Chapter 145: Do what I said, and I will guarantee you to have a son

Wang Ping'an was stunned and asked, "What medicine did you want me to prescribe?"

The man said seriously: "After taking it, you can take the medicine that gives birth to a son. No matter how much it costs, as long as you can prescribe it for me, I can afford it and I will give you more medicine!"

Wang Ping'an was puzzled and turned to look at the old monk and said, "Do you recognize this donor?"

The old monk nodded quickly and said, "I recognize you. Since the second year of his marriage, I have recognized him. He has come every year! His affairs are not urgent. Let's talk about the paper you used just now. Do you know what paper it is?"

But the man was impatient and said loudly: "What do you mean by me? I'm not anxious? I'm hosting. What's wrong with you? I've been anxious for more than 20 years. Isn't it still an urgent matter? Then what's an urgent matter?"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the hall burst into laughter. What can you be anxious for more than 20 years? Since you can be anxious for more than 20 years, you won’t be anxious. No matter how anxious you are, it won’t be a short while!

Wang Ping'an said aloud and said to the old monk: "So you are the abbot of the temple. I was so reverent just now. Don't be surprised!"

Nian Ku quickly put his palms together and said politely: "The little donor is too polite. Monks have never been angry. Even if the little donor beats me with a stick, I will not be surprised. Why not talk about the paper you used to make a square piece just now..."

The one who had been anxious for more than twenty years grabbed Wang Ping'an's sleeve and said bitterly: "I said, "Old host, can you close your mouth and let me finish your words? If you talk a little longer, I won't donate money for sesame oil in the future, so that you can drink the northwest wind!"

Nian Ku frowned and moved his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it out loud, but his face was very dissatisfied!

Wang Ping'an was made by them, and he didn't know who should have heard. When he saw the misunderstanding, he stopped saying a word, and said to the man: "Do you dare to ask what you call me?"

The man grabbed his sleeve tightly and said, "My name is Yin Jiucheng, I live in Luoyang. I am a bookseller. My family is very poor..."

Wang Ping'an looked at his clothes, coarse cloth clothes, rag shoes on his feet, and no socks. He really didn't look like a rich man. However, Nian Ku said, "Donald Yin, if you are a poor man..."

"I'm just a poor man, what's wrong? Okay, you're talking, I won't add sesame oil, go drink the northwest wind!" Yin Jiucheng said with a glaring eyes. His face became faster, and he squeezed out a smile at Wang Ping'an, saying, "That's right. I've been married for more than 20 years. I have twelve wives at home, but so many wives don't give birth to my son, only girls, and they give birth to one after another. They have all given birth to nineteen, and they will get twenty more. Do you think I can't hurry?"

Wang Ping'an was shocked and said, "You have nineteen daughters, why did you give birth to so many?"

"Didn't I want a son, but I just can't give birth!" Yin Jiucheng stomped his feet.

Wang Ping'an was funny in his heart. This was in the Tang Dynasty. If it were in modern times, people who had more than one child would probably have to stay at your home and teach you classes every day!

Ding Danruo and Ke Lianwu were angry while listening. Ding Danruo said, "What's wrong with your daughter? What's wrong with your daughter? Your mother is not a girl. She is also a money-losing product. Then what have you become?"

Wang Ping'an said: "You must not be rude, why do you talk to Brother Yin?" He said in reprimand, but his tone was very gentle, not like blame, but somewhat like encouragement!

"My mother is my mother, you little girl too..." After looking at Ouyang Li, who was fierce and domineering beside her, Yin Jiucheng swallowed his saliva and did not dare to say anything. He turned around and said to Wang Ping'an: "Little brother, can you prescribe medicine to give birth to a son?"

Wang Ping'an thought to himself: "How to give birth to a child is related to your wives, but having children has nothing to do with them, it is related to you! But it is normal to favor boys over girls these days, and there is nothing to be angry about. Isn't it the same in modern times?"

He said, "Since your wife has given birth to children, but they are all girls, it seems that it is not their fault, but you have a fault!" He added in his mind, you have a fault in your head!

Yin Jiucheng shivered and said, "I, I have something wrong? I have nothing wrong. I eat any whip and my health is good. Don't have many wives in my family. I can take care of myself at night..."

Before he finished speaking, the two little girls "snatched" at the same time, and Ouyang Li shouted loudly: "What are you talking nonsense? You must not say these shameless words in front of my master!"

As soon as he got angry, the eight brothers Ouyang outside the hall came to the door together and looked inside. As soon as the boss spoke, they would come in immediately and arrest Yin Jiucheng, throw him wherever he was cool!

