1. Beautiful face

Tan Miaofan came out of the prison, raised his head to usher in a touch of wetness, he picked up his sleeves and wiped his face, thinking that this expensive spring rain had finally come, and he was unhappy for the villagers who lived near Kinkakuji Temple.

Favored by the Buddha, it is good.

"Little Master Miaofan, sesame oil money."

The cell boss Zhang Sai gave Tan Miaofan a few copper coins, with a little treacherous smile on his oily face, and then two more officials came out, carrying a stretcher, the things on the stretcher were wrapped in a broken straw mat, and only a pair of black feet were exposed.

Sesame oil money. It sounds nice, but it's just a skin pulled from a dead man.

The officials carried the corpses directly out of the prison wall, and Tan Miaofan heard the sharp cries and shouts, and it was not difficult to imagine how the outside was crying and grabbing the ground.

Hearing this, Tan Miaofan didn't even glance over there, looked down at the copper plate in his palm, and weighed it. He frowned, and said to Lao Zhang with hesitation: "These ......"

Lao Zhang didn't wait for him to say the three words "too little", so he hugged his shoulders affectionately, and took the lead in crying out bitterly: "Oh, little master Miaofan, you don't know, just these few dollars, or I paid out of my own pocket." Just now, the man was sick, and I asked his family to pay for a doctor to come to the prison for treatment, but his family was so poor that they couldn't even open the pot, how could they afford to see a doctor! They are prisoners, we are cell bosses, there is no reason to heal him, right? I also complained that the disease came in a hurry, and people went in only three days. That's what you have to do. You know that my old Zhang is a person, and he is definitely not the master who loves to take advantage, and he can't let you do this scene in vain, but there are only these copper plates on his body, don't be too little. ”

Lao Zhang made a preemptive move, and Tan Miaofan had no choice but to suffer this dumb loss, put away the copper plate, and made a Buddhist salute to him: "Thank you, donor." ”

"What's polite to me, I'll keep such a good errand for you in the future, when Master Dingzen was still alive...... Lao Zhang pulled the family routine, and sent Tan Miaofan out.

Tan Miaofan listened carefully on the surface, and the words came in and out of his ears, completely absent-minded. He silently calculated in his heart how many silver taels were left to repair the Kinkakuji Temple, as if it was ...... And a lot.

Suddenly his mood became heavy again, Tan Miaofan sighed slightly, and spit out a shallow white mist in this warm and cold season.

He was an orphan and was abandoned as an infant, and the Kinkaku-ji master picked him up and raised him, giving him the surname Tanzi. Naturally can not take the name of the layman, the Lotus Sutra has a cloud "Sanskrit sound is wonderful", so the master of Dingzen took the word "wonderful fan" as his name, also made the name of the law, since then he has grown up in the Kinkakuji Temple. Xiao Miao Fan was intelligent by nature, literate at the age of five, and able to memorize the Lotus Sutra at the age of six, but he disliked his own name.

"Master, Master-" The white and soft little Miaofan threw herself into Dingzen's arms, pulled the old monk's beard, and said in a milky voice: "The disciple wants to change the Dharma name!" ”

Dingzen touched the root of his reddened beard and bared his teeth in pain: "Let go first......"

Xiao Miaofan pulled harder and harder: "Promise me to change the law number first!" ”

"Good, good...... Change! You can change it however you want! Hiss - let go. ”

Xiao Miaofan jumped off the master's knee, picked up a branch and wrote on the ground, and pouted: "They said that Miaofan is a name only used by nuns, and they also said that I am not allowed to live here, and told me to live in a nunnery...... You see, there is a female character in Miao, and it's called this by girls, I don't want this word! ”

The childish child was interesting, and the master of Dingzen couldn't cry or laugh, and then discussed it, and replaced the "wonderful" with "Miao", the word was changed without changing, and "Miao" meant far-reaching, and it was also in line with the profound meaning of Sanskrit.

