whenever she saw her eldest daughter." Zhao Yong also introduced, "Changqing is my eldest daughter, she is always smart and sensible."

After hearing this, the old monk asked, "Can you tell Ling Ai's Bazi?"

Zhao Yong said the truth.

The old monk's eyebrows slightly condensed and sighed for a moment, "It's quite a bit of origin."

Zhao Yong was even more convinced by the old monk and said, "To be honest, before giving birth to my little girl, Neizi had a dream, saying that she dreamed of the hibiscus flowers blooming in the pond, which was extremely beautiful. After the little girl was born, she was born with a birthmark like a flower."

The old monk said warmly, "The fate of fate arises, but it is just cause and effect in the past life."

"What's the solution?"

"It's all about the donor."

Zhao Yong was slightly surprised, "So what to say?" Zhao Yong originally thought that there was something wrong with his younger daughter and his older daughter, but unexpectedly it was up to him!

"Within a year, the donor must not see the face of the woman, and the cause and effect will be resolved."

Zhao Yong hesitated a little, "Is my little girl? Can't I see her?"

The old monk nodded, "I will give the donor another talisman, and burn it at home at noon after I go home. And within a year, you must not let the girl go out, nor can you see a man from another surname."

Zhao Yong quickly responded and asked again, "Can this be fine?"

The old monk smiled slightly.

Zhao Yong felt a little relieved and said, "Master, there is still something to ask for. My daughter has no name yet. I want to ask the master to give her a name, and also get the blessings of Buddhism."

"The blessings of Buddhism depend on one's own practice." The old monk smiled and did not refuse Zhao Yong. Instead, he asked Zhao Changqing first, "I wonder who the little donor's name was given?"

Zhao Yong said, "It turned out that I invited the blind half immortal in the west of the city to calculate it. Changqing, you are the one who means a minister and a minister. If you use it for her, you also wish her more blessings and longevity."

The old monk praised, "The little donor's name is very good. Changqing, Qing is very clear and eternal. Looking at the little donor's face, it looks like a tree withered and flourishing. If I see nothing wrong with what I see, the little donor should have a brother with twins of dragons and phoenixes, but this son is destined to be with your mansion."

Zhao Yong praised him very much, and felt that he had met a living Bodhisattva. He didn't care about Zhao Changqing's thoughts and told him frankly, "Yes, Changqing had a younger brother from the beginning, but the child was weak in the fetus and died in less than half an hour after he landed. My daughter was born smart and sensible, and now she is studying and literate. I will not hide it from the master. I am lucky enough to meet the master, thanks to Changqing's advice to me."

Zhao Changqing felt speechless. Her father really didn't know how to be modest. She wanted to blush on her father in front of outsiders.

The old monk's eyes were gentle, "Since the donor wanted to ask for a name for Lingzi, well, I see, the word "Ning" is very good."

"There are people in the family, and they are called Zhining. They also mean peace and harmony. Peace and auspiciousness. This is the best word." The old monk said, "The word "chang" in the name of the little donor means long and long, so it is called Changning."

Zhao Yong thanked happily, the old monk, "As for the name of love, since God gave it to him, I will not say more."

Zhao Yong was a little puzzled and asked, "Master, where is the name given to him by God?"

"What do you think of the little donor?"

Zhao Changqing did not refuse and said to her father, "Dad, my mother dreams of a pond of lotus flowers blooming just right, this is a sign of heaven. Since that's the case, it's better to name Zhao Rong than a sister."

Zhao Rong, this is a girl's name. Seeing that the master had no other intentions, Zhao Yong responded with a smile. He felt that his daughter was so beautiful, and her little head was turning faster than him. It seems that she was the right person to bring her daughter to the right place today.

Zhao Yong smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice today." How can I give it to you when I pinch the two taels of silver in the sleeve?

The old monk smiled, "I asked three questions a day, and today the donor has two questions. Since the little donor is here, if the little donor has any doubts, you can also ask me."

Zhao Changqing shook his head, "The master just said that all the blessings of Buddhism are in his own practice, and I have nothing to ask."

The old monk laughed with his head, "The donor is really a wise man."

Zhao Changqing smiled, "I just remember the words of the master."

"There are people who have different opinions, and the wise have their own wisdom. Nature arises according to thoughts, and causes and conditions are born." The old monk shouted the Buddha's name, and the father and daughter said goodbye with tactful farewell.

Zhao Yong thought of putting two taels of silver into the incense box. As soon as he left the old monk's Zen temple, Zhao Changqing met an acquaintance.

Chu Yu greeted with sharp eyes and smiled, "Oh, sister Qing, what a coincidence, are you here to burn incense too?"

Due to the position reasons, Zhao Yong did not recognize the Chu family. General Chu had inspected the army, but Zhao Yong had a low position and did not dare to look up at the majestic general, so he did not recognize him at first glance, and only thought he was a friend he knew from his daughter.

Chu Yue blinked at Zhao Changqing with a smile and asked his mother, "Mom, do you still remember Changqing?"

Mrs. Chu laughed, "Remember."

Zhao Changqing hurriedly introduced to his father, "Dad, this is Uncle Chu, Uncle Chu, Brother Chu, Sister Chu." Because he was outside, Zhao Changqing saw that the Chu family was just traveling normally, so he did not reveal the identity of the Chu family. As he said, Zhao Changqing was blessed with a good fortune, "Dad and I come to the master to ask some things, is Sister Chu also here to tell fortunes?"

Seeing that this family was extremely dignified, Zhao Yong clasped his fists and said, "The master of Xishan Temple is profound in Buddhism and his words are very effective."

Chu Yu and Chu Yue looked at each other and smiled. When they saw Zhao Yong, Chu Yu smiled, "We have heard of the reputation of Master Xingku, but there are too many people in line, and I don't know when to queue?"

Zhao Yong laughed, "You don't have to look for Master Xingku." He pointed enthusiastically at the Zen temple where the old monk lived, "The master I and my little girl asked for advice."

Chu Yue glanced at the empty Zen temple and said, "Master Xingku's Zen temple is crowded with people, and this nameless master's Zen temple is so deserted."

Zhao Yong had a good temper, especially when he had just gotten a pair of twins, he loved Chu Yu and Chu Yue, a pair of brothers and sisters. He was also used to listening to Zhao Changqing's talkative genius at home, and did not look down on Chu Yue's girl. Instead, he smiled and said, "I said this before, but the little girl reminded me that this master's Zen temple is still above Master Xingfu, and he can tell that he is not an unknown person. I took my little girl in to ask, and listened to the master's words, which seemed like a enlightenment. The master originally practiced ten years ago in front of the wall, and now he has just left the seclusion, and he is getting the word "smart". If Brother Chu is interested, you might as well give it a try."

General Chu smiled when he saw Zhao Yong being open and straightforward, "Okay, thank you for giving me some advice."

Zhao Yong no longer delayed the Chu family's time, took Zhao Changqing to the incense box of the main hall to donate all the silver on his body, and took his daughter home.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Yongfang asked, "Girl, is this a friend you know?"

Zhao Changqing was funny, "Why don't Dad recognize General Chu?"
To be continued...