At noon, Wangcai and I rode an electric tricycle and just entered the village when we met Jingxian, who was riding a bicycle and was about to go to the temple, and saw that Wangcai and I had just entered the village. He stopped the car and talked to me: "Why isn't Uncle Jingxian in the temple?

"Oh, I'll go home and get some food, the spinach in the yard is up, come back and cut some hot noodles for noon. What are you doing here?"

"I went to the county seat, I had nothing to play, and I was annoyed at home for a while. "Wangcai Road.

"Isn't the temple busy lately?" I said casually, looking up to see Jing Xian's face was ugly, and his eyes were black like pandas.

"It's not so busy during the Chinese New Year, I don't know what's going on. I really expected to go to the temple to be more formal, but I never expected ......".

Jingxian sighed and said the recent situation of entering the temple. In the first few days, the temple was safe and sound, the pilgrims had no water, Jingxian helped him pour some hot water, and he was very thoughtful about what he needed to take care of. The little living Buddha plays in the main hall of the temple, and after the pilgrims worship the three Qings, they go to the back of the Buddha statue to ask for what they want. In the back, the small living Buddha has a table, a chair, and a bed. And the things he loves to play.

After asking about the things requested, the pilgrim put down the offerings he brought and put incense money in the merit box, which was somewhat voluntary, but often he sent out the pilgrims in the form of respectful and virtuous clothes, and he would see how much money the pilgrims put in. In fact, people also inquired about each other, and there was no less than ten yuan, only more than less.

How many pilgrims can be received every day, is not fixed, when the little living Buddha is asked if he is bored, asked or the little guy is unhappy, he can't say it well. Jingxian can't help it, he can only use both soft and hard to work normally. Second, the questions asked by the pilgrims are complex or not. Some pilgrims did not know what to do, and turned around a lot of things, only to return to the same place. That Jingxian had no choice but to follow.

After rounding up and summarizing it into one or two questions, I went to ask the little living Buddha and then got an answer. In this way, it is a waste of time, and sometimes when you meet a master like this, you can delay three or four simple inquiries.

After the Chinese New Year this year, it seems that the little living Buddha has a much stronger language expression ability and can say more words than before. This made Jing Xian strange that he didn't have such a performance a year ago. The little living Buddha has made progress, but there are not many pilgrims.

It was also dark one day in these days, all the pilgrims were sent away, and he used a broom to clean the courtyard of the temple. The woman he married later, who was also the sister of her original wife, kept saying that he had a habit of cleanliness. Wash pots and pans, clothes or something, and get it endlessly. The inner shirts on the body are mostly washed, not worn, and they are reluctant to buy good laundry detergent, and the inside is pure caustic soda, and the clothes are not burned.

After finishing the yard, sweep away the incense ash on the incense case, wipe the incense case spotlessly with a rag, remove the offerings on it, put it aside and pack it, and prepare to get it for the big white peach again. Then from the small opening under the merit box, light up the pilgrims and the incense money left behind and put them in a safe place.

He was looking down when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing into the courtyard, and the candle on the incense table was almost not extinguished. Jingxian didn't care, the wind in the spring was normal. But he always felt that someone had come in, so he hurriedly put the money away, and walked to the front of the Sanqing Buddha statue from behind, and when he looked up, there was a white-haired old woman with a cane standing on the steps of the courtyard at the entrance of the temple.

At that time, Jing Xian was stunned, what are you doing so late? You came in and said that you were silent, and your pure heart scared me to death! At that time, Jing Xian lost his good face: "Let's go, let's go, it's too late today, I will talk about something tomorrow." ”

The old lady didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, but sat on the steps, which made Jingxian very annoyed: "What's the matter? I didn't hear what I said, didn't I? I'll let you go!"

Unexpectedly, the old lady smiled coldly and said: "My lonely wife has been here for hundreds of years, and no one has bombarded me, you have only been here for a few days, and you want to drive me away!

"You old thing is talking nonsense, isn't it, this is a temple, how many generations of your family have lived in the temple? It's been hundreds of years? Don't bother to talk, this temple doesn't accept outsiders, hurry up! Don't let me be rough in the pure land of Buddhism!" Jingxian was indeed a little angry.

The old lady stood up and wanted to say something to Xiao Jingxian, but the little kung fu living Buddha jumped out and asked, "Grandpa, are you...... Are you arguing...... What's ...... Mih?"

Jing Xian just wanted to reply, but the little living Buddha saw the ghost old lady in the courtyard at a glance, and he cried with a wow, and he didn't know what he was talking about. The old lady was also shocked when she saw the little living Buddha, and her face changed greatly. Jingxian only cared about coaxing the little living Buddha to go, persuaded the little living Buddha into the temple house, and when he didn't cry and came out to see, there was still an old lady there?

Jingxian took a flashlight and searched all over the yard but there was no one, so he closed the temple door and turned off the lights to rest.

But from that day on, the strange old lady appeared in the dark every day, but she didn't say anything, just sat on the steps and looked at Jing Xian coldly. But she has a weakness, as long as she sees the little living Buddha, it will be empty. This made Jingxian puzzled.

The first two nights were fine, and then, as soon as he went to bed, the old lady sat on the edge of his bed, staring at him with a vicious eye. I often wake up in the middle of the night, but when I open my eyes, there is nothing.

As long as she seems to be asleep, the old lady is there. He couldn't sleep for half the night, and he felt that the old lady was a dirty thing. These days have almost worn him down, entertaining pilgrims during the day, and competing with this old lady at night, no matter what, he can't hold on.

The most annoying thing is that he introduced two pairs of little fragrant pigs from Sichuan, and one died inexplicably, and he couldn't recover for several days because of his distress. The little fragrant pig was introduced after spending nearly 3,000 or 4,000, and everyone signed a contract to recover the piglet. Jingxian said that the kind of small fragrant pig is about 20 catties at the largest, and it is specially used for roasting whole pigs in large restaurants.

When the time comes, you want to feed it and it will not grow, it is the kind of unique breed, recycling small fragrant pig seedlings, six or seven pounds of one, a small pig more than a thousand, a litter of piglets is generally twelve or thirteen, one to two litters a year, two pairs of how much money can be earned in a year?

That morning when he went to feed, he saw the little pig dead in the pen, and the little pig's head was twisted off by something, and the death was so pitiful that he almost cried on the spot. He thought about it, maybe it had something to do with the old lady.

After listening to Jingxian's chatter, Wangcai and I couldn't help but chuckle in our hearts, I didn't think that this terrible thing was making trouble in the temple again, I comforted Jingxian a few words, don't let him worry too much. In two days, Wangcai and I went to the temple to have a look, and in addition, she was afraid of the little living Buddha, so she asked him to resist first.