In the morning light, there was a monk with a tin staff and a pot in the other, wearing a hundred clothes, coming from the twilight.

He walked very slowly, and after a few steps he was about to pause and look around, his wrinkled face with a sad expression, and his cloudy eyes were full of tears of pity.

"Look, it's the Jingkong Mage of the Quiet Temple, why did he come down the mountain?"

"Master Silent Sky, did you come down the mountain to transform your fate?"

"Master Jingkong, I have already copied the Buddhist scriptures you borrowed from me last time, and I will send the original ones back to the temple in the next few days."

"Silent Sky Mage ......"

One after another, people surrounded the monks, gossiping about trivial things.

Jingkong just smiled and nodded, occasionally reaching out to touch the child's immature face.

He walked around the city, looking as he went, and the more he looked, the more sad his expression became.

Eventually, he stopped at the door of the Golden Mantang.

He stood there for a long time, finally recited the Buddha's name, and then resolutely walked in.

"Silent Sky Mage, you ......"

The people who followed him were very stunned, because the four major monks were empty, and this Silent Sky Mage was especially detached, how could he suddenly be contaminated with the most vulgar copper stench in the world?

The Huojing Temple suddenly appeared at the most desperate time in Weiyang Town, and became the spiritual sustenance of the entire town, and Master Jingkong was almost equivalent to the representative of the Huojing Temple, and his words and deeds directly affected the entire town.

And just when everyone was shocked by his actions at this moment and couldn't speak, Qian Duoduo, the fat shopkeeper of Jin Mantang, had already greeted him with a smile, he put his hands together, and his thick fingers and the four small meat pits on the back of his hands made him look a little happy at this moment.

He smiled and squinted his eyes and greeted very kindly, "Isn't it a Silent Sky Mage?" Why did you have to come down the mountain today? ”

Master Jingkong put the tin staff in his hand horizontally on the wooden table in the Golden Hall, and then placed the pot next to the tin staff, and said, "The monks should have six pure roots, and they don't care about mundane things. But when the poor monk entered the city today, as far as the eye could see, he was all devastated and inevitably sad in his heart. However, as a monk, I really can't help it, and the only things I have at hand to fill with money are this tin rod and a pot. I would like to mortgage these two items to you in exchange for some silver to buy rice ......"

Jingkong's eyes turned to the door of Qian Zhuang, he smiled kindly with tears in his eyes, and said, "At least cook a pot of porridge for these children and let them cushion their stomachs." ”

"Oh, Master Silent Sky is truly merciful. It's just that I'm a money dealer and not a pawnshop, so it's really difficult to exchange this mortgage for money. What's more, even your tin staff and this pot won't be exchanged for much silver......"

The Silent Sky Mage lowered his eyes with a sad gaze.

His hand touched his tin staff and trembled slightly: "This is the tin staff handed down by the poor monk's master, it is a little old...... Haven't you ever thought that you couldn't exchange it for a pot of rice porridge? It's just that the poor monk doesn't understand the suffering of the world. ”

With a smile on his face, the money shopkeeper hurriedly offered the tin staff with both hands, and then made a gesture of please.

The Silent Sky Mage took the tin staff and pot, took two steps out, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the money shopkeeper and said, "Relic ...... Can I change the porridge? ”

"What?" The little eyes of the money shopkeeper widened suddenly, and he quickly stepped forward and rubbed his hands and asked, "Do you mean, relics?" ”

"Yes."

"Yes, of course!"

Master Jingkong nodded and said, "Then I will make a note today, and after I pass away, my relics will be given to the donor, and I will exchange some silver money to buy rice for the children to cook porridge and make them full." ”