The ancient trees of Dazhi Mountain are towering to the sky, and in the monk's house in Kaiyuan Temple, Xinkong, who was on the hospital bed, heard the report of the little novice outside the door: "Uncle Shi, Chen Xiucai from Liushui Village came to visit you." ”

Shinkong didn't want to respond, but sat up again and straightened his clothes: "Let him in." ”

Xiao Shami pushed open the door but did not dare to enter the house, recently the uncle's temper is very bad, most of the people who enter the house to serve, and even a senior brother was slapped last time.

Xinkong has fair skin, eyes like a bright moon, thick and slender eyebrows, and in terms of appearance, there is a bit of a contradiction with his identity of walking in the outer courtyard all year round. It was precisely because of such a good skin that he was selected to become a monk in the temple. As for the visiting Chen Chun, Xinkong has indescribable feelings.

It was Chen Chun who pushed the door in, and after asking, he went straight to the bed, reached out and held Xinkong's hand and asked for warmth, but Xinkong didn't respond much, and asked, "Xiucaigong, is there anything wrong?" The tone was cold and distant, after all, it had been more than 20 days since he was injured, but the person in front of him had not come until today.

Chen Chun didn't think about this, and said with a smile: "What you said is as if you can't move around on weekdays, although you can't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, but I came here this time to visit you sincerely!" I also blame me for having too many affairs on weekdays, and a large family wants me to handle it, but I really lack skills, and I have only come here until now, how are you now? ”

Xinkong said dejectedly: "What is there to look forward to as a monk, and the injury is still there, it is just a burden for the monks, and my Uncle Dharma Ming said that I happen to have six impure roots, and this calamity is also a kind of cultivation of mine. ”

Chen Chun said: "Master Faming can say that, you can't think so!" After speaking, he looked at Xinkong and stopped talking.

Xinkong sighed: "What's the use of saying this, you are a talented man, I'm just a little monk, since I have entered the temple and left home, I naturally have to practice self-discipline, and I am already very surprised that you can come here." ”

Chen Chun looked around at no one, and said in a low voice: "What is there to do with this monk, let alone practice, I see which of your six roots is pure, I thought that you would stay for a few more years and return to the vulgar, who knows... ”

Xinkong smiled bitterly: "Where can you go if you are still vulgar?" ”

Chen Chun said: "Naturally, when I didn't starve you when I ate a bite, my outer courtyard is now expanding, and I will leave you a quiet courtyard at that time, and you will go over to live if you are still vulgar." ”

Xinkong's face was gloomy when he heard this, and he shook his head: "How can it be so easy, I have eaten the food in the temple for so many years, and I am used to it, and I have something to do on weekdays, if I really come to your side, not to mention the embarrassment of my identity, how long can you stay with me with my crippled body?" ”

"Nope! You and I have been together since childhood, in the heart but not in the body, you live up to me, I will not abandon you. After Chen Chun finished speaking, his face flushed with excitement.

Xinkong looked at the beams of the roof, his eyes were empty: "Xiaochun, I am no longer your original Brother Ming, all the things in the past, that little miscellaneous in Wutian Village." After hurting me, it's all a dream, and it's useless to talk about it now. ”

Chen Chun also looked indignant: "I will have to clean up that little thing sooner or later!" ”

Xinkong smiled: "I'm afraid you can't clean it up, my master's protector is anxious, and he has already sent someone to avenge me, but the unknown Zhao Xiang in the old hall suddenly appeared, and dragged it until Chunyang made a move, alas, the eight senior brothers are gone, and my master can only follow the abbot's decree to exchange for that treasure first, my junior brother Xinneng told me that day, Zhao Xiang is not afraid, but the terrible thing is that he doesn't know what treasures he has, and he can't kill chickens and take eggs." ”

When Chen Chun heard this, he exclaimed: "Brother Ming, you really don't know? Also, you have been recuperating in the temple these days, Xiaozhi Mountain is under Zhao Xiang's name, the treasure has just arrived, and the monks of Kaiyuan Temple can't cross the river boundary, so you naturally have no way of knowing......"

