"I didn't follow the study, but I was free, I broke off the wicker mulberry branches and figured it out by myself."

That's the truth. Autumn Pattern has some talent in this area. She has more than one talent. He can embroider, cook, tailor, weave willow baskets, catch fish and shrimp.

Is this a talent, but it's not. It's just a skill that has to be practiced as a last resort because of life. The reason why she knitted was because her adoptive mother always sent her to the market every day to buy pollen. If you put it in your hand, if you are not careful, you will be blown by the wind or even bitten by insects. Not insured. If there is something wrong with this, the adoptive mother is not satisfied, and she will beat her when she picks up the guy. Autumn Pattern was afraid, and as a last resort, I saw the tender willow leaves on the tree, and tried to weave them out and store the pollen. It's perfectly fine not to want to. The adoptive mother didn't just ask her where she got the baskets, but it didn't cost her money anyway.

The more you buy this flower powder, the more superb the skill of weaving willow baskets in autumn will be. Sometimes I will be interested, and I will change the pattern, and the weaving is big and beautiful.

Qiu Wen spread out his palms and faced Ximo: "Uncle, look at my palms." ”

Ximo was stunned, took a closer look, and felt pity in his heart. Men and women are guarded. He also respects Akimosa. Sometimes when you are alone, your attitude seems intimate, and she will accidentally touch her palm, but Ximo has never seen Qiuwen's palm. It should be rough when you think about it. A woman who does all kinds of work when she is a child, even if her skin is delicate, her palms must be rough. Sure enough. The palms of the autumn stripes are beautiful, and the skin is white and tender, but the palms are ten eye-catching thick calluses.

Ximo couldn't bear it anymore, lost his temper for a while, held one of her hands, and sighed: "You have suffered enough." After that, it will be bitter and sweet. ”

Qiu Wen shook his head again: "Now I'm not bitter anymore." Serving the uncle is already willing. ”

Ximo also shook his head: "This is not Gan." I'm just an ordinary person. I will treat you well. In the future, there will be some groceries that I will not do if I can. You just embroider and plant flowers, and then read and write. ”

Ximo's mind also wants to cultivate Qiuwen into an elegant lady. But he also knows very well in his heart that Qiu Wen has gone through ups and downs, even if she is full of poems and books in the future, she is definitely not one of those delicate rich ladies who stay at home. Experience creates character, and experience tempers character. Autumn pattern seems to be weak, but in the ordeal of growth, although it is still a small grass, it is a hard, stubborn weed that never admits defeat. This kind of grass does not grow in greenhouses, does not grow in warm water and mountain streams, but stubbornly grows on cliffs or other places where there is no water source and cannot survive.

And what Ximo appreciates is also the strength of autumn patterns.

However, in his opinion, the strong must hurt. He prefers to see more flexibility on Autumn Tattoo.

"Uncle, as far as I'm concerned, this is really Gan. To tell you the truth, I just came out of my adoptive mother's house, and the calluses on my hands are even thicker. Now it's much smaller. I think in a little while, these cocoons will be gone. ”

Qiu Wen held up his two hands, and also looked at the cocoon in the palm of his hand, looking ordinary, with a little smile on his face. Ximo sighed even more. "That's good, too. After a while, we went in and entered the Panlong Temple, and you don't have to do anything every day. ”

"Uncle, I don't do things, I don't work, so what should I do?"

"You can follow my mother and recite the scriptures."

"Chanting?"

Qiu Wen's eyes were firm and told Ximo: "Uncle, I don't believe in Buddhism." Therefore, with the temple also less to go. ”

"Why?"

"The Buddha said that there are past lives, present lives, and future lives. But who can see in the past life and the next life? What you suffer in this life will be paid back in the next life. Whether there is an afterlife or not, no one knows. It seems to me that this is nothing more than those who are in high power, in order to paralyze those who are suffering, so that they do not complain about the heavens and the earth, but just bear the suffering honestly, and endure it for the rest of their lives, until the next life. And so on and so on from generation to generation. ”

Autumn Pattern is indeed unique and insightful.

Ximo was silent for a while, and Fang told her: "Tell you, I don't believe in Buddhism either." ”

"Really?" Seeing that Ximo was silent, Qiu Wen thought he was unhappy, and he was worried.

"Nature is true. I'd rather believe in the Tao than in Buddhism. ”

"Uncle, don't you believe in Buddhism, and don't you believe in this life and the next life? For example, if you think that a person like me who suffers as a child seems to have done too many bad things in his previous life, so he has suffered in this life. So I will endure. Even if you are tortured to death, you should and should not resist. Uncle, you are rich and noble in this life, and from the point of view of Buddhism, you have suffered too much in your previous life if you don't meet the time, and you have thrown yourself into a rich and noble family in this life, and you have come to enjoy happiness. Uncle, you don't believe in Buddhism, what is the reason? ”

Autumn pattern is also a little twisted. If you have doubts about something in your heart, you must always figure it out, and if you don't have a pimple in your heart, it is quite a bit of a break in the casserole to ask the end.