Wang Ping'an sighed, "You said you can't meet such a person. It doesn't make sense to reason with him. No matter what you say, it's useless! Since it's useless, why bother to spend this effort?

Wang Ping'an pulled Yin Jiucheng's hand back and said, "I'll give you a pulse and see if you have any hidden diseases!"

"Yes, take my pulse quickly. I have seen a lot of doctors, all of whom are quack doctors. I have to say that I am not sick. If I am not sick, how could it be... It must be that my wives are sick and will only have girls' illnesses!" Yin Jiucheng said authentically.

After taking the pulse for a while, Wang Ping'an showed a horrified expression on his face and said loudly: "Brother Yin, you are sick. Not only are you sick, but you are also terminally ill, and there is no cure!" Isn't you sick? It's a devil disease that my son thought of. Apart from giving birth to a son immediately, this disease would be really impossible to cure!

Yin Jiucheng was shocked and shouted, "What, what, what disease? Will you die? I don't want to die!"

Wang Ping'an sighed and said, "Fortunately you met me, and I gave you the pulse in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva's seat. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to tell that you have this disease. You have kidney deficiency, so you are so weak!"

Yin Jiucheng said in his sweat, "I'm not a shame, I'm so awesome, I can eat any whip!"

"It's because you take all kinds of whips, so you have too much aphrodisiac, which leads to kidney deficiency!" Wang Ping'an said solemnly. He let go of Yin Jiucheng's hand, took the paper on the desk, picked up the pen and wrote a prescription, and said, "After you go home, you can take one dose of this medicine every ten days to relieve your kidney deficiency and give birth to a son in the future!"

Yin Jiucheng grabbed the prescription and looked it anxiously, saying, "Ripe soup, isn't this the name of the dish? It's not a medicine!"

Wang Ping'an prescribed a medicinal recipe for him, called "Si Shen Ginkgo Rib Soup", which is a medicinal food for strengthening the spleen and nourishing the kidneys. Yin Jiucheng is not sick, but he has some kidney deficiency. How can he not have kidney deficiency? He has to take care of so many women at night. The more aphrodisiacs he takes, the more force he will take care of. If the kidney is not weak, then Yin Jiucheng is no longer a human, but a Vajra reincarnation, specializing in the cultivation of the iron pestle magic!

Wang Ping'an said: "This is the medicine. Who told you that pork rib soup is not the medicine? Who told you?"

Yin Jiucheng scratched his head and said, "No one told me!"

Wang Ping'an pointed to the prescription and said, "Look at these medicines, lotus seeds nourish the kidneys, water chestnuts nourish the kidneys and essence, yams are used for spleen and kidney deficiency, coix seeds can promote diuresis and strengthen the spleen, and ginkgo can cure dampness and heat. These medicines are combined and are quite good medicinal food. Use them to stew ribs. If you want to eat sweets, add sugar, and salt to eat salt. Judging from your current symptoms, eating this is just right, delicious, and can cure diseases. Why not do it?"

Yin Jiucheng smiled and said, "Then I'll try it home. I'll eat it once every ten days, right?"

Wang Ping'an nodded, but said, "But there is a key to taking this medicine. Before taking it, you have to take a shower and change your clothes. After serving it, you have to recite the 999 six-character mantra first. This is enough. After taking this medicine, you have to rinse your mouth with clear water, and then recite the 999 six-character mantra again, which is enough!"

When the two little girls heard Wang Ping'an say this, they laughed. Their young master was playing tricks again, but this guy should have repaired it properly. He said that his daughter is a money-losing product, so who would he repair if he didn't repair it?

Yin Jiucheng was stunned for a while and said blankly: "Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra, what kind of mantra is that!"

Before Wang Ping'an could speak, he was anxious and said angrily: "Donor Yin, for the past twenty years, you have come to my White Horse Temple every year. I thought you were so pious, but when you face Guanyin Bodhisattva, you don't even know the Six-Syllable Mantra. It's so...ah!"

This six-character mantra is actually the six-character mantra, which is the six-character mantra on the Five Elements Mountain that cannot be suppressed by Sun Wukong!

Wang Ping'an pointed at Yin Jiucheng and said heartbrokenly: "No wonder you can't give birth to a son. You are not sincere. You don't even know the Six-Syllable Mantra. I'll tell you that it's Om Mani Pame Hum. Remember, don't recite it wrong. Do what I said, be sincere when reciting it, and ensure that you have a son!"

Yin Jiucheng muttered, afraid of forgetting it. After a while, he said, "Then I'll go back first!" He was sweating all over the head and wanted to go out.

Wang Ping'an called him and said, "You're leaving now. I'll say you're not sincere! The Bodhisattva is above. Shouldn't you add some sesame oil to his eternal lamp?"

