Jiaxiang stood in place with a glamour and didn't know what to do, but when she was the abbot of Sannon Temple, it had become her habit to tap the wooden fish three times after reciting a Buddhist scripture. That's why she just subconsciously picked up the glamour and knocked it on the wooden fish three times.

Richard walked in front of Jiaxiang and smiled at the white-eyed old monk and said, "Our brother and sister went out to travel, and we passed by Guibao Land and saw that there were quite a lot of pilgrims going up and down the mountain, so we came up to take a look." The sister was naughty and didn't know the rules of the temple, and asked the master to forgive her sins. ”

Bai Mei glanced at Richard with deep meaning, shook his head and said, "It's okay, those who don't know are not guilty." This is not a rule, if the little donor likes it, it doesn't hurt to give this wooden fish to the little donor. ”

Many pilgrims in the Buddha hall looked at each other when they heard this, many of them were children who followed the elders of the family to come to the Sanlun Temple to make incense, and saw this old monk change from black eyebrows to white eyebrows, from the high monk in the temple to the abbot of the temple, but he had never seen how kind and amiable he was.

Hearing this, Jiaxiang hurriedly put down the glamour in his hand, shook his head and said, "I... I don't want to. ”

The white-eyed old monk sighed lightly in his heart and said, "Since the little donor doesn't want it, let this wooden fish continue to stay in the Sanlun Temple." ”

A pilgrim boldly said, "Abbot, I am willing to ask for it." Why don't you give me the wooden fish? I am willing to rebuild the temple for the Sannon Temple and reshape the golden body! ”

This wooden fish has been the abbot of the temple for several generations, and it is a source of blessing. If you can bring this wooden fish home, it will be much more useful than any talisman or magic weapon that has opened the light.

The white-eyed old monk glanced at the pilgrim and said lightly: "The donor has no relationship with the Sanlun Temple, and this wooden fish can't be given to the donor." If the donor doesn't dislike it, the old man can give you a copy of the Buddhist scriptures that the old man copied by himself. ”

The pilgrim didn't think that he would be able to take away the wooden fish, and when he heard that the white-eyed old monk was willing to give him a copy of the Buddhist scriptures he copied by himself, he was overjoyed, and took out hundreds of taels of silver tickets from his arms on the spot and threw them into the merit box, and said with a smile: "Then I will thank the abbot." ”

Jiaxiang was completely relieved when he saw this scene, and the many pilgrims in this temple proved that the Three Treats Temple could be passed on well even without her. In a way, the current Sannonji Temple is even more vigorous than the incense when she was the abbot.

Perhaps Bai Mei is more suitable than me to be the abbot of this Sannonji Temple.

A thought came to Jiaxiang's heart, pulled Richard's sleeve, and quietly left the Buddha hall while no one was paying attention, and came to the back mountain of the Sanlun Temple.

Climb up the back mountain halfway up the mountainside, only to see a few people hugging the thick osmanthus tree on the mountainside. Jiaxiang walked under the osmanthus tree and stuck his whole person on the trunk, and said softly: "Good Samaritan, do you know? This osmanthus tree was planted by the master on the day he brought me back. ”

"In the past, when I first memorized Buddhist scriptures, I would cry when I memorized the wrong one and was beaten by the precept elders. The master never coaxed me, he would only pull me up after everyone had fallen asleep and let me recite it again, if I had the right back, he would give me three pieces of osmanthus cake, and if I was wrong, I would only give one piece. Since then, I have felt that osmanthus cake is the best thing in the world. ”

"After the master passed away, I buried him under this osmanthus tree according to his will. My master is not as good as the eldest sister's master, after the death of the three ancestors, there are relics left behind, my master's Buddhism is not as superb as the three ancestors, and can only be put into the earth for Anhua into a piece of loess. Since the master's death, I have regarded this osmanthus tree as him. When I first became the abbot, I didn't understand anything, and I felt that there were endless things to do every day, even if I had three heads and six arms, and I couldn't handle it for twenty-four hours a day. Then every time at this time, I would secretly come to this osmanthus tree alone to complain to the master. ”

As he spoke, Jiaxiang put his head on the osmanthus tree and choked up: "Master, Jiaxiang is no longer a monk." The monks can't protect the people under the Sannonji Mountain, and I want to protect them. Master, Jiaxiang can't come to see you often in the future. ”

Richard suddenly felt an internal force in Jiaxiang's body injected into the body of the osmanthus tree, and the branches of the osmanthus tree suddenly squeezed out one small flower bone after another, and the osmanthus blossomed quickly, and a refreshing fragrance permeated the surroundings.

What Richard didn't expect was that after Jiaxiang's retreat, it could not only stimulate the vitality of the human body, but also the vitality of plants.

The stout osmanthus tree is automatic without wind, and the branches are constantly shaking, and the bright yellow osmanthus flowers are like dense raindrops constantly falling.

Jiaxiang stretched out his hand and took a osmanthus flower, solemnly put it in his arms and took a deep breath, and after the osmanthus tree kept shaking, he turned to Richard and said, "Good Samaritan, let's go." ”

Richard nodded, took her hand and turned down the mountain. The osmanthus tree behind him seemed to have returned to its original state, and there was not a single osmanthus on the branches. If it weren't for the osmanthus flowers on the ground and the fragrance in the air, no one would have believed that a magical scene had just happened here.

Before returning to the Sanlun Temple, Richard and Jiaxiang were about to go down the mountain, who knew that the white-eyed old monk had already waited at the mountain pass, and when he saw the two, he immediately came forward, holding a delicate food box in his hand, and said: "Two donors, there are many osmanthus trees in the Sanlun Temple, and the osmanthus cake will be made in the temple when the osmanthus blooms every year." This is the osmanthus cake made by the monks of this Sannon Temple, and it tastes good. Give it to both of you to taste. ”

When Bai Mei said this, Richard keenly felt Jiaxiang's hand in his palm trembling slightly, he hesitated, stretched out his other hand to take the food box, and said with a smile: "My sister just likes sweets, and she is very partial to this osmanthus cake." Then I thanked the abbot. ”

Bai Mei bowed to the two of them with their hands folded and bowed, and said slowly: "I wish the two donors a smooth journey, and you can come back to Sannon Temple when you have time." The gates of Sannonji Temple are open for the two of you at any time. ”

Richard nodded in response, carrying the food box in one hand and leading Jiaxiang's hand down the mountain with the other. Bai Mei stood at the entrance of the mountain and watched the backs of the two people coming down the mountain, and his straight waist suddenly hunched down, and he waited until he couldn't see the two of them before turning around and walking towards the Sannon Temple.

The monks don't speak, and all the monks in the Sanlun Monastery have broken the vows today.

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After descending the mountain, Jiaxiang suddenly stopped, lay on the back of Richard's hand and cried: "Good Samaritan, they still recognize me." ”

Richard was stunned, "Why?" ”

"They know that I love osmanthus cakes, so they never give them to people outside the temple. Even osmanthus is reluctant to give. They must have recognized me, otherwise Bai Mei would not have given me osmanthus cake. ”

Richard didn't know how to comfort the sad Jiaxiang, sighed softly, bent down to pick her up, patted her on the back gently, and slowly left with the food box.

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