The two didn't say anything, and went directly up the mountain. In a short time, the Buddha Temple has arrived. The figures of the monks gradually increased, all wearing white frugal monk robes with solemn expressions.

"Brother Sheng, do you feel that the atmosphere is a little wrong." Jia Fu looked at Liu Sheng and felt that the atmosphere on the mountain was not right.

Liu Sheng shook his head, didn't rush to speak, and continued to walk forward. A group of monks sit cross-legged in front of the Buddha hall, reciting scriptures. Meditation monk, sit at the front. The host who went down the mountain with him at the beginning, as well as the rest of the old monks, have disappeared.

Jia Fu looked at Liu Sheng and felt that the atmosphere here was extremely heavy. About an hour later, the monks got up. A small monk walked next to the meditation monk with a large box.

"Amitabha Buddha ......". The meditation monk opened the box and took out the robes one by one, when he had finished taking the last one. Strode forward into the Buddha hall and put all the robes in his hands in front of the Buddha statue. Immediately afterwards, all the monks announced the Buddha's name. Two monks came out, picked up their robes and walked into the hall.

When all this was done, the monks dispersed. The meditation monk turned his head and saw Liu Sheng and Jia Fu, and a sincere smile appeared on his face: "It seems that all this is the will of heaven, and the poor monk has no regrets when he can meet the two benefactors at this time."

"Why does the master say it is providence? How can I say that I regret it". Liu Sheng looked at the scene just now and had a lot of doubts.

The meditation monk was not in a hurry to explain, but introduced the little monk next to him: "This is my nephew, the contemporary host."

"Liu Sheng and Jia Fu have seen the host, but they don't know what to call the host." Liu Sheng and Jia Fu hurriedly saluted and asked.

The little monk returned the salute to the two and replied with a smile: "The little monk is the host, and he can't be called."

"Master, what about the previous hosts?". Liu Sheng looked at the little monk and asked in confusion.

Jia Fu was also full of doubts, and looked at the two monks, one big and one young: "When you left, wasn't there a group of monks who were about the same age as you. Now I don't see them."

"When this trip departs, everything is spring. When he returned, the trees lost their leaves. After a spring and autumn period, the victims of the disaster in Jiangnan have generally stabilized. The brothers of the poor monks passed away while helping the victims rebuild their homes." When the meditation monk said the word "death", his tone was very flat. As if it were not suffering for them, but relief.

Jia Fu thought of the robe and looked at the little monk: "The box you held just now, the robe inside, are they those monks?"

"Those robes are the relics of the family teacher and your uncles and uncles." The little monk looked at Jia Fu with a puzzled look and replied.

Liu Sheng thought for a while, looked at the little monk and continued to ask: "Relic? What about their remains? “。

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. Since he has passed away, he will naturally return to heaven and earth." The meditation monk looked at the two of them and explained.

When Jia Fu heard it, he muttered to himself: "Return to heaven and earth, dust to dust, earth to earth."

"The last wish of the family teacher and all the uncles and uncles will be cremated immediately after their death, and the ashes will be scattered to the Yangtze River and returned to heaven and earth." The little monk heard Jia Fu muttering to himself and continued to explain.

After listening to the little monk's words, Liu Sheng admired. In such an era, if it is not impossible. Cremation is rarely carried out because it requires great courage: "Why do you want to sprinkle it to the river".

"Because they hope that in this way, they will continue to protect this land, and may the Yangtze River be less flooded." The meditation monk looked at Liu Sheng and patiently explained.

Jia Fu looked at the little monk, and a question suddenly appeared in his heart: "Why is this little monk the host of this huge Buddha Temple?"

"Do you think I want to, senior brother, they bullied me for being young. I had no choice but to cheat when I was drawing lots." When the little monk heard Jia Fu ask this, he remembered the scene of the election of the host that day and wanted to cry without tears. If it weren't for the fact that they were playing tricks on the elderly, presiding over this drudgery, how could it have fallen on him.

Jia Fu was amused by the little monk's tone, and looked at him with an unhappy look: "How do you feel that you are still reluctant?" Such a big Buddha Temple, you should preside. Isn't it a very majestic thing? “。

"It's not good, it's not good, because when you become a host, you don't have time to do what you like. And there are so many things to worry about every day. How can I afford my little shoulders," the little monk said as he sighed. Thinking of his brothers, who have a lot of time to do what they want, think about how soon they should be alive. And how dark his life will be in the future.

The meditation monk looked at the little host and smiled, and asked Liu Sheng: "The day before yesterday, the poor monk returned to the temple and found that there was a building not far away, and there were many children and old people in it. I heard some Taoist elders say, "Where is the Zendo Hall, it is your masterpiece."

"A little thing, so much so that the master laughed." Liu Sheng listened to the question of the meditation monk, but he was embarrassed.

Jia Fu didn't feel anything, and looked at the meditation monk and generously admitted: "Yes, it is the good hall we have established, so that they can rely on the old and teach the young."

"The old have something to rely on, and the young have something to teach. In the past few days, we have been talking to those Taoist priests about this, and I heard that they were invited by you to come to help and build a good church." The little monk looked at Jia Fu and Liu Sheng and asked suspiciously.

The meditation monk pondered for a while, and looked at the little monk who suggested: "Presiding, the poor monk suggests." I, the Buddha Jue Temple, also contribute to this matter."

"Uncle Shi, in the past few days, when he was discussing this matter with those Taoist priests, the little monk also had this idea. I just don't know if you accept our help." The little monk looked at Liu Sheng and asked them, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Jia Fu didn't wait for Liu Sheng to answer, and hurriedly agreed. Where would he dislike the lack of manpower, he is talking about Buddhism and Taoism, doing one thing together, it should be very interesting: "Brother Sheng and I, naturally I can't ask for it."

"If your temple is willing to lend a hand, we are naturally grateful." Liu Sheng looked at Jia Fu's appearance at this time, and smiled in agreement.

When the little monk heard them agree, he smiled happily: "You talk first, and the little monk will go to the same door with everyone to discuss this matter together."

"Little host, please". Jia Fu smiled and nodded, watching the little monk go away. Liu Sheng asked the monk Jingxin in confusion: "Why does the master say that it is the will of heaven?"

"Since the poor monk has been discussing the affairs of the good hall with those Taoist elders. I thought that in this life, I would never see two donors again, and I deeply regretted it. I didn't expect the peak to turn around, and today we are actually in this temple, and we are fortunate to meet. It can also allow my generation of monks to participate in all the things of the good hall, and the poor monks have no regrets." The meditation monk looked at Liu Sheng and Jia Fu and patiently explained.

Liu Sheng saw what the monk Jingxin said, and hurriedly replied respectfully: "Boy Liu Sheng, thank you for your love." In the matter of the good hall, Jia Fu and I will go all out."

"If the poor monk has the words of the benefactor, he can rest assured." When the meditation monk heard Liu Sheng's assurance, a smile bloomed on his face.

Jia Fu seemed to hear an unusual taste from the words of the meditation monk: "Why can't you wait for us anymore?" Shantang is here, master, you can send someone, where to wait for us."

"Because the poor monk himself feels, I'm afraid it's too late when the deadline is approaching." The meditation monk shook his head and let out a long sigh.

Liu Sheng glanced at Jia Fu and became even more puzzled: "The deadline is coming?"

"If the two donors don't dislike it, you can come with the poor monks." The meditation monk did not explain, and motioned for Liu Sheng and Jia Fu to go to a place with him. Jia Fu and Liu Sheng nodded, and the meditation monk smiled slightly, and led them to the back of the mountain, a forest.