Chapter 412: deceive

Chapter 412
"We have our own car, you can tell us how to go." Zheng Baozhu said.
"That won't work, to tell you the truth, even if I tell you the way, you can't get in, only the internal vehicles can get in. Ordinary pilgrims can only climb the mountain." The middle-aged man said again.
Zheng Baozhu looked at him doubtfully: "What are you saying?"
"Of course it is true. If you don't believe it, then you'll wait here. It's so hot, I think the two will not be able to endure the pain." The middle-aged man said, and he had to close the window.
In the end, Mrs. Zheng did not want to stay in the sun anymore, and because her usual circle was all ladies and ladies, and she was also less alert to the outside world, so she knocked on the window and said to the middle-aged man: " Master, see if this works or not, we'll give you some money, and you will lead the way and bring our car in. "
The middle-aged man heard the words and waved his hand: "No, this lady, there are regulations in the temple, no foreign vehicles are allowed in, and I can't violate the rules."
"Do you know who we are? Believe it or not, I asked my dad to buy this land?" Zheng Baozhu was furious at this moment. From where she was born to now, where she wants to go, no one has stopped her. Too.
"Miss, look at your dress is really decent, why do you talk like this? This foreign vehicle is not allowed inside and it is not a rule I set, it is a rule in the temple. You are the mayor, without the consent of the old abbot, then I ca n’t drive in.
The middle-aged man frowned.
Mrs. Zheng didn't want to continue to delay time. She saw that Lao Ding had come by from one side, and looking at him like that, she knew that he couldn't find a bearer, so she had to say to the middle-aged man: "Well, master, since you That ’s all, let ’s just go up the hill in your car.

"Okay, get in the car." The middle-aged man calmly saw them finally compromised.
Mrs. Zheng beckoned to the old man at this time: "Old man, come here, this master will drive us up the mountain."
Old Ding Wenyan stepped forward, opened the door and sat in the front passenger seat.
Mrs. Zheng and Zheng Baozhu sat in the back seats.
After closing the door, the driver started the car, followed the road in front of him, and after detouring the mountain, he saw a winding mountain road going up the mountain.
Because they were in a car, the three were quickly taken to the top parking lot.
The middle-aged man stopped the car and turned to look at Mrs. Zheng: "Mrs., a total of 500 yuan."
Old Ding Wenyan said, he felt suddenly killed: "What? Five hundred yuan? So expensive? How far is this?"
"It's not too far to drive this road, but it takes human lives to get up. Isn't it? Is that all right? I'll take you down the mountain." The middle-aged man said, we need to start the car again.
Mrs. Zheng didn't care about money at all. Five hundred yuan was not worth mentioning to her. She didn't say anything, so she took five banknotes out of her bag and handed them to him, and said, "Master, wait here. We, we will go downhill in a while and rent your car. "
"No problem, you can rest assured." The middle-aged man smiled after receiving the money.
The mother and daughter got out of the car before and after, and the old man didn't want to stay in the car either, so he accompanied them to the direction of Daxiong Baodian.
At this time, I heard the middle-aged man behind them saying, "Three are here to ask for anything? Each temple in this temple and the masters in it are responsible for different businesses, so don't run the wrong place."
Mother and daughter Zheng Baozhu happened to be wearing high heels and couldn't walk well. When he heard his reminder, he asked quickly: "Master, you are familiar with this place, ask you, we are here to ask Zodiac Jiri, I do n’t know which hall to go to What about? "
"Zodiac Day?" The middle-aged man heard this and pointed to a low hall not far away. "Oh, just go there to find a master Fan. He will help you test your marriage, test your luck, and choose your luck." "
"Really? Thank you, Master." Mrs. Zheng said immediately.
Zheng Baozhu suddenly covered her stomach at this time, making her painful, "Oh, mommy, I suddenly felt a stomachache, so uncomfortable, I have to go to the bathroom first."
"What's wrong? Didn't you just feel good? Why did you suddenly have a stomachache?" Mrs. Zheng said, waving her hand: "Hurry up, let's go to Master Fanyi first."
"Don't you, mommy, sit down with the old man in the gazebo and wait for me. I asked the driver master to take me to the bathroom. When I come back, let's go to Master Fanyi together." Zheng Baozhu said, looking at the middle-aged man, said.
The middle-aged man nodded to her silently, "Master Fan Yi is afraid that he is still doing lunch at this time. It will not be out until two o'clock. It is exactly twenty minutes. I think the two will go to the gazebo first and so on. Ok."
"Okay, then you can go, I'll wait here with the old man." Mrs. Zheng nodded in peace after listening to their words.
The middle-aged man took Zheng Baozhu to the direction of the low hall and went to the bathroom.
As soon as the two got out of Mrs. Zheng's line of sight, Zheng Baozhu stopped and turned to look at the middle-aged man: "How about? All arranged? Wouldn't you help out? My mother is smart, don't you Smashed me. "
"I said Miss Zheng, you can rest assured. I have made it clear to every master, he knows how to convince the old lady." The middle-aged man said.
"That's good, yes, that monk is a real monk, or are you looking for someone to pretend? Is it professional or not? But just a few words will reveal the stuffing." Zheng Baozhu asked uneasily.
"Master Fan Yi is the chief disciple of the host, of course, a true monk." The middle-aged man said.
"Aren't monks slang? Real monks would be willing to help me lie?" Zheng Baozhu was not quite convinced.
At this time, the middle-aged man smiled mysteriously: "You don't understand it. Masters who have attained Taoism like Masters have long been unrestrained by the world, and no clear rules and regulations have any meaning to him."
"I don't understand what you're talking about, but it seems that you've arranged it properly. Then, I'll call my mommy over here." Zheng Baozhu said, turned and went to the gazebo, called Zheng Madam, head towards the low hall together.
The driver was left in the gazebo.
When the mother and daughter entered the low hall, they saw a monk wearing a gray robe sitting at the door with a scroll of sutras in his hands.
The other person looks only forty years old, has fat ears and looks very rich.
"Excuse me, is Master Fan Yi here?" Zheng Baozhu stepped forward and asked the monk.
The other party heard the words and looked up at her: "The donor is here."
Zheng Baozhu was startled, afraid that his words would cause Mrs. Zheng's suspicion, and she was about to cover up, and heard Mrs. Zheng watching the monk with curiosity: "Master knows us?"
The monk shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then why do you speak like you know we are coming?" Mrs. Zheng wondered.
"Last night, the poor monk had a dream and knew that a donor with happy events would come to me today. I saw the two female donors looking rosy, and when they were happy, they knew they were two." The monk answered.
Mrs. Zheng heard the words, and her face was startled, "Are you a Master Fan Yi? It really is a well-known monk."
"The donor has won the prize." The monk said, and glanced at Zheng Baozhu again. Suddenly, his expression changed, and his pretentious fingers turned, and his face became extremely grim immediately: "Strange, how strange!"