The little monk thanked him vigorously, and when he looked up, he happened to see Yin Suwen frowning, although he was dressed in a man's attire, he did not hide his beauty at all, but he had a different feeling of being out of the ordinary. He secretly thought in his heart that this female benefactor was beautiful and kind, which was completely different from what the brothers in the temple said about the red face and trouble, and blurted out her debut without paying attention.

"The female benefactor is really good-looking!"

Before the words fell, a crisp sound was heard, and then the top of his head sank, and he was slammed by something.

"Ha, it's really not a good monk. The female benefactor is also something you can peek at casually! Look at you begging! ”

Nanzhu wanted to reach out and fight again, but was stopped by Yin Suwen, who was crying and laughing on the side.

"Zhu'er don't be naughty, he's just an ignorant child, don't scare him."

"That's it, it's still this female Bodhisattva who is right, why are girls always fierce."

The little monk grimaced at Nanzhu, scratched his head embarrassedly, and smiled at Yin Su.

"Amitabha! The female Bodhisattva is not strange, the little monk is a person who has never seen the world, the first time he followed his uncle down the mountain, and it is inevitable to be kind to see the benefactor's face, if there is any verbal offense, I hope to forgive my sins! ”

Seeing that he apologized and immediately closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, it sounded like a mantra to clear his heart, Yin Suwen was not angry, and patted him on the shoulder to show relief.

"Okay, it's not that serious, it's out of the way. What is the name of the little master, I just heard you say that you entered the city with your uncle and ancestor, why are you the only one left here to be bullied by this gangster? ”

"The little monk came from Yunju Temple, and the name of the law was round. Today, I accompanied my uncle and ancestor into the city to teach and preach the scriptures, and I was originally responsible for transporting food and drinking water, but because of the limited number of believers who listened to the scriptures due to the difficulty of the mountain roads, the number of believers who listened to the scriptures far exceeded expectations, so I couldn't supply them for a while. Uncle Shi and his old man are still in Tianshui Square at the moment, and they haven't even had to drink saliva for two hours, which is the sin of the little monk. ”

"Yunju Temple? You said you came from Yunju Temple? ”

"Yes, if the monks don't speak, how can they deceive the female bodhisattva."

"Yunju Temple is also related to me, the little master doesn't have to be so polite, just call me by my name in the future, there is no need to be a female Bodhisattva."

Hearing that he was from Yunju Temple, Yin Su asked him to be more cordial and felt that he should do something for them. Immediately, ignoring Nanzhu's reluctance, she was transferred to take the little monk to the mansion to get food and water, and quietly stuffed some silver in Nanzhu's hands before leaving, so as not to make the kitchen a difficult snob like Jin Wangba.

Finally sent the two who were fighting and fighting very hard, and Yin Suwen turned back to the house to get freshly brewed tea and pastries and went to the square first. According to the little monk, the respected uncle should be tired at this moment, and it will be unknown how long it will be until their people have transported all the food and drink to the square.

The tea is brewed by Yin Suwen himself, one point of pear blossom white plus one point of peach blossom red and three points of Jun bamboo buds, named 'Chukong'. Pear blossoms and peach blossoms must be the petals of the first three months without variegation, with the same period last year's Jun bamboo into the flavor, and finally with the first spring snow of the new year turned into rootless water brewing, leaving the third tea soup to drink.

She went to resupply first, and by the way, she was a little selfish. The uncle who came to preach the scriptures must be familiar with Xinche as a great virtue in the temple, and he forgot to ask him how his injuries were last time, maybe he can find out a thing or two from the mouth of this uncle and ancestor.

After leaving the country for a hundred years, there has been a tradition of worshipping the Buddha since ancient times, and worshipping the Buddha has become a custom for many years in the DPRK and China. It was only in the first year of the ancestral dynasty that he was accidentally implicated due to an unhearable palace secret, and the incense was gradually extinguished under a holy decree. Fortunately, the Buddha has not broken the people's aspirations, after two generations, when the Empress Dowager re-established Buddhism as the state religion, Buddhism in the past two years has finally gradually reappeared.

The road leading to the square was full of people, and the bustling crowd rushed towards the position of the pulpit, and people from outside the city joined one after another. Some of them walked alone in their dresses, some in groups of twos and threes, and some came with their families to support the old and the young, and each of them had the same pious yearning on their faces.

Gradually, the sound of the Buddha drum and chime bell came, and the closer to the square, the noise became smaller and the fragrance of the Buddha became heavier, and the surrounding streets were also filled with believers who were sitting or bowing.

Yin Suwen stood on tiptoe and looked at the pulpit in the center for a long time, wanting to see where the senior uncle was, but the crowd in front of him almost completely obscured his vision. In desperation, he first carefully checked the food box to make sure that it was not crowded by the crowd, and then took a deep breath and squeezed it into the center step by step.

At that time, she did not understand the faith and did not love the Dharma, and although her mother was once a Buddhist layman, Buddhist scriptures and other things did not appeal to her. After that, her mother passed away, and she broke with her father until she met Zhang Shaoqing, and she personally felt the so-called fate again and again, and she became more convinced of her own thoughts, there is no Buddha or god in this world who can save anyone.

Later, Xinche appeared, when she had nothing. She began to be willing to try to accept and change a little bit, so the closer she got to the mystic sound, the more warm she felt, as if she wanted to struggle to grow a new self from the old shell.

After a long time, Yin Suwen felt more and more that he was a person in the red dust, and there was not much he could do, so he could only find such an opportunity to work hard little by little to do something for the people in Buddhism, just to repay his kindness or accumulate blessings for his mother.

After a while, I finally walked to the innermost layer of the crowd of onlookers, and the range within this place was already the center of the square, and all the lay disciples were meditating and listening to the precepts and chanting sutras, and their vision was much broader.

Although it is an ordinary dojo of compassion, the grandeur can still be seen in the court's intentions. The whole square inside and outside are all newly decorated, the heavy altar rises five layers, burns holy incense, places bells and drums, and has 18 bronze Arhat Buddha statues on both sides. In addition, there are many good men and women around to bring offerings, for a while the banner incense curtain continues, solemn and solemn but also add a bit of human cordiality.

Yin Suwen observed the situation around the square with great interest, and silently prayed 'Amitabha' in his heart, which coincided with the sixth sound of the bell and drum, and the second paragraph of the lecture officially began. The surrounding believers instantly fell silent, leaving only the voice of a single person in the center of the pulpit. The voice seemed strange and familiar, and Yin Suwen, who followed everyone's gaze, was instantly stunned. The monk who preached the scriptures was none other than Xinche, who had not been seen for a few days.