Jun Xi walked out of the main hall, thinking that the weather was good today, she looked left and right, and didn't figure out which direction the kitchen was, so she thought about going around first.

After walking for a while, sweating a lot, she looked up at the steps that seemed to never finish, and couldn't help but slander the people who built this temple, an ancient temple built around the mountain, the steps from the foot of the mountain have been spiraling like the top of the mountain, and there are Buddhist halls standing all the way.

She climbed for a long time before she reached the halfway point of the mountain.

Leaning on the stone pillar for a while, Jun Xi was thinking about whether he should continue to climb up or go down.

I saw a sweeping monk chanting the Buddha's name and came over: "Amitabha...... The poor monk is polite. ”

This sweeping monk is not an ordinary old man...... His beard was all white, his face was full of scorn, and he looked older than the abbot master in the main hall.

The people in this temple are really good, how can such an old monk be allowed to sweep this mountain road.

Jun Xi is not a person who is overflowing with compassion, and he feels sorry for it at the moment.

She said whatever she wanted: "Old man, the people in this temple are too much! ”

Her indignant appearance made the old monk stunned.

"You're so old, and they asked you to clean the mountain road!" Jun Xi continued to fight unevenly.

Her words made the old monk smile: "The little girl is kind-hearted......"

Suddenly being praised like this, Jun Xi still felt a little embarrassed, she didn't do anything, just hugged it. After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't be ashamed of his praise to the old monk, so he said: "Old man, don't worry, I will go down the mountain to find the abbot master and ask him to send someone else to sweep this mountain road." ”

"This mountain road is not something anyone can sweep...... the old monk said slowly, as if he was quite proud.

"Little girl, do you know the Futu Tower?" The old monk was interested, and after standing for a long time, his legs were sore, so he simply sat on the ground.

Is this about storytelling? Jun Xi thought about it, and sat on the ground without hesitation.

The smile on the old monk's face deepened a little.

"Buddhism has a floating slaughter, floating slaughter gives birth to seven pagodas, and what is contained in the tower is the seven emotions and six desires of a person's life. Since ancient times, life has been the most taboo, half poor, half rich and half self-sufficient; Half life, half day, half opportunity, half take, half give, half do good; Half deaf, half dumb and half confused, half wise, half stupid and half sage; Half-human, half-self, half-comfortable, half-vulgar, half-Zen, half-casual......" The old monk was halfway through speaking, and he found that Jun Xi's face was bitter and hateful.

"You...... Really erudite ......" for a long time, Jun Xi held back these words.

Buddhist scriptures or something, which ones are the most annoying to her...... Sure enough...... I didn't understand a word.

The old monk was amused by her: "Child...... You have a relationship with the Buddha......"

Jun Xi thought that she was the one who was reborn by the Bodhisattva, and it was fate.

Thinking of the white-clothed Bodhisattva she had seen in the firelight in her previous life, she rubbed in front of the old monk: "Master, do you know such a Bodhisattva?" Dressed in white, with a lotus platform at his feet, he is kind and kind. ”

The old monk straightened his face: "Isn't that Guanyin Bodhisattva?" ”

Jun Xi shook her head: "But she didn't hold a jade bottle and wicker in her hand......"

"The gods and Buddhas in the world are one, you have a Buddha in your heart, so why should you care about her form?" The smile on the old monk's face deepened: "Child, do you have anyone to worry about?" ”

Someone to worry about? Jun Xi just frowned and began to think.

A broom was handed to her: "This mountain road is the Seven Towers of Futu, good boy, if you sweep all the way to the top of the mountain, you will accumulate blessings for the people you care about!" ”

Jun Xi held the tattered broom in his hand and didn't come back to his senses, and the old monk who was still sitting on the ground had already jumped up and ran away.

"Little girl, you must clean it to the top of the mountain!" The old monk jumped up and waved to her, and then ran away with a puff of smoke.

As if he was afraid that Jun Xi would chase after him.

“……”

It's been a long time before Jun Xi came back to her senses, was she tricked?

The old monk pulled and talked to her for a long time, just to let her help sweep the mountain road!

Jun Xi clenched the tattered broom in his hand, and wanted to throw it away!

After thinking about it, he resigned himself to picking up a broom and began to sweep the floor.

Thanks to the Bodhisattva, she was able to relive this life.

Cleaning the mountain road is a way to express your gratitude to that Bodhisattva!

A ray of sunshine is slowly sprinkled on the mountain road, and the figure of the girl in red who is cleaning the mountain road with a broom is getting farther and farther away, and the huge stone Buddha statue chiseled out of the mountain wall has crooked eyebrows and eyes, as if she is looking at the back of the girl in red and laughing.

By the time Junxi reached the top of the mountain, the clothes on his back were almost soaked with sweat.

She looked up at the sun and saw that it had set in the west.

Tired and hungry, with sore legs and weak hands......

This mountain road, sure enough, not everyone can sweep it!

She's only half swept it, and she's almost exhausted!

The temple on the top of the mountain is more magnificent and atmospheric, the colorful heavy rock bucket arch under the sunshine is shining with golden light, shaking so that Jun Xi can't open his eyes, no wonder it is said that the incense of the White Horse Temple in Pingyang City is the best, this golden roof, how to look at it has a little Buddha light full of flavor.

Jun Xi dragged a tattered broom to the temple.

In front of him, a guard wearing black armor and holding a silver spear suddenly appeared.

Seeing Jun Xi, the guard struck a silver spear and shouted: "There are no visitors to the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain today, leave quickly!" ”

"Can I eat a bowl of rice in the temple before leaving?" Junxi dragged a broom and was pitiful.

The guard's eyebrows and eyes were fierce, and there was no room for negotiation.

Jun Xi felt that he was too embarrassed to look like this, and he couldn't get up, mainly because he was hungry!

She was already dragging her broom and preparing to go back, but she saw a big man with a black face come out of it.

"Uncle Nian!" Jun Xi's whole body threw himself on the silver spear that the guards blocked the way.

When the black-faced man saw her, he was stunned, and hurriedly motioned for the guards to let her in, walked up to Jun Xi in a few steps, and looked her up and down: "County Lord? How did you get to this mountain? It didn't hurt, did it? ”

When the guards heard that she was the county lord, the expressions on their faces changed, and they hurriedly knelt down to ask for guilt: "I didn't know that the county lord was coming, and I hope the county lord will forgive me!" ”

Sweat stains on his face, clothes are sloppy, and he is dragging a rotten broom...... Junxi also knew that he really didn't look like a county lord like this.

If she doesn't want to lose face, she is already embarrassed, she can't care about it so much, she waved her hand to show that it is not about the guards, she looked at Uncle Nian: "I haven't eaten yet." ”

Sweeping the floor is really a manual job!

Jun Xi felt that for a moment, Uncle Nian wanted to laugh, but he collapsed, and replied solemnly, "The county lord will wait a while, and I will go to pass the meal!" ”

The black-faced man's full name is Yao Nian, who was originally his father's deputy general, and now he is following Junchen, Uncle Nian is here, and Junchen must be here.