"Amitabha, don't get in the way, come in and talk. ”

When they met the same door, naturally there was no reason for them to stand in the snow and blow the wind, so Master Huixin hurriedly invited Li Xian and the three of them into the house to escape the cold.

When you enter the wooden gate, there is a large courtyard inside.

There were three or five young children running around in the courtyard, and these children were dressed in the same way as Master Huixin, although their clothes were shabby and even their shoes were of different sizes, but their bodies were clean and clean.

The pot erected in front of the main hall was "gurgling" and steaming, and Li Xian and the others came at the right time.

When Zhu Badou smelled the fragrance of rice, he thought he had something to eat.

Ignoring Li Xian and Huixin Shitai, who were greeting on the side, he ran to open the lid and took a look, and saw that there were not many rice grains in the pot, most of them were water, and a raised smile suddenly pulled down.

Seeing that Zhu Badou was so rude, Li Xian was about to scold, but Master Huixin shook his head and smiled: "Amitabha, the little master doesn't have to blame, I think this master and nephew are also very hungry."

It's hard to get food and rice in winter, but I'm slow to treat you. ”

With Mrs. Huixin's eyes, a little girl of about ten years old walked out of the children.

Seeing that the rice porridge was cooked, the little girl hurriedly took a pot and spoon and scooped four bowls.

One bowl of pig eight buckets, one bowl of the second battalion commander, and one bowl of Li Xian.

When the last bowl was brought to Mrs. Huixin, she shook her head and did not take it, and the little girl glanced at her with big eyes, and then took it and distributed it to the younger brothers and sisters who were watching behind her.

The porridge in the bowl is really thin, except for the porridge water that is almost full to the mouth of the bowl, I am afraid that there are only a dozen rice grains.

No matter how poor Li Xian was, he wouldn't eat what was saved in the master's mouth, and when he was about to take it to the children, he saw the little girl pick up a spoon and add a few large spoons of water to the pot.

Originally, there were not many rice grains, and adding so much water was no different from drinking water in the end?

Li Xian was a little shocked and a little ashamed, he didn't expect his fellow disciples to live so miserably, but he was spending money lavishly.

The bowl of porridge Li Xian was holding in his hand couldn't drink it anymore, so he was about to give it to the little boy who was snorting on the side, when the little girl suddenly burst out and said, "This is the master's food, Xianxian can't take it!"

The little boy was obviously afraid of this sister and looked at her in awe, and the clean hands immediately retracted, allowing Li Xian not to answer anything.

Without Master Huixin's mouth, I'm afraid these children won't be able to eat the porridge in their hands.

With his eyes glaring at the pig Badou who rushed over to grab the bowl, Li Xian walked to the pot and poured the porridge back in the bowl, and said to the innocent little girl, "There will be food soon." ”

Master Huixin kept watching Li Xian's actions and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Seeing Li Xian raise his head and look at him, Master Huixin smiled knowingly and said, "Amitabha, let's take the little master to take a look at this Buddhist temple." ”

Li Xian just wanted to see what the temples other than 'there is a temple' were like, so he nodded in agreement.

"Poor Nifa is Huixin, I don't know what the little master is called, which temple is it?"

"The Poor Monk's Law Number... If you come, there is a temple on the mountain of Yue. ”

Hearing Li Xian's terrifying Dharma name, Master Huixin's expression couldn't help but be stunned, and then he smiled and said, "Amitabha, the Buddha said that all beings are equal.

The Dharma name is just a title, anyone can use it, and it is not a sin.

It's just that... Yue Shan, but Uncle Jingtong's apprentice?"

I thought that I would drive myself out when I heard the Dharma name, but seeing that this teacher was so "reasonable", Li Xian's feelings for her couldn't help but go up to another level.

Seeing her ask about her cheap master, Li Xian folded his hands and hurriedly said: "Master, his old man went west more than half a year ago, and now the abbot of a temple is a poor monk. ”

Master Huixin sighed when he heard this, obviously the relationship with Jingtong was very unusual.

"It's okay to go west, Uncle Shi has done good deeds and accumulated virtue in his life, and he will definitely be able to see the Buddha. ”

As she spoke, Master Huixin opened the wooden door of the main hall, revealing the dim scene inside.

Strange to say, the wooden door at the gate "creaks" when pushed, and the door of the main hall is very strong.

As Master Huixin lit the oil lamp in the main hall, Li Xian also saw the scene inside.

The main hall of this unknown nunnery is smaller than the other temple and is dedicated to a Bodhisattva who sends children.

Li Xian walked closer, watched the Bodhisattva whose face was almost unrecognizable when the gold paint fell, and had a new understanding of the poverty of the temple in this world.

After reciting the Buddha's name and respectfully putting on a pillar of incense, Li Xian turned around and said to Master Huixin: "Amitabha, this Bodhisattva is too damaged, even if it is repaired, it can't be repaired, so it's better to replace it..."

Li Xian was talking, and suddenly heard a commotion in the courtyard, especially shouts such as "send Buddha" and "see Master Rulai", Li Xian immediately understood who was coming.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Li Xian nodded apologetically at Master Huixin, and then walked out of the main hall quickly.

At this time, a group of men carrying Buddha statues gathered in the courtyard.

Seeing that the second battalion commander and Zhu Badou talked no matter how they talked, the little girl who took the lead didn't let them in. Li Xian was afraid of damaging the Buddha statue, so he hurriedly shouted: "Slow, slow! If you have something to say, don't damage the Buddha statue." ”

That's right, how can Li Xian want to preach without Buddha statues?

Li Xian does not believe in a pure Buddha, but a three-handed moldy god, which is naturally custom-made.

This morning, when I was preaching in the city, I saw a carpenter's shop when I walked to the southern city, which was exactly what I wanted to do to save money and time. Li Xian drew the appearance of the moldy god in his memory and asked them to create it on the spot.

In winter, the carpenter doesn't have any buddies, and it is rare for a customer to come to the door, and Li Xian also took out the real money, so he naturally had to serve the owner more carefully.

Seeing the structure of the Buddha statue is not unusual, the carpenter guarantees that it can be completed in half a day at most. Li Xian thought that he would go to Dongcheng in half a day, so he asked them to build it and send it over.

It was estimated that the commander of the second battalion who had escaped ran out of the door to breathe, and after being seen by the carpenters, he rushed to this inconspicuous nunnery.

Li Xian's words were quite prestigious, whether it was the second battalion commander, Zhu Badou or the carpenter, they all listened to him, hurriedly protected the moldy god Buddha statue in their hands, and waited for Li Xian's next instructions.

Li Xian first ran over and glanced at the Buddha statue about the size of an adult, the workmanship was fine, and the brown and yellow Buddha body was also plated with a layer of tung oil, which looked golden, and the appearance of the mold god was almost the same, so he nodded with satisfaction.

The carpenter leader is an honest middle-aged man, he can't say anything boastful, and when he saw the monk in front of him nod with satisfaction, he put down his heart.