Since then, Tan Miaofan has been satisfied with the name and has never mentioned changing the name. Master Dingzen also seemed to think that although this child had wisdom roots and was associated with Buddhism, he did not necessarily end up in Buddhism, so he told the master of the county government to manage the household registration, and let him hang up in a certain farmer's house and enter the commoner's nationality, so he would not be considered a monk and would not be bound by those constraints. After that, Tan Miao went to a private school to study during the day, and returned to the temple to study Buddhism in the evening, and grew up half-monk and half-layman.

Tan Miaofan became a child at the age of twelve, and at the age of fifteen, he was admitted to Xiucai, but he did not continue to test for fame, but returned to the Golden Pavilion Temple to inherit the mantle and help Master Dingzen take care of the temple. When he was eighteen years old, Kinkakuji Temple suddenly suffered a natural disaster, the main hall was struck by lightning, and the Bodhisattva's golden body was damaged.

The boundaries of Jianing County are small, only a small county town on the edge of Qingzhou, thousands of households, since it is not comparable to those prosperous and lively places in the state capital, and the location of the Golden Pavilion Temple is also biased, the incense is almost the same as the prosperity is not prosperous, the old monk of Dingzen always has to chant the scriptures outside all year round, and do a few Dharma for others, in order to barely maintain the livelihood of the master and apprentice. But since the west of Dingzen, the monks in the temple who are halfway to the monks will walk, slip away, or they are still vulgar, only Tan Miaofan, who was raised by Dingzen since childhood, stayed, and one mind wants to rebuild the Golden Pavilion Temple and inherit the master's will. Helpless sesame oil no one added, Buddha and money, Tan Miao Fan saw that the temple is becoming more and more dilapidated day by day, the Bodhisattva is a clay sculpture that does not eat the fireworks in the world, but he is a mortal body to eat vegetables, rice, oil and salt, although he has a show of talent and fame, there are also one or two dollars per month, barely enough food and clothing, but repairing the main hall and reshaping the Bodhisattva's golden body is not a small amount, so he came out to make money, write books and read letters for others, and chant excessive in the funeral, or the farmers in the countryside want to threh grain, he is also willing to help, in short, the person who comes does not refuse.

Don't look at Miao Fan as a monk with six pure roots, but he is also a handsome monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a pair of eyebrows and eyes are so good, the eyebrows are straight and slender, and the eyes are clear and compassionate, which makes people feel that the Bodhisattva is like that. In addition, Miao Fan has a good temper, he can endure hardships and losses, and he will not care. So the sister-in-law and sister-in-law of the eight towns don't forget to call him if there is any good thing, but it is a good thing that this honest reputation spreads far away, and some deceitful people have also touched it, such as Lao Zhang.

It is said that there will be no need for monks to chant scriptures in prison, those who committed a big crime were sentenced to death, after the autumn asked to behead, or at the entrance of the vegetable market, the executioner went down with a knife and rolled his round head far away, and he was not allowed to collect the corpse immediately, and he wanted to expose the corpse for three days to show the public. However, there are many prisoners in the prison, and a few unlucky ghosts will die of illness all year round. This is also a matter of impossibility, the kind of dark and damp pickled ground, where people and rats live together, the food is poor, and if the body is not strong enough, a minor illness can kill you, so there is a chance for the cell bosses to make money.

When the prisoner was sick, the cell leaders first asked the family to pay for a doctor, and if they could afford it, they asked Lang Zhong to come and prescribe a few pairs of medicine to pour down, and most of the medicine money would inevitably be deducted. If he can't afford to pay for it, just like this unlucky guy today, he will first be left to fend for himself, and when the person is gone, he will let his family take the money to "redeem", which is naturally not a small amount. But the head of the cell can't help but do things when he takes the money, otherwise he won't be able to get over his face, so why invite the monks to exceed, the important practices of the yin qi in the prison, and the sprinkling and sweeping of the cell, the drawing of talismans to suppress ghosts, and so on......

Look at! Let the monk do all the work of the Taoist priest.

