"Senior brother, senior brother, the seed has sprouted!"

Early in the morning, Guangzhi rushed over and woke up the sleeping Li Chun.

Although the two are now sleeping in the same bed, Hiroshi is still very well-behaved, getting up early every morning, and then carrying his futon back to the big kang in the east wing.

"What do you eat in the morning?" Yesterday, Li Chun was very tired, and after opening his eyes, he was not only tired but hungry.

"Sprouted, sprouted!" Guangzhi's eyes widened, his hands clenched into fists, and he circled around Li Chun.

"Stop, stop......" Li Chun hurriedly waved his hand and shouted to stop, not to mention that this kid is really fast, like a stupid rabbit.

After following the excited Guangzhi to the vegetable garden, looking at the greenery all over the mountains, Li Chun realized that he was careless.

Originally, he thought that the sprout was the Buddha's side of the potato, but now not only the potato, but also the other vegetables planted are also showing their sprouts.

Although not as strong as the Buddha potato, it also does not look like it has just sprouted.

"Can it grow like this overnight?"

Never planting a field does not mean that Li Chun has no common sense, just as an eight-year-old child cannot be one meter eight, and a sprout that is only one night long cannot be a finger long.

This made Li Chun's cognition of Lingtian further improved, and it seemed to be more powerful than he imagined.

From last night's memory, we know that the ripening cycle of Buddha potatoes is about one month, far lower than the 60~100 days of other varieties of potatoes.

But ordinary land can only be planted once a year, because potatoes themselves are very "thirsty" plants and need more nutrients.

After the experienced farmers finish planting potatoes, they will also plant soybeans and corn to feed the land.

However, Lingtian has no worries about this, and wants to plant a few stubbles.

Looking at the green vegetable garden in front of him, Li Chun felt that his heart was full of pride and ambition......

At this moment, he wanted to recite a poem: "Ahh......hh

"Gollum~" The poem has not yet been held back, but a feeling of hunger has rushed to my heart.

Li Chun found that his appetite had been a little too good recently, and he didn't know if he was hungry after eating.

The life of [Space Temple] is very leisurely, if it weren't for Guangzhi staring at it every day, Li Chun would be able to sleep until noon and get up again.

He somewhat understood why in the previous life, the monks he had seen were all big-shouldered and round-waisted, and this sitting still was really fat.

After a simple breakfast, Guangzhi consciously took out the scriptures to read, while Li Chun walked around the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

One is to eat, and the other is to find something to do for yourself.

It is said to be a courtyard, but in fact, because of the large-scale collapse of the courtyard wall, it has become one with the surrounding environment.

However, you can still see the prosperous scene of the once [Space Temple], taking the completely ruined hall as an example, its area can accommodate hundreds of monks at the same time.

Looking at the scale of the cooking stove, it is an exaggeration to say that the stew of elephants is a bit exaggerated, but the stew of a camel is more than enough.

The [Space Temple] where the ancestors were rich, now there are only two or three kittens left, which has to make people sigh.

"Which generation of abbots, the loser and bald donkey, destroyed such a good foundation."

Of course, there are many possibilities for the defeat of the temple, and it is difficult to resist the chaos of war, natural and man-made disasters.

But Li Chun keenly noticed that the [Space Temple] must have something unique about being able to support so many monks before.

You must know that this is the northwest, and it is not easy to feed this large group of people by farming.

Li Chun's master, the previous abbot, passed away in a hurry, and he always felt that there was something that had not been explained clearly.

He planned to look through the books in the temple in the next few days to find out if there were any clues.

Maybe there is a generation of abbots who like to write diaries, or strangers like Li Chun.

"Great monk, great monk."

Just as Li Chun was trying to see if he could fit himself into the stove, a shout suddenly came from outside the door.

The title of "Great Monk" does not refer to Li Chun's age or size, but to the honorific title of the head of a temple.

Somewhat embarrassed, he withdrew his legs from the stove, and Li Chun turned to look out the door.

I saw a middle-aged man walking in not far away, with a square face and plates, rough facial features, a burly figure, dark skin, and a tall man of more than one meter and eight, who would give a thumbs up to anyone who saw it.

"What a good man!"

Before Li Chun remembered who this thing was, the other party knelt down in front of him with a "poof".

“？？？” Three question marks flashed on Li Chun's head, and his expression was visibly panicked.

The word "kneel" has become somewhat unfamiliar in a self-proclaimed civilized society.

In the previous life, as a Qilu person, whenever the BGM of the New Year sounded on the short video website: "If the seasons change, the leaves fall to the ground, and the silver is full of ......"

will be ridiculed by some netizens in the name of bad habits, but in his eyes, this is not a bad habit, but a tradition.

Not lowly, but noble.

He never felt that there was any problem with kneeling down to his elders for the New Year, but the problem now was that it was not the time for the New Year.

Li Chun couldn't think about it too much, the man had already wailed: "My mother, her old man has died." ”

"Huh?" Li Chun frowned, and a memory belonging to the original owner emerged from his mind.

