novelraw Chapter 84 Meeting Mr. Jiang in the temple
Chapter 84 Meeting Mr. Jiang in the temple
According to the tradition of the Qin family, before the New Year’s Eve dinner at twelve o’clock on the [-]th night, incense sticks would be offered to the ancestors of the Qin family, but this rule has been abolished since Qin Mo took charge of the Qin Clan, and since then the New Year’s Eve dinner He has never offered incense to any ancestors before, and he has a strong prestige. People in the Qin family also vaguely know that he and his father Qin Heng are not on good terms, so they have not said much, but this year, someone obviously couldn't bear it. .
Qin Mo and Song Jing prepared a red envelope for the child. Before the meal, Qin Mo hugged his son and held the red envelope in front of his eyes to tease him;
"Do you want it? Do you want to give Dad a wink and a nod?"
The little man of the full moon couldn't understand his words. He just looked at the red envelope and stretched out his hand to reach it. Qin Mo also took a red envelope and teased the child with a smile. As a result, he was about to put the red envelope in his son's breast pocket when he was caught. was taken away by one hand;
"You're still young, dad's red envelope is kept by my little dad, and I'll return it to you when you grow up."
Qin Mo looked over and saw Song Jing's appearance as a money fan, and laughed and cursed;
"Look at how promising you are."
Song Jing shook the child in her arms and opened her mouth to refute;
"What's wrong with this little prospect? From now on, it will be a lot of money to save until he is 18 years old."
The two joked as if no one was around, Song Jing didn't care what the people around him thought. In short, no one dared to show any emotion to Qin Mo in front of him.
This Chinese New Year is not only because they have prepared presents for Xiao Chengzi, the people of the Qin family brought up either red envelopes or gifts one by one. Qin Mo sleeps for a long time in the afternoon to be considered energetic at night. Song Jing went to Baoguo Temple together, and it was too cold at night, so she asked the baby nurse to take the child upstairs to sleep.
In the car, Song Jing did not forget to cover Qin Mo with a blanket, and then patted himself on the shoulder;
"Come on, let me lean on your shoulders, it will take an hour to drive there."
Qin Mo smiled but did not refuse. He relaxed and leaned against Song Jing's shoulder. Through the car window, he could see the red LED lights on the side of the road celebrating the New Year. Song Jing sighed while watching;
"When I was young, I felt like Chinese New Year. At that time, firecrackers were set off, but now it's festive or it's too quiet."
Qin Mo closed his eyes slightly to rest;
"Well, in two years, when Xiao Chengzi grows up and clamors for the New Year, there will be a festive atmosphere at home."
Adults feel that one year is meaningless, but if there are more children, it will be different. Song Jing imagined the scene when the children will run and walk in a few years and clamor for the New Year, and the headache has already started ahead of time. However, the smile on his lips has never faded, and there is hope for such a day.
After all, Qin Mo was not in good spirits. After driving for more than ten minutes, he fell asleep in a daze. Song Jing woke him up just before getting out of the car. Fortunately, the temperature in the car was suitable and he didn't sleep and sweat. He didn't know Song Jing got out of the car before. I was really taken aback by the scene in front of me;
"so many people?"
Qin Mo was wearing a thick windproof coat, and looked at the bright lights on the mountain and the crowds of people entering the temple. He looked back and saw that there were cars driving up the mountain. Come to the temple at this time of the year;
"Are you chasing after the top incense?"
Song Jing nodded, and helped him wrap the scarf again;
"Probably, the incense in this Baoguo Temple has always been very good. The last time I came here, I heard that the incense here seems to be mainly because there is a master in Baoguo Temple. This master is very legendary. He is now a hundred years old. When I was young, I participated in the Anti-Japanese War and fought for half my life. However, in the year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, I escaped into Buddhism. Since then, the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha has studied Buddhism. This Baoguo Temple used to be a small temple. After he came, the pilgrims donated it to the temple. He used all the incense money to help the elderly in the surrounding villages and the left-behind children who couldn't afford to go to school. It has been half a century, and now the new temple is expanded only after the children he rescued more than 20 years ago have grown up and developed. Yes, he didn’t want to come here at first because the original site of the temple was demolished more than ten years ago because of the construction of the high-speed rail, and he came here, and the incense of the new temple began to flourish only after he came here.”