Yin Jiucheng came to his senses and said, "It should be, I will add five slogans..." Seeing Wang Ping'an shook his head and looked contemptuous, he quickly changed his words and said, "Fifty slogans... This is a lot, then, that is five hundred slogans... Alas, this is too much!"

His face turned green with heartache, and he said to Nian Ku: "I will ask someone to send it to you tomorrow, it will be a discount!" He shook his head and sighed out of the hall.

Nian was waiting for him to leave, and then he said to Wang Ping'an: "For more than twenty years, donor Yin donated money and property donated in my White Horse Temple, but there were no 500 stakes in total. Today, the little donor was inspired by the Bodhisattva and wrote less than 500 words, so he asked him to donate 500 stakes. Every word is like gold!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Maybe it's because of the tight stuff. If you have money, you will spend more. If you don't have money, you will spend less. It's all about your intentions. Bodhisattvas will not be surprised!"

He said with a bitter sigh, looking at Wang Ping'an, and said, "He is tight? Little donor, do you know who he is? He is the richest man in Luoyang City! You heard that he is just a bookseller, but in fact he printed books for the royal family. Not only carved paper, but also made paper. Even the paper used by the emperor today is made by his workshop! Three of the ten books printed by our Tang Dynasty are from his family!"

Wang Ping'an was shocked and said, "Then he felt sorry for donating 500 stakes, and he was still wearing poor clothes. Why is this?"

This really corresponds to the saying, be generous, be generous, the poorer the bigger the poorer, the richer the smaller the!

Ouyang Li smiled and said, "I want to keep the money for my daughters as a dowry. He has nineteen daughters. If he gives birth to another one, he will get enough twenty!"

He chanted Amitabha Buddha bitterly, looked at Wang Ping'an, and suddenly laughed, saying, "Little donor, do you know why donor Yin was a little distracted when he left just now?"

Wang Ping'an raised his eyebrows and waited for him to explain himself.

Sure enough, Nian Ku said, "The little donor thought he was begging for a child, but the female family in the family was not pregnant yet? In fact, one of his concubines is already pregnant for more than nine months. Whether this 20th child is a man or a woman, it will be known in the next few days!"

Wang Ping'an said, thinking: "Oh no, I told him to recite Om Mani Pame Hum, and take some medicinal food to protect his son. But I didn't expect that his wife would be pregnant long ago, and her childbirth period was only a few days... This is a hurry!"

Nian smiled bitterly and said, "I said the little donor has a Buddha's fate, but you don't believe it. If he still gave birth to a daughter, then even if I misjudged the person, but if he gave birth to a son, wouldn't it prove that you really have a Buddha's fate? Do you dare to say that you have not received enlightenment from a Bodhisattva?"

He raised his eyes to the Buddha statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva and said, "There is a Bodhisattva who testifies, little donor, what else do you have to say?"

Wang Ping'an shook his sleeves and said unhappily: "Host, why do you insist that I have a Buddhist connection? How do you see that I have a Buddhist connection? Could it be that there is a circle behind my head, which is still shining?"

I took a finger at the gate in front of the hall and said, "The little donor can tell the equality of all beings from the name on the door. Unless someone told you in advance, if you saw it yourself, you will have a deep understanding of Buddhist principles! When I was young, I also saw the profound meaning before coming to this hall, so my mentor took me into the gate, and I converted to my Buddha from then on. The little donor is doing what I did today, just like me, but you don't listen to me and you are still greedy for the world. This is not like me!"

Wang Ping'an was so angry that he laughed and said, "Is it because I looked at the door frame like you, so I have to become a monk like you? There is no such thing in the world!"

Nianku picked up the paper on the desk, sighed, and said, "I heard from the little donor's accent, he is from Xuzhou. Xuzhou is really a talented person. The two people who have a great connection with Buddhism this year are actually from Xuzhou!"

He turned the paper over, and there was a statue of Guanyin printed on the back of the paper.

Nian Ku said again: "A few days ago, a monk returned to Chang'an from Xuzhou and passed by our temple. He once told me that he was a man. Although he was young, he was inspired by the Buddha, which cured the monk's ear disease. At that time, the monk wanted to persuade him to convert to my Buddha, but the man refused. Because the man's fame was too great, the monk knew that he could not convince him, so he had to return to Chang'an, hoping to practice hard for a few years, study Buddhism more, and then go back to Xuzhou to convince the man..."

The more Wang Ping'an heard, the more something was wrong. Before he could finish speaking, he asked, "Is the eminent monk you mentioned Hui Zheng from Inspiration Temple?"
Chapter completed!