"Door-to-door funeral" is a local custom, and when parents die, filial sons go door-to-door to kneel and please.

This kneeling not only has grievances for the parents, but also has the meaning of asking someone to help take care of the aftermath.

is the so-called: "The filial son knelt in front of the door to report the family mourning, and the deceased knelt down with his past grievances." ”

This is a necessary kneeling, because the person attending the funeral also has a kneeling when entering the door, which is a return salute.

"The donor's day mourns, and the little monk will be present tomorrow to chant for the deceased."

Originally, Li Chun was stunned to participate in the white affair, but the other party's kneeling just now made him really unable to find a reason to refuse.

Early the next morning, Li Chun and Guangzhi bathed and changed their clothes, dressed neatly, and rode on the tractor prepared by the master's family, heading towards their destination.

The traditional funeral ceremony in the countryside, the family wears linen and wears filial piety, and the whole process is presided over by the monk.

However, with the development of the times, the monk's sense of presence at funerals has become weaker and weaker, and it has disappeared in big cities, and there are still some markets in remote areas.

On the back bucket of the tractor, Li Chun touched Guangzhi's bald head knowingly: "Didn't you sleep well last night?" ”

Perhaps the most experienced thing in the 6-year-old life of the little novice is the funeral.

Hidden dangers have been planted in the depths of his young mind, and last night's insomnia was also expected.

Maybe in his little head, he can't understand birth, old age, sickness and death, let alone his age, even if he is an adult, who can calmly face life and death?

Li Chun didn't appease Guangzhi too much, and many times he could only rely on himself.

The tractor drove on the road and soon came to its destination, which is a small rural village with about a few dozen households.

Under a poplar tree at the entrance of the village, a group of people are slaughtering a fat sheep, and there are two skinned sheep hanging on the tree.

In a rural area of this size, red and white ceremonies are major events, and it is not surprising that the whole village is dispatched.

Getting off the tractor, Li Chun took Guangzhi's little hand, calmly met everyone's scrutinizing eyes, and walked towards the location of the mourning hall.

"This monk is so young."

"The last abbot, Zen Master Huihai, passed away, and this is his chief disciple."

"But she's handsome."

Seeing the lively villagers talking about themselves without hesitation, Li Chun did not feel offended.

On the contrary, Guangzhi was nervous, and his small hand held Li Chun's big hand tightly.

Facing the scrutinizing eyes of everyone, Li Chun smiled calmly and won the recognition of everyone present in an instant.

At any time, calmness and calmness will be regarded as confident.

In the hastily built mourning hall, the strong man who was the master of the family greeted him.

"I'm sorry little master, please here."

From the conversation between the two, Li Chun learned that the strong man's surname was Hu, and Hu of Hu Yanglin was Hu.

The single word is strong, it can be seen that the person is indeed a strong man, as his name suggests.

In the mourning hall, the deceased has been rested in the coffin, and the suona hand on the side closes his eyes and recuperates, ready to puff out his cheeks and blow at any time!

And Li Chun's task is to recite the scriptures, and Guangzhi will not be idle, he is responsible for burning paper money.

The copper basin that acts as a container has already lit a raging flame, and at night, the mourning hall, the coffin, the brazier, and the gusts of wind may make people's hairs stand on end.

But under the blue sky and white sun, everything seems unusually calm.

Li Chun sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes lowered, his hands folded, and his mouth was full of words.

“ná móā mí duō pó yè

Nam no Amitabha night

duō tuō qié duō yè

Dotagada night

duō dì yè tuō

Dodi night he ......"

He is not blindly reciting scriptures, although the [Space Temple] does not worship the gods and Buddhas, but he reads books and recites scriptures, although the temple's scripture pavilion only remains after being burned by fire, but the former glory can still be glimpsed from the dust.

In fact, most of the people present didn't care much about Li Chunnian's professionalism or not.

People are more concerned about when the table will be opened.

But Li Chun will not be fooled, his serious chanting is actually a respect for the deceased.

In addition, a handsome monk like Li Chun can also recite scriptures, which is really the icing on the cake.

Also paying tribute to the deceased is the suona hand on the side, and when the sheep at the entrance of the village are slaughtered, the suona hand seems to smell the signal in the air.

The cold light flashed in his eyes, the suona was raised high, and the ten fingers shook rapidly, and the dantian rushed straight into the sky.

"Di Di ~ Na Na Na ~ "

The sudden sound frightened Guangzhi, who was burning paper, and Li Chun was no exception, but he quickly adjusted so that he did not lose his temper.

At this moment, it seems that between heaven and earth, only the loud suona sound remains.

The green tendons on the neck of the suona hand burst out, and the cheeks were even more bulging as if they were about to explode.

Whether it is a red thing or a white thing, the higher the sound of the suona, the more satisfied the host is.

In the sound of suona, the wind is refreshing, the loess is bare, the white flags are fluttering, the leaves fall back to the roots, and the soil is safe.