Nobita, quickly use your invincible treasure bag to think of a solution!

Chapter 85

Abbot Jingxin has discovered that more and more people have been coming to the temple to attend morning classes recently. In the past, it was considered a lot if there were thirty or forty villagers attending morning classes, but in recent times, the temple's main hall has often been crowded, and there have been queues.

Moreover, the young host also found that there were fewer and fewer old faces and more and more new faces attending the morning classes.

It is not to say that having more people attending the morning classes is a bad thing. On the contrary, the more people come to attend the morning classes at the temple, the more it proves the influence of the temple. The higher the influence, the more donations and offerings the pilgrims will make, and the more money will be raised from incense.

If a religion wants to survive without producing anything, it can only suck the blood of its followers.

But as he looked at the temple which was getting better and better, there was no smile on the young abbot's face, even though the temple's current popularity was almost catching up with that of his father, the old abbot, when he was young.

The better the temple becomes, the heavier the shackles on the young abbot will become, and Jingxin will be trapped here more and more.

Muroi Shizunobu also yearns to go outside the village, just like his father, the old abbot. Unfortunately, just as the old abbot was bound by the temple in the past, Shizunobu is now also entangled by the temple.

If the temple was like a tortoise shell to the old abbot, then the temple now is like a snail shell to the young abbot, both of which are impossible to escape from.

"Hello, host brother."

A little pilgrim came forward carrying his sister and bowed.

"Hello, Shigeki and Shihori."

The young host clasped his hands together in greeting towards the two children, his eyes full of admiration and love.

Shizunobu Muroi recognized the child and his sister. Almost two months ago, they came to the village and borrowed a lot of Buddha statues, ritual instruments, talismans and other items.

Shizunobu Muroi was very fond of the little boy in front of her who was only as tall as her waist.

Don't get me wrong, it's not the kind of liking that's like refining copper, but it's appreciation, expectation, and love.

Jingxin liked this child named Maeda Shigeki because his father, the old abbot, liked him. The old abbot said that Shigeki was born with a Buddhist affinity. If one day Jingxin had no partner and could not have children, the old abbot would choose to adopt the child to the temple and have him become the new young abbot.

What do you mean?

It was him, Muroi Shizunobu, the young host who was able to break free from the shackles on his body, get rid of the title of young host, become a free man, pursue literature, pursue freedom, and become a free novelist.

What made the young abbot even happier was that his mother actually agreed to adopt Maoshu as the new heir of the temple.

That’s right. How could a mother, who is used to taking her father as her backbone, not agree to his request?

In any case, there is hope for freedom!

Seeing the child in front of him, Jingxin felt like he saw freedom, and he couldn't stop smiling on his face. Even though strange diseases had recently appeared in the village, or even a monster might appear and come back to life, it couldn't dispel the joy in his heart.

"Where's Grandma Miwako?"

The future young host asked about the whereabouts of his mother, and the current young host pointed to the garden in the backyard.

He could see that his mother also liked this well-behaved and sensible child, and it was just right for her to train this future little abbot well and let him inherit this damn temple.

"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin, I have violated the precept of anger."

Meditate quietly and chant the Buddha's name, close your eyes and calm your mind.

But when he thought of what his good friend Toshio said, that the Maeda family now only had orphans and a widow, and that their life would be very difficult in the future, the young host could not wipe the smile off his face.

What is this called?

God helps me too!

Amitabha.

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"Greetings to the Buddha!"

In Jingxin's imagination, the disabled old father who should have taught Maoshu how to be a host was now kneeling on the ground and paying homage to the future host.

If the young host saw this, his jaw would probably drop in shock.

"Well, no need to be polite. It seems that the old host has been living a good life recently. He looks energetic and his dark circles are gone."

Nobita nodded, asked the old host to get up from the ground, and then teased the old host.

The old host today is completely different from the terminally ill appearance he had back then.

