The eighth day of the lunar month.

Gangneung City, Meisan Temple.

The morning light is like gold, sweeping the cloud platform lightly, and the lintel is carefully described. Under the plum mountain, the carriages and horses are sparkling, and the pilgrims are like weaving. Literati, tourists, and merchants from all walks of life poured into the temple in an endless stream.

Laba Festival is the day of the Buddha's enlightenment, every year on this day, Meishan Temple will widely distribute Buddha porridge, promote the Dharma and benefit the living, and the good men and women of Gangneung will also come to burn incense and pray for blessings.

"In the early summer of Yiyang, the millet is boiled for porridge and beans. Yingji fragrant and delicately floating, stacks of fruits and vegetables gathered. Taste the good products of the Shamen, and the Shamen is passed on to the lotus torch. At the right time, the Buddha should be dedicated to his heart, and he silently wishes the golden light to help the people. The sound of chanting came from the Daxiong Treasure Hall, swaying like snow petals in the wind, gently drifting into the plum garden on the east side of the temple.

At this time, it is the season of snow and frost. However, for some reason, the plum trees in the garden are either rough or skinny, and none of them have budded. Without the fragrance of Ye Mei, the snow everywhere is doubly cold, and the people standing in the sparse forest are also lonely.

Lin Zhengxuan looked down at his bloated green padded jacket, and suddenly felt that he had made a mistake.

He should wear a flowing green shirt and cloud robe, pull a topaz belt, tie a purple and gold crown, hang a seven-star horizontal frost sword at his waist, and put the scenery of Ruixue and cold plums behind his back, maybe he can bluff a certain little novice to change his mind.

Of course, that premise is that God gives face, and he also has money. ==

The monks under the plum tree are dressed in blue sea, their faces are like jade, their skin is deceitful and snowy, their phoenix eyes are slightly drooping, and their thin lips are tightly pursed. The long eyebrows and eyelashes are stained with fine salt-like snow grits, and a red five-petal plum blossom blooms brightly on the forehead.

Even though he stood there with a dignified and solemn appearance and an unstained body, he looked like a demon monk with this face that caused people to hit trees when he went out

The demon monk hung his head and stared at the ground at this time, and only stingily gave Lin Zhengxuan a smooth and round braincase.

"Mei Xue, I know your tongue is already healed, can't you talk to me normally?"

"Donor, the little monk's name is Wumei."

"Okay, little master Wumei, do you really plan to cut off the six purifications of the red dust, the green lantern ancient Buddha?"

"Yes."

Lin Zhengxuan immediately took out a pot of daughter red from behind his waist, opened the plug and sniffed it vigorously, looking intoxicated: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Yin Meixue: ""

The other party took out a package of roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper from his arms, tore off a yellow and oily chicken thigh, and gnawed it beautifully: "Smell familiar, right?" I bought it from the widow of the king of Luofeng Street, and she still remembers you. ”

Yin Meixue: ""

"Oh yes, I still have Miss Zimu, Miss Taoran, Miss Ah Sheng, and cough, a love letter from Yan Qiu Gongzi to you."

Yin Meixue: "How do you know it's a love letter?" Opened the letter and read it? ”

"Am I that kind of person? It's all blown by too much wind."

“”

Yin Meixue sighed, clasped her hands together and called out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the fate of the dust is over, there is no need to force it, Lord Lin should please go back." With that, he turned and walked into the depths of the sparse Merlin.

What a fart! You can resist so many temptations, Yin Meixue, why don't you become a Buddha immediately? Lin Zhengxuan threw his face into the snow and raised his heel.

"Why did the donor follow the little monk?"

"I don't know the way."

"Where is the donor going?"

"In your heart."

"Amitabha, although monks can't beat people, poor monks don't mind breaking your vows once."

"Little master, don't be impulsive! I'm going to drink laba porridge! ”

"Please go to the dining hall to get the porridge, turn left when you go out, turn left and turn left again, and don't send it if you go."

