"Get up! It's time for morning class! ”

I slept until the next morning, when I was woken up by the 'automatic' alarm clock on my mobile phone.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he put the 'one bell' on his body indiscriminately, and Jingye got out of bed in a daze.

"I still have to go to morning class! There is only one person in this Qingshan Temple, so this morning class will be saved. ”

Through the fusion of memories, Pure Karma has a general understanding of what a day to do as a monk.

First of all, after waking up, you will have a morning class, and after the morning class, you will start cleaning the temple, and you can only have breakfast after cleaning.

"There is no Shakyamuni Buddha and Bodhisattva in the south, Miao Zhan always holds the immovable respect, and the first Leng Yan Wang Shixi has ··········"

After reciting the Lengyan Sutra once, the drowsy head of Jingye regained its clarity, and after the morning class seriously, he took out the Bodhisattva's handwritten annotated Diamond Sutra and recited it again, and then got up and cleaned the Qingshan room inside and out.

When he came to the kitchen, Jingye opened a bag of nuts harvested yesterday, picked out some pecans, smashed them with stones, and made a meal with mountain spring water.

"This doesn't work, I have to go down the mountain to buy some food for a while, and the mobile phone is about to run out of power, so let's find a place to charge it first, and then pay the electricity bill when I have money, and the temple is always out of power."

Thinking of this, Jingye got up and took out the fifty yuan he had collected yesterday, locked the temple gate and went down the mountain.

The nearest village to Qingshan Temple was also about ten miles away, and it took an hour for Pure Ye to see the houses in the distance.

It is a small mountain village with only a few dozen families in the village.

Since there is very little land to be cultivated in the mountains, the simple villagers basically rely on collecting herbs and some mountain treasures to subsidize their families.

There is a small shop at the head of the village, which sells everything from tobacco, alcohol, sugar and tea to hardware and groceries. As soon as he arrived in the village, he went straight to the store.

"Boss, bring me five catties of steamed buns, ten bags of mustard, and two catties of cornmeal."

Jingye calculated the money in his hand, and only bought three days' rations, and was afraid that he would be embarrassed if he didn't have enough money to pay the bill.

The shopkeeper skillfully packed the things that Pure Industry wanted, looked at him and asked, "Little master, you are the little monk of Qingshan Temple that Lao Li said yesterday!" It's quite white. It's been more than ten years, and your illness can be regarded as cured, otherwise when the old abbot dies one day, no one will be able to take care of you. ”

Jingye thought to himself, if it weren't for the old monk who didn't come back from the mountain, my body would probably have to lie in bed for the rest of my life.

"Amitabha! I am also blessed by the Buddha, and somehow my body is fine. ”

While making up the lie that he was well, he silently recited in his heart: "Monks don't lie, don't blame the Buddha!" ”

"A total of twenty-five yuan, you just give twenty yuan, I also know the conditions of Qingshan Temple, all these years have been supported by the old abbot going out to make a fortune until now. You look at other temples, all of them are full of incense, and the money is too much to spend, it is estimated that if someone else is replaced, they would have left here a long time ago, and it is not better to hang an order anywhere than here! ”

The boss said and took the fifty yuan handed by Jingye, and took out another thirty yuan from the drawer and found it.

At that moment, there was a noise outside the door.

A luxury business car stopped in front of the store, and a man and a woman got out of the car.

The man looked to be in his fifties, and he was wearing a suit that was worth a lot of money at first glance. The woman looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a sportswear, her hair tied back casually, and she was full of youthful atmosphere.

The two entered the store one after the other, and they met Jingye who was carrying something and was about to go out.

"What a handsome little monk! It looks better than some small fresh meat in the entertainment industry now! ”

The girl looked at the pure karma opposite, her bright big eyes swept up and down, and the pure karma was flustered for a while.

The middle-aged man also stopped and stretched out his hand to stop the pure karma.

"I don't know where this little master is placing an order? I haven't heard of a temple in the area. ”

The middle-aged man asked with a slight bow.

"Amitabha! The little monk is a monk from Qingshan Temple twenty miles away, is there anything wrong with the donor? ”

Joya replied as he put the things he bought in front of the counter with his hands folded.

"Aoyamaji? I really haven't heard of it, I deliberately checked it on the mobile phone map software when I came, and I didn't see such a Qingshan Temple! ”

The girl on the side opened her phone suspiciously and looked at it.

Jingye thought to himself, it's strange that you can find out, no one goes to incense in this broken temple all year round, and it is estimated that only people in the surrounding ten miles and eight towns have heard of it.

"Amitabha, our Qingshan Temple is a bit remote, and it makes sense that it is not on the map."

When the girl heard this, she suddenly became interested, pulled the middle-aged man's sleeve and said, "Dad! Didn't you say that you should take a good break, or let's go to the Qingshan Temple to make incense, and take a look at the natural scenery here. ”

"Okay, let's go back to the hotel for the night today, and come over early tomorrow and go up the mountain."

The middle-aged man replied.

When Jingye heard this, his heart suddenly blossomed.

These two people look like rich people, maybe they can donate 18,000 sesame oil money when they go to the temple.

"Amitabha! The two donors can go to the incense at any time, and the little monk still has some things, so he left! ”

Jingye pronounced another Buddha horn, and said with his hands folded.

"Then don't delay the little master!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he began to ask the shop owner about the items he wanted to buy.

After leaving the shop, he ran to the gravel road in the distance, which was the only road to the town.

Qingshan Temple is now poor and white, and there are not many incense candles that are usually burned for the Buddha, if this looks like a big boss, there is no high incense on the pillar, and the pure industry is ready to use the remaining thirty yuan to buy incense candles and prepare.

Just after Jingye left the store, the shopkeeper stopped the two people who got out of the car, explained the general situation of Qingshan Temple, and focused on the dilapidated buildings and dirty environment.

I thought that the two would dispel the idea of going to Qingshan Temple after listening to the introduction, but they didn't expect that the two still insisted on going to have a look, so the store owner had to shake his head and smile and send the two customers out.

"Dad! Could that temple really be a ruined temple as it was heard? So what are we going to do? ”

The girl opened the snack she had bought and asked casually.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, just smiled faintly, he didn't quite believe the introduction of the shop owner, the little monk didn't look like a lazy person, especially the robe on his body, it was simply spotless, how could such a clean little monk succumb to a dilapidated temple? ?

"Let's go, go back to the hotel, I have to get up early tomorrow, and I won't go to the scenic spot to play today!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he started the car and drove in the direction of the county seat.