What did the old host look like? Skinny, expressionless, with dark circles under his eyes, looking like he had lost all desire to live and would soon die.

Now? To describe him as vigorous and energetic is not enough. He is completely radiant, with light reflecting off his forehead. The old man even shaved his beard, and he looks at least ten years younger.

"It's all thanks to the Buddha. If it weren't for the Buddha's power, I would have passed away at any time."

As he said this, the old host actually wiped his tears and started crying silently.

"Don't do that. Remember the Buddha's purpose is that Buddha only wants you to be happy. Your crying appearance is exactly what Buddha hates the most." Nobita looked at the old guy crying and felt very disgusted.

"Yes, yes, I lost my composure. I lost my composure."

The old host nodded quickly, wiped the tears from his face and put on a smile.

“How many believers are there in the village?”

Without further ado, Nobita directly asked the believers the issue that they were most concerned about.

"Reply to Fozi, there are already more than a hundred people, and the number is still increasing."

The old abbot replied truthfully, not daring to hide anything from Daxiong. "They are all elderly people, right?" Daxiong glanced at the old abbot.

"This... yes, most young people nowadays don't want to believe in Buddha, so..."

The old host was speechless for a moment, but still responded truthfully.

"Forget it. These ignorant believers will soon believe in the greatness of our Buddha. Old host, you have completed your mission well. This is your reward. Remember, Buddha will not treat anyone unfairly."

As he spoke, Nobita threw a ball of green light at the old host, who immediately felt his whole body become extremely hot and full of power.

After feeling the power in his body, the old host immediately expressed his gratitude: "Thank you for the grace of my Buddha, thank you for the reward of the Buddha, thank you for my Buddha..."

"Where is Miwako?" Nobita suddenly changed the subject and asked about the host's wife.

"Waiting in the bedroom, do you need me, the old monk..."

The old abbot did not think there was anything wrong with the Buddhist disciple calling his wife by her name.

He knew very well what Fuzi wanted to do, but he did not feel any shame. His marriage to his wife was arranged by his parents. Even though they had been together for so many years, there was no love between them. The relationship between them was like that of the most familiar strangers.

Now that the Buddhist has taken a fancy to the old woman, then let him take a fancy to her. This old woman was originally meant to dedicate herself to the temple and the Muroi family. She had already dedicated herself when she was young, and now that she is old, she will dedicate herself again.

As long as the Buddha's great cause is accomplished and he himself becomes immortal, who would still care about this old woman?

Thanks to the donations from the villagers over the years, the assets under the name of the temple are worth tens of billions, which is enough for him to start a second life. Even if the money is gone by then, he can still live a comfortable life relying on the name of a Buddhist.

Who wants this old woman? Just find a young girl!

I've heard about the "Dad Live" in Tokyo a long time ago. I wonder if the little girls like the "Grandpa Live" or not.

The old host couldn't help but fantasize about his future life.

Seeing the other party starting to fantasize, Nobita did not disturb the other party and went straight to the bedroom.

At this time, the wife of the old host, the mother of the young host, Muroi Miwako, was sitting upright, kneeling in the room, kneeling in front of the snacks. Her body was as stiff as if it was frozen, and her hands had wrinkled the hem of her black kimono.

You can see that she is very nervous!

Even though she was in her fifties and approaching sixty, and had experienced many ups and downs, she felt nervous, uneasy and uneasy at this moment.

Donating your body to the temple and offering your womb to give birth to the Buddha is really nonsense!

Miwako found it absurd when she thought about how her husband grabbed her hand last night and said that he had received guidance from the Buddha and needed her, the old abbot's wife, to be the carrier of the Buddha and give birth to the Buddha.

Gods and Buddhas are originally nothingness. Her husband, who is engaged in the religious field, should have seen through the falsity behind religion better than anyone else. However, she never expected that after her husband grew old, he would become obsessed with Buddhism and believe in gods and Buddhas.