"Isn't that coming back again? You use me as a swallow and fool me! ”

There was already a long queue of people receiving Buddha porridge in front of the hall, and Yin Meixue threw him there and went to the front hall. As the mascot in the temple, Master Wumei is very busy.

It is said that since someone became a monk in Meishan Temple, the incense in the temple has been particularly vigorous, especially the female guests who come to the incense, more than twice as many as before.

Everyone knows that Master Wumei doesn't like to talk, but as long as he stops next to the merit box, the sesame oil money will rise day by day, and the abbot will soon enshrine him as the king of many treasures.

Lin Zhengxuan queued in the queue for a long time, and finally received a bowl of laba porridge.

The porridge in this temple is boiled with lotus seeds, red dates, barley, cloud beans, ginkgo seeds, millet rice, sugar, peanuts and eight kinds of things.

The dining hall was already overcrowded, so Lin Zhengxuan took the bowl and found a corner to drink. As soon as the steaming Buddha porridge entered the stomach, the whole person became warm.

"Alas", but the heart is still cold.

That night, Yin Mei bit her tongue and sought death, but fortunately, she was treated in time and did not die. But after this person woke up, he became extremely depressed, because he had a wound on his tongue and couldn't speak, Lin Zhengxuan didn't dare to say more, and took care of him silently for two months along the way.

Lin Daxia was aggrieved, he bought a brother who had a crush on him for three thousand taels, but he ran away before he could get hot!

"Amitabha, why does the donor sigh when he drinks such a sweet porridge?" An old voice came from the other side of the corner.

Lin Zhengxuan poked his head and found that it was a leper monk leaning against the wall.

The monk was very old, his face was wrinkled like cracked yellow earth, and a pair of white eyebrows hung down to his ears, and his two big ears hung down to his shoulders. Dressed in a dirty apricot yellow monk's robe and covered with a dusty cotton jacket, he was squinting lazily basking in the sun, occasionally putting his hand into his arms and catching out one or two lice and releasing them

The strange thing is that although this monk is sloppy, there is not the slightest stench on his body, but exudes a light sandalwood fragrance. The breath is also extraordinarily long and hidden, if he doesn't make a sound, Lin Zhengxuan won't be aware of this person at all.

Damn, I've met a legendary master like the Shaolin sweeping monk.

Lin Zhengxuan asked curiously: "Master, do you want to be released?" ”

The old monk was kind and kind, nodded with a smile, and stretched out a hand in front of his face: "Five taels once." ”

Lin Zhengxuan: ""

"That's it, it's skillful and convenient, and the porridge in your hand will do the same."

The eaves ice melted, and the curtain fell like tears.

Under the moss-half-stained wall, Lin Daxia watched his porridge enter the other party's stomach.

"Young people are bewitched by love, aren't they?" The old monk rubbed his mouth with his oily sleeves.

"Yes, yes, how do you know?"

"If you are trapped by money, the old man has no problem, and the poor monks have been poor all their lives, and they don't think of recruiting children."

“”

The old monk said slowly: "The little donor should tell me how he met that girl first, right?" ”

"He's not a girl."

"Tsk, broken sleeves?"

"How so? In the past, he broke me constantly, but now I break him constantly, and now he wants to break with me, but I don't want to break with him, anyway, it is constantly broken, and it seems to be broken."

The old monk frowned, pondered for a long time before saying, "Why don't the poor monks spit out the porridge back for you?" ”

Lin Zhengxuan: ""

"You people in the red dust just love to make things complicated, all you have a conscience, do you like that person?"

Lin Zhengxuan held his cheeks and asked in a slurred manner: "Actually, I don't know much, what does it mean to like?" ”

"Don't say." The old monk shook his head, "If you can say it clearly, you won't be embarrassed." ”

"I can't figure it out, how can the same man have a love for him? Is this a disease? ”

"The beauty and ugliness are all white bones under the skin, but what is the difference between men and women, old and young?" The old monk pointed to the wall, "If you really belong to it, he will turn into a tree, and you like it." ”

Lin Zhengxuan raised his head, and saw a thin plum branch poking over the wall, trembling gently in the cold wind and snow.

