"How do you arrange the numbers?"
Mu Yunbai immediately grasped the information in the peasant woman's words and asked.
"Hey, sir, of course I want to give the Bodhisattva some sesame oil money.
One hundred and two hundred is not too little, and three hundred and five hundred is not too much."
The peasant woman clasped her hands in front of her and said with a pious look.
Mu Yunbai sneered in his heart, and calmly took out his wallet from his pocket, took out five hundred yuan, and stuffed it into the merit box standing next to the Bodhisattva.
When the peasant woman saw her, she smiled so hard that she couldn't even open her eyes.
She became even more attentive than before: "I see that some of you are also very tired all the way.
Why don't you go to the back room to rest for a while?"
Mu Yunbai put on an expression of resignation, and then several people were led by the peasant woman into a small room.
The room seemed to have just been renovated, and there was a picture between the four white walls that looked a bit...
An old Eight Immortals table and a new but not old ceiling fan on the beam were spinning quietly, bringing some cool breeze.
"Please wait here for a moment.
I'll call the mage right away."
After serving four cups of tea, the peasant woman turned around and left with a smile on her face.
"This is too exaggerated."
Seeing that the peasant woman had walked away, Tang Xiaoman dared to whisper, "Good guy, one number actually costs five hundred yuan."
"No way, I was told that one hundred or two hundred is not too little."
Tang Ruyi scratched his fingers on the Eight Immortals table and found that it was quite clean, then he sat down, "It was your master who gave it to you directly.
Five hundred dollars” "If I didn't give you five hundred yuan, do you think that peasant woman would be so willing to run around?"
Mu Yunbai glanced at Tang Ruyi, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
Although Tang Ruyi, who had been running alone in the world for many years, felt dissatisfied, she did not dare to yell at Mu Yunbai at this time, so she could only frown secretly.
"I'd better go out and take a look."
The cat in Yang Lin's arms poked its head out again, jumped, and landed easily on the Eight Immortals table, saying in a voice that only Tang Xiaoman and Mu Yunbai could hear.
Mu Yunbai blinked and agreed, while Tang Xiaoman said a little worriedly: "Be careful when you go out, and don't get bitten by this dog."
The black cat stretched out proudly on the Eight Immortals table, as if to say it understood, and then swooped out along the door.
"It's so strange that you all like to talk to cats.
Can it really understand?"
Tang Ruyi smiled arrogantly, expressing that she did not understand the behavior of Tang Xiaoman and Yang Lin.
Tang Xiaoman just smiled and did not explain.
At this moment, the peasant woman who had just left returned again and said with a face of joy: "I have kept everyone waiting, Master Jingxin is here."
Before she finished speaking, a lean woman in her forties wearing a brown robe and cassock walked in through the door.
She stood by the door and recited "Amitabha" uprightly, and then performed a prayer for everyone.
One-handed gift.
Mu Yunbai smiled and nodded in return, and Tang Xiaoman and others followed him and returned the greeting in a similar manner.
"Everyone who comes here is a guest, so you don't have to be formal."
Master Jingxin said with a smile, "I just don't know why you are looking for me."
Mu Yunbai didn't say much, but directly pushed Tang Ruyi in front of him and said: "I, a girl, feel something is wrong recently, I would like to ask the mage to help me take a look
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