Song Jing supported Qin Mo's arm and walked forward while introducing him;
"Look at the bottom of the mountain over there. It's dark now and you can't see clearly. If it's daytime, you can see the martyr's cemetery halfway up the mountain. The relics of some soldiers who had no family members to entrust them during the Anti-Japanese War were buried in it. It is said that half of them are those. The ones preserved by the old master are probably his comrades-in-arms or someone he knew. Burying here can also be admired by future generations. There are some sacrifices for cold food during the Qingming Festival. It is said that seeking wealth in Baoguo Temple may not be effective, but seeking health and safety is the most effective. Come on Most of the people who offer incense here come for the health of their families.”
Qin Mo didn't know much about these before, but he didn't think there were so many stories in it. His pace was not fast, and Song Jing was not in a hurry. There are some festive colors, and the faces of the people who come are all happy for the New Year;
"We can't get this incense today, but it's okay to pay a visit. Song Jing went to invite the incense and bowed outside the Daxiong Palace. Qin Mo didn't ask for anything before, but now he bows piously for Xiao Chengzi. He will be safe from now on."
Kneeling down and getting up again, his face became paler in this winter. After three bows, Song Jing helped him up. The two wanted to ask the master to pray for the child's safety, but they saw a circle of people on one side, Song Jing thought that that was the place to invite Ping Anfu, so he helped Qin Mo go there;
"Hello, is Master in there?"
The person in front turned his head, his face was a bit sad, he looked at Song Jing who was about 40 years old, he saw that he was supporting the person beside him, the person next to him had a bad complexion, he looked like someone who had been ill for a long time, and there was a little bit in his eyes pity;
"This brother also has a bad heart, right?"
The man looked at Qin Mo and spoke, Song Jing was taken aback for a moment, is this man so amazing?Can you tell at a glance that Qin Mo has a bad heart?Is this a lay disciple of Baoguo Temple?He did not hide;
"Yes, my lover has a bad heart. Are you a lay disciple who practices cultivation?"
The man froze for a moment, then sighed in his eyes;
"Baoguo Temple has helped me a lot, and my disciples can be counted. It seems that he is not in good health, so you can go ahead of me."
The man gave up the front seat very generously, Song Jing was stunned for a moment, but he really didn't want Qin Mo to be blown in the cold wind for too long, so he thanked him and stood in front of him;
"Thank you."
The elder brother waved his hand indifferently;
"It's okay, everyone is in difficulty, and it's right to help each other."
Song Jing was a little strange when he heard this, but he didn't say much. He only thought that he came out and met some kind-hearted people. One by one, Qin Mo coughed slightly. Song Jing wanted to take off his coat and give it to Qin Mo. They didn't agree anyway, but fortunately it was their turn to enter the room after a while. After entering, a young monk in a monk's robe put down the pen in his hand, clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute. Song Jing and Qin Mo were also polite. After returning the gift, Song Jing was a little confused by what happened next;
"Is the donor's information ready?"
"Data? What data?"
Song Jing subconsciously thought about whether she brought her ID card, is it so formal now?Ping An Fu, please, do you still need information?
The little monk answered patiently;
"Cases and identity certificates, there is an application form there, the donor can go and fill it out."
Song Jing was even more confused after hearing this;
"Please Pinganfu, do you still need a case?"
Can't you ask for a blessing if you don't get sick now?
The little monk was dumbfounded after hearing this, and it took him a moment to realize that this person must have gone to the wrong place;
"The donor here is not the place to invite Ping An Fu, this is the place to apply for heart treatment relief funds, and the place to invite Ping An Fu is in the inner wing."
At this moment, Qin Mo saw the application form on one side, which said that the main targets of assistance were heart disease patients, and he also realized why the person just now thought he had a bad heart at a glance, and why most of the people queuing outside looked sad. , These should be either the patient or the patient's family members. The cost of heart disease treatment, especially in more serious cases, cannot be afforded by ordinary families. He looked at the person in front of him and spoke out;
"Little master, is this rescue initiated by the courtyard?"
"One-third of the money is from the hospital, and the other part is donated by a benefactor."
Song Jing glanced at Qin Mo and understood what this person was thinking;
"Is that person in the courtyard at the moment?"
The little monk nodded;
"Yes, he is in the third wing opposite, and the place where Ping Anfu is invited is next door."
"Thank you little master."
When Qin Mo went out from here, he looked at the people queuing up continuously behind him, and he stood there for a long time without moving;
"No wonder so many people are queuing. The cost of heart disease treatment is too much for many families. I want to meet that person."