Of course, Miao Fan has heard these secrets, but the monks don't chew the root of their tongues, so they also develop the habit of keeping his mouth shut, Lao Zhang probably took a fancy to him, so he repeatedly asked him to come, and then gave a few dollars at will, and more of them went into his own pocket.

Some people believe that money is something outside the body, but monks believe that everything is outside the body, so they don't quarrel with the dust. Miao Fan is not good at fighting with others, so he swallows silently every time he suffers, and the second time someone else asks him again, he can't pull his face and say no, he is really an honest and bullying character.

Lao Zhang fished out another sum of oil and water, smiled so much that the folds of his face could squeeze out the oil, and his tone was much louder: "Miao Fan, how much silver does it cost to repair that broken temple?" Tell me, if it's suitable, I'll go out for you, but you have to set up a merit tablet for me at the entrance of the hall, and engrave my old Zhang's name on it, and the words should be bigger, and it is better to be able to see it from half a mile away. ”

Miao Fan didn't like it, but he didn't show it, and he had a faceless and wantless, as if he was really calculating: "Buy wood, burn bricks and stones, and hire craftsmen...... I also have to make gold leaf, a total of ...... About three or four hundred taels of silver. ”

When Lao Zhang heard this, his face suddenly stiffened, and he smiled uncomfortably: "So many......" Where can he afford it! The moon at the head of the cell has not yet shown much, and he has only saved thirty or forty taels of silver in the past ten years, and he is all under the care of his mother-in-law.

Of course, Miao Fan knew that he was just talking, but he still bowed quite humbly: "Amitabha, the donor Bodhisattva's heart, if the Golden Pavilion Temple is to be renovated in the future, the poor monk will personally come to the door to raise money." ”

Lao Zhang had to laugh: "Say it again, say it again." ”

When he was about to step out of the door of the prison, he suddenly saw that the two guards outside stretched their necks together, and stared at the small green felt sedan chair at the door.

Miao Fan is not a person who likes to join in the fun, but Lao Zhang actually ran over with a cigarette, nodded and said hello to the people who came out of the sedan chair, looking like serving his aunt and grandmother: "Miss Huang, are you here?" ”

Because the eyes of the people around him were glued to the sedan chair, Miao Fan couldn't help but look over.

Out of the sedan chair came a young lady wearing Ai green clothes, bowing her head slightly, and a fan of Xiangfei bamboo in her hand blocked half of her face. I saw that she had a black crow's hair, a hanging bun, and white jade beads tied on the swallowtail, all of which were shiny, and there were no other accessories, so that people focused on the face behind the fan.

When she slowly put down the fan and raised her head slightly, Rao is Miao Fan almost blurted out Amitabha. It seems that the beautiful face of the white pear blossom, as if God specially favors her, only picked the top eyes, eyebrows and nose to her, and must show great difference, the beauty is not only beautiful, but also the demeanor and temperament are also excellent, and it does not make people feel happy and close.

"Miss Huang, be careful, be careful of the stones under your feet."

Lao Zhang's waist was about to bow to the ground, carefully guarding the young lady, and facing her into the prison door, he couldn't wait to lie down and wipe the ground clean with his clothes.

The young lady surnamed Huang didn't speak, and with a shallow smile, she lowered her head and walked in, her small steps were not slow, and she was stunned that the tips of her shoes under the skirt were not exposed, and she had the demeanor of a lady. However, a little maid who followed the young lady touched something from her sleeve and stuffed it to Lao Zhang, and said in a clever whisper: "My young lady invites the adults and all the poor masters to have tea." ”

Lao Zhang's eyebrows bloomed: "Thank you Miss for the reward." He was not polite, he was familiar with the road and collected things, and it seemed that he was used to it.

When Miss Huang came in, she walked directly to the yasha on the left side of the courtyard, and happened to meet Miao Fan head-on.

"Sorry, I borrowed it."

Miao Fan hurriedly took a step back, put his hands together and performed a monk's salute, his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look up. Unexpectedly, a green dress floated in front of him, and suddenly it didn't move, and then a female voice floated into his ears.

"Wait, what do you call the little master?"