Master Ran stood up, let out a long sigh, and Yu Chuni grabbed the dust in his hand fiercely, and said coldly: "Senior Brother Ran, I remember that you said this at the Council of Elders, how can this still be the case?"

Master Zhiran looked at the vast refugees and said helplessly: "Since Ben Chang and Yifeng came back, they told me about the situation under the mountain. Not only Yunzhou, but also other states have experienced famines.

"I immediately discussed with the abbot and proposed at the elders' meeting to reduce the rent and taxes for two years to tide over the difficulties with all the people of the temples under the jurisdiction of Nanzong Temple.

"However, even if it was reluctantly passed by the elders' meeting, it was passed down from Nanzong Temple, and after layers of people with ulterior motives tampered with, they had already changed and even deteriorated when they arrived at the villagers. Just the strategy of Nanzong Temple, the implementation of layers of exploitation, temple reform, is more difficult than imagined. ”

Hearing this, Yifeng was awe-inspiring and fell into deep thought.

At this time, a disciple of Hongguang Academy stepped forward and said, "Uncle Ran, it's getting dark, I have been training at the bottom of the mountain for a while, and I know that there is a small temple in front of me that can accommodate you, let's go there to rest tonight." ”

Master Ran sighed, nodded, and said to the disciples, "Bring these people along, in the end, it's still us who are wrong." ”

As soon as the words fell, two disciples immediately stepped forward to help the man who fell to the ground up, the woman silently followed behind and wiped her tears, Yifeng and Xiugu took the two children and walked slowly forward together.

The sky gradually darkened, and Yifeng walked on the road, looking at the refugees who were squeezing forward, they were on crutches, holding broken bowls and cans, supporting the elderly, dragging children, and struggling to walk.

In the gradually dim night, their faces became more and more blurred, and their figures became more and more dim, but there were not many words, and at such a time, it was a waste of effort to say more words.

If it does exist, then what did they do wrong?

Is it a sin to eat? Is it still a sin to not have enough to eat? What bad things did they do in their last life to be punished like this?

The Buddha's heart is good, and the Buddha is compassionate, but how can this compassion not save them?

Yifeng walked forward blankly, and the exercises he comprehended in Nanzong Temple, purifying sentient beings, and saving all people, now seem to be some empty slogans.

Only now did he truly feel that the meaning and true weight of Pudu sentient beings, the weight of this reality was so cruel that he might not even be able to save a child, a family, even the starvation scattered around the official road, and the corpses that were eaten by wild beasts could not be buried.

Descending from the official road, it was a long and narrow valley, which seemed to be blocked by steep rocks, and walked along a dirt road in a valley, with low hills on both sides, and after walking for about a stick of incense, a small temple appeared in front of you.

The temple is halfway up a low hill, surrounded by tall trees, and in the gradually hazy night, it looks like tall black shadows dancing towards the temple.

Yifeng and others looked at it, although the temple was small, it was very exquisite. The small temple has already been lit with lights, the fire is bright, the small temple is embellished with splendor, the delicate glazed tiles, the bright red and neat courtyard wall, come to the courtyard gate, the courtyard gate is towering, the door knocker decorated with delicate Buddha flowers carved on the courtyard gate is made of gilding, but the courtyard door is written with the three words "Xiaoshan Temple" at will, very sloppy.

The disciple who led the way stepped forward and knocked on the knocker, and soon someone came to open the door, but only a line of crack in the door was exposed, and a pair of eyes looked out through the crack in the door, and said, "Which temple are you from? What are you doing here?"

The disciple said: "We are from Nanzong Temple, these two are the elders of the spiritual cultivation peak of Nanzong Temple, we are on our way to Junzhou, we want to spend the night here tonight, quickly open the door." ”

The eyes rolled and said, "Do you have a degree?"

The Hongguang Yuan disciple reached into his arms, handed the degree of Nanzong Temple in the crack of the door, stretched out a white hand, drew the degree into the crack of the door, and then closed the door of the courtyard.

After a while, the white hand handed out the Du Mu, and the disciple took it, ready to push open the courtyard door and enter, but the courtyard door closed with a "bang", only to hear a voice shouting: "The guest room of our temple is full tonight, please go to another place to spend the night!"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Master Ran and the others, and looked at each other.

