There are two kinds of disciples in King Kong Temple, one of them is a warrior monk, often based on cultivating essence, under the control of Master Canglong, and the other is a miscellaneous monk, generally speaking, the disciples who are dull in talent or want to come here to retire are assigned to do some logistics chores such as sweeping, cooking, planting vegetables, carrying water, collecting medicine, etc., like these people have always been under the orders of Master Cangsu. And Xiao Jingtang, who has no spirit, is already an old miscellaneous monk at a young age.

It was the height of summer, and the weather was very hot, in order to let the warrior monks eat a bite of cool melons after they finished cultivating, Xiao Jingtang was arranged to go down the mountain to buy melons early this morning.

"The trial meeting is imminent, we have to hurry down the mountain and buy the melons back for the senior brothers to eat, then today's chores will be over." After Xiao Jingtang finished muttering, he suddenly thought of something, so he ran to the pharmacy, grabbed a few handfuls of herbs that seemed to treat typhoid fever, and put them into the half-human-high bamboo basket.

Although Xiao Jingtang's skill of spirit luck and foot is not very proficient, he started to run a lot faster than before, and after going down the mountain, he ran all the way, and after a while, he arrived at the main street of Ziyang City.

During the day, the main street becomes a bustling scene, with restaurants, tea shops, and vendors setting up stalls all tearing their throats and shouting to the guests. And at night, the whole city is lit up, prosperous like poetry, the royal family and nobles choose one on the first floor to sit, listen to the piano and watch the dance, the wind and snow.

Passers-by saw this miscellaneous monk running all over the street with a bamboo basket on his back, all felt a little strange, those miscellaneous monks who saw on weekdays, after going down the mountain, they walked slowly, who would be like Xiao Jingtang, thinking about completing the task quickly, returning to the King Kong Temple where there is no meat to eat, no beauty to appreciate, and boring.

"Grandma, just like last time, here are five big melons!" Xiao Jingtang ran to the stall selling melons, suddenly stopped with his front feet, and put down the bamboo basket.

The grandmother in front of her was full of wrinkles on her face, her hair was pale, although she was old, her eyebrows were kind, and she smiled at Xiao Jingtang: "Xiaotang, today's melons are very sweet, but unfortunately there are only four left, and I don't charge money, I will give it all to you." ”

Xiao Jingtang shook his head and smiled, then took out a shriveled purse from his arms, poured out a few copper coins, and stuffed them into Grandma's hand, "If you don't give money to buy things, aren't you a bandit!" ”

Although today's Xiao Jingtang is not satisfactory in the use of essence, he is black and white and polite to people and things.

"You King Kong Temple are all good people, there will be happiness, and now that the melons are sold out, I will pack up and go home to take care of the old man." Grandma accepted the copper coin, slowly bent over, and skillfully cleaned up the stall with trembling hands.

Xiao Jingtang picked up the emerald green melon in front of him, and was about to put it in the basket when he suddenly saw a few herbs, then put down the melon, patted his head and smiled: "Look at my memory, there are some herbs for treating typhoid fever, this time I added some cinnamon branches, all of which are quite effective for typhoid fever symptoms, you can fry it for my husband to drink." ”

Although Xiao Jingtang is an ordinary miscellaneous monk, he will take every miscellaneous work seriously, and over time, he has learned a lot of knowledge from the senior brothers, such as the outline of herbs and the method of cooking.

A few years ago, I found that my grandmother's family was infected with typhoid fever, and she sought medical treatment everywhere but had no money to buy medicine, so she could only sit and wait for death all day long, and she was miserable, Xiao Jingtang felt that the old man was pitiful, so every time he went to the mountains to collect herbs, he often picked a few more copies, and when he was arranged to work down the mountain, he could take the herbs to Grandma by the way, and since then Grandma has recognized Xiao Jingtang as her relatives.

Grandma was about to say thanks, but was interrupted by the sudden sound of horses' hooves behind Xiao Jingtang.

Xiao Jingtang turned around slowly, only to see that behind several sturdy men, there was a boy wearing a brocade dress and a hand-cranked fan riding on a white horse, and the other hand was holding a long thick rope, the end of the rope was tied to the wrists of a girl in white.

But on closer inspection, the girl in white looked calm and had a hint of mystery.

Brother Gongzi looked arrogant and said: "This ghost weather is very hot, go and open a melon for me to cool off!" ”

Several big men nodded and bowed to him, and then strode to the grandmother, and said roughly: "Hurry up and cut the sweetest melon for my son-in-law, if it's not sweet, you will be fined!" ”