The Qin Corporation has an independent charitable organization, and the Qin Corporation invests a lot every year. There are also some foundations related to medical care and education, but there is no foundation specifically for heart disease. He seems to think of this in a temple. Song Jing did not say much about the person who set up such a relief fund, and helped him to the opposite side, and a young monk happened to come out of the door;
"Little master, can we meet the benefactor who initiated the relief fund?"
"Do you want to thank you? Donor Zhao usually doesn't see anyone to thank you, as long as you get help in your difficulties."
The little monk saluted, and Qin Mo spoke;
"We don't want to thank you, but just want to meet him, can you ask for us?"
"Okay, then I'll go in and ask."
After a while, the little monk came out and invited the two of them in. Qin Mo stood there for a while, his hands and feet felt a little chilly, but now he entered the wing room, but it was very warm, and the temperature and humidity were quite suitable. The room was furnished very simply, with a square table in the middle , a Buddhist altar was enshrined on the side, with a faint fragrance lingering in the nose, and a screen was placed inside, at this moment a person walked out from the screen, who looked about the same age as Song Jing, dressed in simple casual clothes But he is very upright, with deep handsome eyebrows and an outstanding heroic appearance in the crowd.
The man's eyes fell on Qin Mo, but he only left for a moment, he was very polite and didn't look at him too much;
"Please sit down, what is the two of you looking for me?"
He stretched out his hand slightly to ask the two to sit down. He could tell at a glance that the two people who came were either rich or noble, and they were definitely not people supported by him. When he walked in, Song Jing could smell a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine on his body , but looking at the complexion, the person in front of him didn't seem to be sick. He glanced at the screen indistinctly, and helped Qin Mo to sit down without looking too much. Qin Mo couldn't help but feel a little bit Coughing lightly, the person on the other side glanced at him and got up to pour a glass of water into a paper cup. Qin Mo nodded his thanks;
"Thank you. Today, I thought of putting incense sticks in the temple to pray for the children's safety. I happened to see a rescue plan for heart disease patients on the other side, so I wanted to get to know each other. My name is Qin Mo, and this is my lover Song Jing. I don't take the liberty to bother you today." gone."
The person on the opposite side was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, and then he didn't shy away from opening his mouth;
"You are Qin Mo, the Patriarch of the Qin Clan?"
Qin Mo chuckled and nodded. Although the person opposite was a little surprised, there was no superfluous expression. Since the person who came was the Patriarch of the Qin family, he didn't come here for help, and he also opened his mouth;
"My name is Zhao Yu, and it's my lover inside. He's not in good health, so it's inconvenient for him to come out and neglect him."
After sitting for a while, Song Jing could vaguely hear intermittent coughing and panting inside. He vaguely guessed the reason why Zhao Yu set up this rescue fund. Qin Mo and Song Jing naturally didn't mind. uttered a low, panting voice;
"Boss Qin, come in."
Zhao Yu turned back immediately, Qin Mo didn't recognize the voice for a while, but just looked at Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu didn't say anything else, just got up and made a gesture of invitation, Song Jing and Qin Mo got up, walked around the screen and finally I saw a carved wooden bed inside, and an ECG monitor was placed on the head of the bed. At this moment, there was a person sitting on the bed. The person's face was pale, but his lips were stained with lavender. The eyelashes covered the long and narrow phoenix eyes, like a feather fan. His body looked thin and thin. Even with a smile on his face at the moment, he couldn't hide the look of depression, but even in this situation, he had to admit that the pain on the bed The person is really unparalleled in appearance, and his body is full of nobility. At this moment, he looked at the person who came in;
"Boss Qin, ahem... Long time no see, please sit down."
Qin Mo was also very surprised, rarely showing surprise;
"Mr. Jiang? You're back home."
A few years ago, the Qin family and the Jiang family collaborated on a project. Qin Mo and Jiang Chuyin had seen each other twice, and they could be regarded as sympathetic to each other. It's just that Jiang Chuyin spent a lot of time abroad at that time, and he didn't want to see each other again. It turned out to be here. Under such circumstances, Song Jing didn't know how the two met, but when he looked at the data on the ECG monitor aside, his heart sank slightly, with nasal oxygen blood Oxygen level has reached 90, resp value has reached more than 40, average blood pressure is only 60, the condition of the person in front of him is worse than before Qin Mo's operation.
The author says:
ps: The current timeline is later than the plot of Mr. Jiang next door;
General Jiang's condition should be heart failure;
If you like Jiang Zong and Zhao Yu, go to the next door to read it. I promise you that there will be a link between these two books (reading alone will not affect it)