The handsome young man wore a string of jewels around his neck, and the glass, agate, and pearls were shining brightly, fortunately, he did not tie the psychic jade with a five-colored silk silk, and he was wearing a plain white robe, not a gorgeous silk costume, otherwise, Han Ruizhen doubted that Jia Baoyu had also crossed over.

Han Rui was too surprised and a little distracted, but in the eyes of outsiders, he was staring at the young man, the middle-aged man driving the car frowned slightly, and there was a delicate little servant next to him, who also glared angrily.

"Lang Jun......." Seeing that the situation was wrong, Ah Fu hurriedly called softly.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Han Rui woke up like a dream, his ignorant appearance provoked the handsome young man to sneer, his eyes flowed, it seemed to be a slight lake in the pool, and he raised his hand to brush the long hair in his ear, revealing a handsome face that was like a heavenly person.

Sobered up, Han Rui's performance was normal, he smiled friendly, and he didn't have the intention of stepping forward to talk and get acquainted, he took a few steps back, came to the corner of the hall, and sorted out the traces of water droplets sprinkled on his clothes.

Outside the hall, the rain was violent, gusting winds, rolling the rain, crackling and whipping on the eaves, penetrating the tiles that had been in disrepair for a long time, slowly overflowing the hall, fortunately, the leakage was not dispersed, there were still a few places to dodge, and it did not affect everyone.

"Ahh Cough.... "The wind in the mountains is cold, the rain is slightly cool, the temperature has dropped a few degrees, it has rained a little, the clothes are soaked, and they have not been changed.

"Ah Fu, how do you feel?" Han Rui asked with concern.

"Lang Jun, I'm fine." Ah Fu said, but his body trembled involuntarily, and his hands subconsciously hugged and covered his chest.

Han Rui frowned, looked outside, and found that the rain showed no signs of stopping, and turned over the package, only incense and candle offerings, a few dry foods, and no clothes, after thinking for a moment, he took out the flint, and Han Rui said: "Build a fire to keep warm." ”

The servant quickly gathered a few stumps of dead leaves, which should have been blown in by the wind, gathered them into a pile, lit them, the yellow flames danced and flashed, the green smoke curled, and the temple was a little warmer.

It didn't take long for a slave to say, "Lang Jun, there is no firewood. ”

This is indeed a problem, if it doesn't rain, there are mountains and forests outside, go out to sweep the tombs, and also bring knives to cut through thorns, it is still easy to cut a few pieces of wood, but now the trees are wet with rain, and it is useless to cut them back, but then again, if it doesn't rain, there is no need for firewood to start a fire.

Wandering around the temple, he found that the dead branches and leaves on the ground had been picked up by the slaves, and only ...... Blinking his eyes, Han Rui stretched out his finger and pointed to several statues in the hall and said, "That's it, take a knife and split it in two pieces to burn." ”

The servant hesitated and whispered, "Lang Jun, this is not good. ”

"What's so bad." Han Rui said, picked up the firewood knife, took two steps forward and waved his hand, only to hear a click, it may be a long time, the statue is also a little decayed, or it may be the effect of these exercises, Han Rui easily cut off the arm of a Buddha statue, checked it, and then split it into two pieces, threw it into the fire, and cracked a burst of firecrackers, the flame rose a few points, and burned more violently.

"You...... Wait a minute. Han Rui looked back in surprise, but saw the handsome young man's eyebrows slightly locked, and reprimanded: "Aren't you afraid of retribution for destroying the Buddha statue?" ”

Retribution, after thinking about it, Han Rui said, "I'm afraid." ”

The handsome young man smiled, his thin lips were bent into a crescent moon, and he was about to educate the ferryman, but he saw Han Rui's right hand wave again, and he chopped off a piece of wood, this time it was even more desperate, and he directly cut off the Buddha's head.

"You ......." The handsome young man frowned, as if he wanted to condemn and scold, but he didn't know how to speak, and the middle-aged man next to him saw this, and hurriedly said: "Since this Langjun is afraid of retribution, why do you dare to offend the Buddha." ”

"Back then, those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could feed eagles and tigers with their bodies, but now they can't give up a few pieces of wood." Han Rui laughed, and then cut the wooden Buddha's head in half and threw it into the fire.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped talking and looked at the handsome young man, but the young man didn't know how to respond.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are wrong, my Buddha feeds the eagle and feeds the tiger, in order to save the living souls, no contention, no thoughts, no regrets, no vain, great compassion, great compassion, sacrifice oneself for righteousness, and the donor is only for warmth, one is lighter and the other is important, how can it be compared."

Everyone turned around, but saw a monk walking in outside the hall, about thirty years old, bald and round, wearing a brown wide robe, stained with rain sticking to his body, but his demeanor was calm, not embarrassed, his hands were straight, and he had the temperament of a monk.

"I've seen the master!" Obviously, the handsome young man was a believer in Buddhism, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

His eyes fell on the handsome young man's neck and the Buddha beads on his wrist, and the monk hurriedly saluted in return, and said with a happy smile: "It was originally a Shamen layman, a fellow Taoist, and a poor monk in Huaihai of the Lingling Temple, and he was polite." ”

Huaihai, if you listen to the errand, you will become Fahai, Han Rui muttered in his heart, feeling that the wood was enough to burn, so he stopped, there was no need to scold the bald man in front of the monk and annoy people,

"What a coincidence." The handsome young man smiled happily: "We are just going to Qiling Temple to visit Abbot Zhiyun." ”

"It's not a coincidence, it's fate." Monk Huaihai said with a smile: "The donor has a relationship with the Buddha, and it is my Buddha who leads the poor monks to come here to greet them." ”

Cut, an afterthought, who wouldn't say, Han Rui despised in his heart and continued to roast the fire.

However, after a few words of greeting, Monk Huaihai did not forget that someone had blasphemed the Buddha, and turned around and asked: "This donor, why do you have to burn my wooden Buddha, but you are not afraid of the reincarnation of cause and effect?" ”

If Han Rui takes feeding the eagle and feeding the tiger again, the monk has prepared a lot of drafts in his heart, which can be refuted at any time, and he will talk endlessly, and there is no repetition, Amitabha Buddha, not to fight for the benefit of the tongue, just to educate the world to convert to my Buddha, Huaihai silently pondered, and his faith was pious and firm.

Looking at Huaihai, and then at the handsome young man who was smiling happily, Han Rui flicked it in the fire with a wooden branch, and said leisurely: "I burned the wooden Buddha to obtain relics." ”

"Ridiculous, what relics does the wooden Buddha have." Monk Huaihai shook his head and said.

"None? Then split two more and burn them. Han Rui smiled, picked up the firewood knife, and had the intention of continuing to do it.

Seeing this situation, the Buddha will be angry when he comes, not to mention the monk Huaihai, who is dedicated to the Buddha, quickly stepped forward to stop him, waved his hand and brushed his sleeves, and glared angrily: "Ruzi, you can't teach it." ”

Well, even Confucius moved out, Han Rui scratched his head, Ah Fu hurriedly stepped forward and said softly: "Lang Jun, the rain is going to stop, let's go home." ”

Looking up, the rain really became smaller, very fine, very soft, like floating catkins, behind the faint thin clouds, a brilliant sun projected out, and the sky gradually cleared.

"Okay, let's go, lest the Buddha don't blame, but the monk is in a hurry." Han Rui said, and the servant next to him hurriedly collected the package and hugged him out.

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