Could it be that he went crazy because he had been bedridden for too long?

Miwako doesn't know, doesn't understand, and doesn't care.

To be precise, Miwako no longer cared about anything. She lived like a tool, a tool that existed for the temple. She had no so-called self, only orders from the temple master.

Since the day she married into the temple, she no longer had herself!

"Hello, Grandma Miwako!"

A child pushed open the door, walked in from outside, and bowed to Miwako.

call!

It turned out to be Mao Shu!

Meiwako breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it wasn't that Buddha.

She is almost in menopause, and it is nonsense for her to give birth to a child for an unknown Buddha.

"Hello, Maoshu, come and try the snacks in the temple. They are delicious."

Miwako waved at Nobita, signaling this grandchild to come and have some snacks.

My husband said that he likes the child Maoshu very much and that he has a connection with Buddhism. If possible, he hopes to adopt him into the temple and raise him as an heir.

Miwako didn't have any objection. She happened to like this polite child. She also knew that her son didn't want to stay in the temple at all. If someone could replace her son, she would naturally be willing to do so.

So no matter how Miwako looked at it, she felt that Shigeki was a pleasing child.

However, what Miwako did not expect was that Maeda Shigeki shook his head at Miwako's request, and then quickly stepped forward.

Nobita: "No, Grandma Miwako, time is running out, we should give birth to the Buddha as soon as possible."

Miwako: "???"

Before Miwako could react, Nobita had already kissed her on the lips and at the same time reached out and pulled off the hairpin from her bun.

Her long black hair fell like a waterfall and soon fell to the ground. By the time Miwako reacted, she was already lying on the ground.

As for why Nobita chose this grandma? Besides her good looks, he also thought she was good at cooling down his temper!

Nobita has a very bad temper!

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In front of the mirror, Miwako pulled down her kimono and looked at her body in the mirror. She really couldn't believe her eyes.

She had a slender waist that could be held in one hand, a smooth and tender face that seemed as delicate as a baby's. At this moment, she did not look like a woman in her fifties, but rather like a young wife who had just gotten married and was nourished by love.

Miwako was sure that yesterday she still had wrinkles on her face, her breasts were flat and sagging, and she had a "swimming ring" next to her belly, but now...

Could it be that Maoshu is really a disciple of Buddha, or the reincarnation of Buddha?

Recalling the scene she saw yesterday and the mysterious spring water she drank, Miwako could only conclude that she had received a reward from the gods and Buddhas.

Having said that, Mao Shu is really amazing, especially the deadly guy below!

Miwako couldn't help feeling shy when she thought of Nobita, because Nobita was much more powerful than her wooden fish stick.

Boom boom boom!

"Madam, there are believers coming to give alms."

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of Mitsuo, a servant in a turban and apron, came from outside the door.

"coming."

Miwako hurriedly pulled up her kimono, put it on, and went forward to open the door.

After opening the door, Miwako didn't notice anything, but Mitsuo was obviously shocked when he saw the hostess's wife. His body was like a piece of wood, standing there motionless.

"Mitsuo, what's wrong with you?"

Miwako waved her hand, bringing the old bachelor Mitsuo back from his state of shock.

"Oh, I didn't expect that Madam has become so young and beautiful. Compared with yesterday, she is at least twenty years younger, no, thirty years younger!"

Guang Nan did not expect that this lady would become so young. She was a woman with a mature charm yesterday, but today she has become a young wife.

"Mitsuo, you are really good at talking."

After Miwako covered her mouth and chuckled, she let Mitsuo lead the way to find the pilgrims who came to make donations.

After all, the temple can survive to this day only thanks to the donations and offerings from pilgrims and believers.

"Yes, ma'am." The middle-aged bachelor Mitsuo followed behind Miwako. Looking at the graceful figure swaying in front of him, he couldn't help but pull his pants.

It’s time to change up the side dishes tonight!

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