Xinkong asked, "What's the matter, just say it!" ”

Chen Chun: "What kind of cooperative is Zhao Xiang doing now, combining the villagers of Wutian and the twenty households of the north branch of our Liushui Village into a new organization, called a cooperative, which is not a big deal, but what you just said is a prophecy, and now he has made a kind of iron ox, and he does not need to feed forage, and can plow the fields and pear fields without sleep by injecting some oil." ”

Xinkong's eyes flashed and asked, "Iron Bull?" Have you ever seen it with your own eyes? ”

"Naturally, I have seen it, I went to the Zhao family field that day to see, the iron bull head is so big, running suddenly loud, spewing black smoke above the head, a person holding two iron horns to control the direction, behind him pulled a row of three plowshares, pulling pears to plow the land, the speed is faster than a person! In just a while, seven or eight acres of paddy fields were plowed all over, and the furrow was twice as deep as the heavy plough pulled by ordinary buffaloes! ”

Xinkong touched the black stubble on his chin and asked, "Have they ever led this iron ox out to rent it to others?" ”

"That's not true, I asked Zhao Xiang to lend me a few days, but he just prevaricated but didn't agree. However, the old man He of Wutian Village explained that he was afraid of breaking the doorway of the cattle breeder if he did not borrow it, and the iron ox only cultivated the land under his Zhao Xiang's name, and there was a special person in charge every day, and he would hang it on the top of the mountain and put it away when he was finished. ”

Xinkong's eyes gathered: "Hanging on the top of the mountain?" ”

"That's, don't you know that Zhao Xiang set up a lifting mechanism on the south cliff of Xiaozhi Mountain, and thousands of heavy objects went up the mountain in a blink of an eye, but he didn't need half a penny of manpower, and now he said that the original mountain road would be sealed, covering the idle people and other ......"

"Phew!" A wooden sleeper flew out of Xinkong's hand and smashed into the door panel, and he said hatefully: "Idle people, wait? I think he's just an idler! The guy from an unknown source, if he hadn't stepped on shit and had a baby when he went out, he wouldn't even be a floating guest! ”

Chen Chun patted Xinkong's hand and said: "Brother Ming, what are you angry with him for doing, I am just angry that he can't read a single word of the wanderer, he actually went to Longxi to open a Mongolian school, teach the children of tenants to read and write for free, both men and women have to go to school, and use the ghost rune dialect of Nanyang to fool the people, the books are all white characters and abbreviations, and the misleading children corrupt the style of study......"

Xinkong didn't listen to him anymore, he had another plan in his mind, and he responded to a few words, so he asked Xiao Shami to send him off. He went to the Zen monastery of Master Faming again.

In the eyes of Kaiyuan Temple, the chief evil force in Zhangzhou, Zhao Xiang and all the villagers of Wutian Village cannot be regarded as "Pifu", but after the news that Zhao Xiang had the iron ox as a farming artifact spread, the reason why they did not come to rob it was very simple: pure yang.

It can't be said that they didn't come to rob it, but they just didn't go up the mountain to the top of Xiaozhi Mountain.

Soon after Xinkong saw his master, a group of menacing bald heads descended the mountain, crossed the boundary of Xiaozhi Mountain and River without any scruples, and rushed straight to the field where the iron ox was plowing.

If it weren't for Zhao Xiang's concentration of children aged seven and under twelve in the tenants at the new school at the foot of the mountain, it is estimated that there would be more onlookers. After all, most children's curiosity is far better than that of adults, and adults are concentrated by Zhao Xiang in their own land to raise seedlings and accumulate fertilizer, and they don't have the leisure to watch the iron ox plow.

There was only one black ox in the field who was driving a tractor to plow, and when he saw the monk coming across the border from a distance, he hurriedly hung up the gap and jumped to the back of the car to unload the plow.

"Hurry up and tell your lords that the monk has come to grab the iron ox!" The black bull shouted at the children in the forest on the edge of the field.