At this time, another voice in the courtyard asked, "What's the matter?"

"An old monk and an old nun led a group, a group of people who seemed to be monks, and they didn't seem to be chaotic people who wanted to spend the night. ”

"Is there a degree?"

"Yes, but who knows if it's true or not. With a peasant couple and two dolls, which monk from the temple dragged his family so much?"

Outside the door, the disciple of Hongguang Temple still wanted to continue knocking. But Yuchuni behind him snorted coldly, and a powerful coercion was released, which made everyone's hearts tense and it was difficult to breathe.

At this time, a voice in the small mountain temple seemed to sense it, and shouted: "Who is making trouble outside the door?!"

Hula, the figure of a monk flew out of the courtyard, holding a ring knife from the sky above the temple gate, aimed at Yuchuni and slashed down.

But before his people could reach Yuchuni's side, they suddenly fell straight down in the sky above Sanzhang, and with a "bang", they fell directly under the root of the courtyard wall.

Someone in the courtyard gate exclaimed: "Uncle Benming, what's wrong with you?" and then there was a ping-pong noise, and the courtyard door opened with a bang, and more than a dozen monks rushed out of the courtyard gate with all kinds of knives, guns and sticks, and two others held torches, and surrounded Master Zhiran.

A monk immediately went to the courtyard wall to help the monk Benming, and helped them in front of Master Ran, he stopped at the monks of the temple with a pale face, gasped and asked, "May I ask which temple are the masters from?"

A white and pure thin monk next to him said with a sharp voice: "Uncle Ben Ming, they say that it is from Nanzong Temple, how can there be such nondescript monks in Nanzong Temple, and there are several women······

With a "snap", Ben Ming slapped him in the mouth with his backhand, and the thin monk was stunned, five bright red palm prints appeared on his face, and a trace of blood was left at the corner of his mouth. Then Ben Ming gasped and knelt on the ground, and said to Master Ran: "The disciple meets the two elders, the disciple is ignorant, please punish him!"

The Hongguang Yuan disciple who knocked on the door introduced: "These two are Master Zhiran and Yuqiuni of Nanzong Temple's Spiritual Cultivation Peak, and we are the disciples who went to Junzhou to participate in the Dao Conference. ”

Ben Ming hurriedly returned to the prayer.

Master Ran looked serious, and said lightly: "You are a disciple of Nanzong Temple?"

Ben Ming said: "The disciple has been under the Dharma Elder since he was a child, and because of his dull qualifications, he was sent here to cultivate to the Hinayana realm, and he managed seven large and small temples, and rested in the small mountain temple tonight, which is a lot of offense. ”

Yuchuni snorted coldly and said, "Let's go in first." ”

Ben Ming nodded hurriedly, and quickly asked a dozen monks to lay down their weapons and retreat to the temple, leading everyone to the temple.

As soon as everyone enters the temple, there is a Daxiong Treasure Hall in front, the Daxiong Treasure Hall is brightly lit, the gold is brilliant, and between the courtyard gate is an open square, all paved with good bluestone slabs, there are many wings on both sides, and the backyard does not know how.

Ben Ming led everyone all the way to the dining hall next to the wing room, the dining hall was busy with tonight's fasting meal, several monks washed the pots and bowls in it, all kinds of vegetables and fruits were stacked high in a pile, neatly stacked next to the stove, and there was a basket of white and fat steamed buns on the wooden table next to it, steaming.

The two little dolls cried out as soon as they landed, clamoring to eat steamed buns, and the peasant couple also had a light in their eyes, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Ben Ming was clever, his eyes rolled, and he immediately beckoned a monk to give a few steamed buns to the two children and the couple, and then smiled and said to Master Ran: "Elder and senior brothers, wait a while, I will let them prepare the best fasting meal." ”

Master Zhiran stopped and said, "No, just eat steamed buns!" ”

Then Master Ran asked all the disciples to find a place to sit down, and he found a table to sit down at will, and he sat next to him.

Ben Ming said in embarrassment: "Uncle Ran, Uncle Yu, isn't this okay? You have come from afar, you have to let me do my best to be a landlord······

Yuchuni slapped the table hard, and the two little dolls who were gobbling up their eyes widened, and the steamed buns they were holding in their hands fell to the ground in fright.