Yes, if Yin Meixue was a woman, would he still hesitate at that time?

What I am afraid of in my heart is nothing more than the world, the world, and the world. That's why I will escape, I will deceive myself, and I will think that I really don't like it and can really let it go. It wasn't until that person bit his tongue and committed suicide, cut off the green silk, and stood outside the red dust and refused to turn around anymore Lin Zhengxuan suddenly woke up, it turned out that he couldn't bear this kind of loss, which was worse than losing three thousand taels!

"But master, his heart is now like ashes, and he has become a monk in your temple, how can I redeem it?"

The old monk coughed, not seeing that this thing was here to dig the foot of the wall.

"This old man wants to ask, which monk in our temple is the little benefactor talking about?"

"He also just came here, and his law name is Wumei."

"What! You're the prodigal who harassed my disciple?! ”

"Holy! You're the immoral abbot who shaved him?! ”

******

Yin Meixue was watched like a monkey all day, cleaned the front hall and went to evening classes, and when she returned to the monk's house, she was physically and mentally exhausted.

He used to think that being a monk should be an idle errand, but he didn't expect that this monk would get up early and rest late, chant sutras and worship the Buddha, and his feet would not touch the ground when he was busy.

But it's better to be busy, lest he have nothing to do and is always cranky.

As the mascot of Meishan Temple, he was fortunate to have a single dormitory. A quiet Zen room, a simple single bedding, a square wooden table, and a lonely lamp. Sitting alone, silent and hanging.

- "Little Master Wumei, do you really plan to cut off the six purifications of the red dust, the green lantern ancient Buddha, and live this life? ”

The man's eyebrows were covered with snow, and his eyes burned with worry, as if he was looking at an insurmountable moat, an unsolvable puzzle.

Yin Meixue has known Lin Zhengxuan for so long, and she has never seen him worry about anything. This person is quick-witted, sneaky-hearted, martial arts is the weakest of the four wolves in the rivers and lakes, but his brain is the most bright, no matter how many difficulties and dangers he encounters, he can solve them with ease, but today he even made stinky chess and planted it in his own hands.

He smiled and shook his head, turned off the lights and went to bed, and fell asleep.

How can everything be solved by wisdom? Let's see what moth that guy will come up with tomorrow to provoke him.

Someone suddenly knocked on the door outside the house: "Master Wumei, are you asleep?" ”

Yin Meixue rolled over: "I'm asleep." ”

Lin Zhengxuan: ""

After a while, there was a faint sound of flute outside.

The sound of the flute was like crying and complaining, sad and mournful, and I don't know if the person who played the flute died at the age of three, or lost his mother at the age of four

A monk next door slammed the wall: "Wumei, don't blow the flute at night." ”

Yin Meixue gritted her teeth and got out of bed, opened the door and dragged someone under the wall into the room.

Lin Zhengxuan solemnly dusted the corner of his torn cotton jacket: "The little master has something to say, don't move your hands and feet, it's easy to misunderstand when you see it." ”

Yin Meixue took a deep breath and silently recited "Don't kill" countless times before she could be considered "calm" to speak: "Amitabha, the donor is visiting late at night, what's the matter?" ”

"I'm here to ask for a debt." Lin Zhengxuan sat down at the table with Erlang's legs crossed and lit the candle. "When will the three thousand taels that Master Wumei owes me back?"

A penny can still stump a hero, and three thousand taels is enough to crush Yin Meixue.

He suddenly became entangled: Will he be killed if he steals the merit box?

Someone looked at him with a smile: "Of course, I'm not an unreasonable person. If the little master is short of money, it is possible to repay the money and debts. ”

"Amitabha." Yin Meixue closed her eyes and folded her eyes, her expression was indifferent, "Donor, please respect yourself, please roll right when you go out, remember to bring it to the door, thank you." ”