Monks, in general, appear to be astics, but there are a few exceptions.

There are some monks who, although they have the appearance of a monk, do not have the virtues of a monk. Not only are they not bound by the precepts, but they also often go in and out of the land of wind and moon, which is the flower monk. However, there is another type of monk who is neither an ascetic nor a flower monk. He looks a bit like an enlightened monk, but he is often willful like a child.

Although they also practiced penance in the mountain temple, their lives were not lacking in color. On the contrary, their attitude towards life is even more optimistic than that of some ordinary people. They always face life with a smile, so it can also be said that they are smiling monks.

Because of geographical reasons, the temple is located on the top of the cliff, and it is inconvenient to go up and down, so there are few people who go up to worship the Buddha, and the temple is also very calm. Not only that, but there are only two monks left in the temple, one old and one young, and it seems that the incense may be cut off at any time. However, the life of these two monks, one old and one young, in the temple is not boring, and it is also very fun.

No one knows what the origin of Master Wuchen, the presiding officer of this temple of Buddhism, is, even Ren Xiaoyao only knows a little bit about it, and Wuchen doesn't want to say more about many things, so he never asks. Although they are good friends, they are ordinary gentlemen's friends. Occasionally, Ren Xiaoyao gave some sesame oil money to the dustless mage, but he was only one or two tenths at most, and this was still for the sake of his friends. If other squires came to give it to him, he would not accept it at all.

Originally, the incense of the temple was not too bad, but because Wuchen has always been eclectic, almost the vast majority of the worshippers were declined, so the incense of the temple slowly deteriorated. Because most people who have been to the temple know that the old host here is dustless, and he doesn't like others to give money and property.

Nowadays, the temple can hardly receive any money for sesame oil, but there are still some devout believers who will go up the mountain to worship at any time. Ren Xiaoyao, the master of the free door, is one of them.

Perhaps, some people will think that Venerable Wuchen did not look at the real reason for the fall of the Buddhist temple? However, Master Wuchen has his own opinion, he thinks that if the worshipper is not sincere in his heart and just goes through the motions, then it is better not to worship. Therefore, he turned down many pilgrims who only relied on money and materials, but sincerely worshiped the Buddha. If the believers and monks of the True Red Buddha go up the mountain, he will definitely treat each other with sincerity, treat them as guests, and become confidants.

As soon as Ren Xiaoyao and Tang Mugong and the others got off the boat, they had already seen the disciple of Master Wuchen waiting on the edge of the cliff.

The little monk received everyone, so he led the way in front, and was the first to go up the mountain along the steep bluestone staircase. The bluestone road is not only extremely steep and dangerous, but also criss-crossing and extremely difficult to walk. However, the little monk seemed to be walking on flat ground, looking very relaxed, without any sense of effort.

Although Ren Xiaoyao and Tang Mugong and others are the top masters in the rivers and lakes, and Qing'er and they are all weak women, it is a little difficult to go up the mountain.

Although the little monk's martial arts are not high, he has to walk on this mountain road several times almost every day, and the road is relatively familiar, and he has long been accustomed to it. In addition, he also has some martial arts foundation, so it is very easy to go up the mountain.

After a lot of effort, everyone finally came to the top of the mountain, and then looked down the mountain, but it was really green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, strange rocks, cliffs into the clouds, a paradise-like place of cultivation.

"What is your master doing?" Ren Xiaoyao asked.

"The family teacher knows that your donors are coming, and there is no wine in the temple, so he is cooking wine!" Yuan replied.

"Your master can also cook wine?" Tang Mugong listened and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course! The tutor will do anything. The master doesn't like gifts from others, but almost all the things to be used in the temple are made by the master himself. Except for some things that can't be made because there are no materials, so they will go down the mountain to buy them.

"Then what are the things in your temple that you bought from the mountain?" Tang Muxian asked casually, but he didn't take it seriously.

Who knew that the little monk listened to it, thought about it very seriously for a long time, pinched his fingers for a long time, and then finally said: "It seems that only the little golden Buddha enshrined by the master went to the bottom of the mountain to ask someone to help beat it." ”

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned, Tang Muxian didn't believe it at all, and asked, "Except for the little golden Buddha, there is nothing else?" ”

Liyuan thought about it very seriously again, and then said seriously: "Since I can remember, it seems that there is really nothing else except the little golden Buddha!" Oh! That's right! The little golden Buddha was originally some gold bars that the old benefactor gave to the master a few years ago, and the master was never willing to spend it, and it was originally the golden Buddha that he wanted to play. But the master calculated and felt that the gold was not enough, and the golden Buddha would be very small, so he went down the mountain, exchanged some silver for gold, and found a master to beat the little golden Buddha. ”

When everyone heard this, they were even more stunned: "According to your meaning, if your master's gold is enough to beat the Golden Buddha, he will fight it himself?" Tang Muhe couldn't help asking.

"Of course, the weapons in our temple are all made by the master himself, and even the iron sand is mined by the master himself in the mountains." When Li Yuan said this, he was very proud, and seemed to think that his master was amazing.

"It seems that your master knows a lot of things, not only can he cook wine, but he can also strike iron." Qing'er also praised.

"Isn't it! I've said it all, my master can do anything! The fate was even more proud.

"The Dustless Mage really knows a lot of things, and you'll know when you see him later." Ren Xiaoyao finally said a word for the little monk.

"I say I don't believe it, there is nothing else in this mountain, you bought it." Qing'er seemed unconvinced, and said angrily.

"Nope." The little monk didn't let it go at all.

"Your monk's robes?"

"The linen woven by my master himself, even the sawny is picked by the master himself." The little monk replied.

"Your bowl should have been burned by your master, right?"

"There is a big fire kiln on Lingyun Mountain, and our bowls are all burned in that kiln. When it was burned too much, it was taken down the mountain and sold. The little monk replied.

"Then you can't do this yourself, right?" Qing'er asked again.

"I can do it. As long as I was fine, Master asked me to go to the mountains to pick pine oil, and when I came back, Master melted it, added some incense herbs, poured it into a bamboo tube prepared in advance, and then pulled a candle wick soaked in sesame oil, and when it solidified, it was done. This makes a good candle flame not only to illuminate, but also to repel mosquitoes. The little monk said the truth, presumably he himself had followed the master, and he really couldn't help but be unbelieving.