Grandma Du Du Niang watched several of them appear in tears, and the worship of Master Xile was even more endless.

There is a story about the meal, the food of the Shanshui Temple is particularly delicious, and even with a little fairy spirit, the waiting crowd eats the food sent down cleanly, and there are many people who have brought a lot of food to the family members who have not been able to come.

After lunch, Du Xiaoxi shrank in Du Niang's arms for a nap, and was woken up by Du Niang in a daze, only to find that he had changed places.

The empty land, with the smell of freshly turned dirt, hundreds of people sat on futons and waited reverently for something.

The venue of the puja is not in the Sansan Temple, but in the valley where Master Xile chose to practice in the mountains behind the Sanshui Temple. The place where they were was was in a clearing in the valley that had just been harvested.

The pilgrims sat together as families, and the rows at the front of the crowd were obviously much richer, and even the occasional lady of a wealthy family could be seen through the cracks, surrounded by layers of girls.

The Great Shang Dynasty is open to the people, and the men and women have not yet arrived just because they have glanced at you in the crowd, and the innocent festival has been a passerby since then. The Great Shang Dynasty had many grasslands in the north, mountainous areas in the southeast, and the famous mountain plains in the southwest. What kind of landscape, what kind of people to raise, among the three major territories, only the mountains and plains have many rules, and other areas are quite similar to the Tang Dynasty.

Although the ladies and ladies of those self-proclaimed big families don't want to sit with their group of peddlers, pawns, and villagers, Master Xile is not the host of the Shanshui Temple who can meet him by paying more money for sesame oil. If I don't come this time, I won't know what the Year of the Monkey is next time.

The Master of Joy finally appeared in anticipation of everyone.

The black, thin, bald monk, with a few patches on his robe, was wrapped around his thin body, empty as if a gust of wind could blow people away.

There is no fairy wind bone, and there is no Buddha light shining.

Du Xiaoxi looked at the still pious Grandma Du and Du Niang, as well as the believers everywhere, with black lines on her face, and felt the malice of the heavens.

Master Shenmada, shouldn't it be at least no worse than Fahai?

What about the sparkling golden robe, the white eyebrows, and the infinite wisdom of the master?

Is this the image of the swollen?

Master Joy walked to the front futon and sat down, without an opening statement, and started directly**.

"Today's old man explained the 'solar terms' for all the donors, the spring rain shocked the spring and the valley sky, and the summer was full of mangs and summer and summer were connected. Autumn dew, autumn frost, winter snow and snow and winter small and big cold. The Twelve Hours Are One Day"

In the following hour, Master Xile explained the relationship between the 24 solar terms and farming without stopping. What to do in what solar terms, how to catch the frost when the frost comes in the early autumn, how to prevent the crops from freezing to death when the spring is cold, what insects are born in the rice, and what kind of herbs are used to kill insects.

After the topics with the nature of popular science, except for the rich and noble people in the first few rows who couldn't understand it, the Zhuang people here were simply fascinated by it, and they only hated that they couldn't write, otherwise they would write down the master's words word by word as family heirlooms.

I feel that the Master of Joy knows so much! It feels like the Master of Joy is taller than the old tricks in the village! Master Joy said that we must give it a try!

The master of joy incarnated as a planter, and the work of a few words convinced the farmers.

Daddy Du sat cross-legged on the futon with a shy stomach, and the worship of Master Joy in his heart rose to the peak. I heard that Master Xile talked yesterday about how to prevent and rescue the pests of insects and snakes, and he must ask someone who has heard about it when he goes back, it is simply very useful.

Buddhism flourished in the Shang Dynasty, and there were countless monks. The monks of the Great Shang Dynasty were not traditionally a single monk who promoted Buddhism, but included a wide range of schools. The ancient Buddhist school, the medical school, the literary school, the agricultural school, the labor school, the Shang school and even the official school unique to the Great Shang Dynasty.

In addition to the traditional ancient Buddhist school, the people of these schools may not have a deep understanding of the Dharma as a certain old woman who is dedicated to Buddha. But they are definitely second only to the royal family in the minds of the people.

Master Joy is a wild monk who suddenly rose many years ago.

However, ever since Master Joy came into the royal spotlight, the seven major factions have been claiming that Master Joy is from the same origin.

The people of the medical school said that the master of joy would prevent the plague, and naturally he was the medical school; A few days later, Master Xile gave the sesame oil money given to him by the believers to the poor people, and the ancient Buddhist and Shang sects shouted that Master Xile was in the same group with them, and the same 'if you are poor, you will benefit all sentient beings, and if you are good, you will help the world'; after Master Xile and the farmers in the fields had several exchange meetings, the peasant sect was not far behind, this is a proper agricultural master! After the incident of the mountain waterway appeared, the labor faction shouted even more, such a tall and tall water conservancy project should belong to their labor faction! If it weren't for the fact that Master Xile couldn't play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the wild grass with a personality that he really couldn't take out, the Xile Master would have become the leader of the literary school long ago. Among the seven major factions, only the people of the official faction are secretly waiting for Master Xile to be knighted by the emperor and be with them.

An hour's lecture on agriculture, Du Xiaoxi, who lived in a small county town in his previous life, except for his own hawthorn orchard, listened to it with relish, not to mention the old farmers who soaked in the field every day, one by one shouted that time passed too fast, and Master Xile said more.

After Master Joy finished speaking, he left without any nostalgia.

In vain, everyone looked at the thin back and drooled.

The master left, and the little monk in his early sevens, who had just stood next to the master, stepped forward.

"Amitabha, the donors will rest first, and the master will start to receive the destined people after a quarter of an hour. If you want to meet the master's benefactor, please come with the monk. ”

The little monk's words fell, and all the people appeared in front of him one by one.

They have all inquired, and Master Joy can find someone through the curtain. We are so simple, we must be destined for the master.

The little monk chanted Buddha to the crowd and led the way towards a row of houses in the distance. Walking to the front of the house, everyone subconsciously relaxed their steps and stood aside in an orderly manner.

When the little monk saw that everyone was standing in rows, he led the first row of people to stand in front of the room with bamboo curtains.

The wooden fish knocked on everyone's heart, and after ten sounds, the person who knocked on the wooden fish stopped, and the little monk motioned for the people in the first row to leave. The light in the eyes of the people standing in the first row was extinguished, and none of them were recognized as destined by Master Joy.

More than 500 people, more than 10 people in a row, a total of 50 rows.

People from all walks of life came, the first few rows were all official and wealthy families surrounded by slaves, and Du Xiaoxi's family stood near the last rows.