Ximo said: "I don't believe in Buddhism, because I am obsessed with Buddhism, which will make people not produce, promote Buddhism, and build monasteries and meditation rooms, which is actually a destruction of people's livelihood." I even think that those monks and nuns, who don't care about crops, let the hard-working farmers provide three meals a day, which is by no means the mercy of Buddhism. I admire the ascetics, who spend 360 days a year in the outside world, sleeping in the open air, emaciated and dissipated. Thinking that such a person, who specializes in Buddhism, is much more admirable than the so-called high monks who wear clean monk's robes. In addition, the monk who farms and grows vegetables by himself in his spare time, although he is not an ascetic, insists on self-reliance and does not rely on anyone's offerings, and I also have respect for such a monk. For example, today's Yunguo Daxing Buddhist Temple, most of the material resources in the country are used to build temples, which consumes manpower and wastes money, and there is nothing to do. ”

Ximo's words, Qiu Wen understood.

Tianyun Kingdom has always advocated Buddhism, but since the tyrant ascended the throne, he has trumpeted the benefits of believing in Buddhism. The tyrant did this with the intention of breaking the people's will to rebel and to keep to himself and obey the people wholeheartedly, so as to consolidate his rule.

Qiu Wen said sincerely: "Uncle is uncle." The words spoken by the uncle always make Qiu Wen admire. In front of the uncle, Qiu Wen is like a white ding who doesn't understand at all. Thanks to my uncle's favor, I still read a little book. ”

Ximo said softly: "You don't believe in Buddhism, this is a good thing." My mother, who was obsessed with it, couldn't help herself. Thinking about this life, she is determined to live a lifetime in this Buddhist temple full of fireworks. ”

Qiu Wen asked: "Uncle, ask a question that shouldn't be asked, Mrs. is like this, but because there are difficulties and disasters in your heart, you have to do it?" ”

One of the advantages of Qiu Wen is that she can reflect, never follow the clouds, and likes to use her brain in everything, thinking about the causes and consequences of things.

Ximo sighed: "You are very smart. That's what I have doubts about. But she didn't want to say, and I didn't want to ask. ”

"I'll help the uncle ask." Qiu Wen almost blurted out this sentence, but at the moment of saying it, he held back in advance. Can't say. She hasn't forgotten who she is. You can't do anything beyond your own identity. You can't get carried away and do things that transgress your identity just because your uncle treats him well and trusts him.

What's more, now they are also in difficulty. The uncle has not returned to the Shifu, and the Panlong Temple has not yet entered.

In case of...... What if the lady learns the reason, she doesn't have a smile at all, as the uncle expected, but is very unhappy?

At this moment, under a tree in front of him, a chubby old nun fifty miles away came by.

This old Nifa is the abbot of Panlong Temple. That's interesting. First, Panlong Temple is a temple, and the most suitable place to live in the temple is monks, not nuns. Since the nun is a monk, she should live in the nunnery. It's a mix-up. When this Panlong Temple was first built, there were also monks in the temple. But then something happened, and the monks ran away. The temple was empty. Then came a group of nuns who had shaved their hair. The nuns took up residence in the Panlong Temple. Some people also proposed to simply change the name of the temple, and they also changed the name of other names, what kind of mountain house, what kind of Zen temple. But the people who came to worship the incense can't remember, or the Panlong Temple Panlong Temple is called. And so it goes.

This pure heart naturally knows Shi Ximo. Seeing her, a pair of small eyes on her round face smiled even more roundly. This Master of Pure Mind would go to meditation, but paradoxically, on the other hand, she was greedy for money and sometimes secretly drank a little wine.

"Shi Gongzi, are you here to see your mother again?" Although the pure heart is old, the voice is still beautiful.

Autumn Pattern was watching her.

Jingxin found a young woman beside Ximo, so he asked tentatively: "Shi Gongzi, who is this girl?" ”

"Her name is Autumn Pattern, and she is my personal attendant."

"Oh."

The purified and earnest gaze withdrew five points and became cold.

Seeing this, Ximo added: "Although she is my entourage, in our Shi family, she should eat and live like Miss." To tell the truth, I want to come to Panlong Temple with Qiu Wen to live for a while, and I will ask Mrs. Shi to arrange a few good rooms. I'm fine. Autumn's place to live needs to be good. So, say hello first. ”

There are words in Ximo's words, how can the pure heart not hear it? She was originally an old nun who had entered the WTO.

Jingxin smiled on his face: "Shi Gongzi, look at what you said?" Not only is this autumn girl the person you value, but also a distinguished guest in the temple. How can I be lazy, old nun? Prepare now. ”

Jingxin asked Ximo again if he had eaten it? It's better to go to the room to eat some snacks first, think about it and say, "Childe is a coincidence." No, it's not a coincidence, Childe knows that today is Mrs.'s birthday, so he came to celebrate his birthday, Childe is really filial, filial piety is commendable, filial piety is commendable. Those who say that the lady and the son are not in harmony, one by one should die. After Jingxin finished speaking, he stopped, thought about it and laughed. The monks are taboo to talk about life and death, and these words are still in the mouth of one of her hosts, so this is over.