On this day, Jushan stole a few taels of silver from the temple and went down the mountain to wait for an opportunity to buy jade in the Acropolis. How did he know that the divine jade used by the immortals was already very expensive, and it was already priceless, buying more and selling less.

And if you want to trade, you often need to go through a reputable place such as a big money bank or a jade refining hall that has a relationship with the divine realm. How can you buy it on this ordinary street?

In fact, most of the divine jade and jade mines have been concentrated in the hands of Brahman, Buddhism, Zoroastrianism, and Taoism, even if you have a hundred taels of gold, you may not be able to buy a catty, just because jade is not like others, the more you buy, the more expensive the price will be.

Naturally, the giant mountain found nothing, wandered to the vicinity of the riverside wharf, and saw an old monk dressed in Zhongtu, fainting on the side of the road. Although his monk's robe was patched a few times, it was spotlessly washed, and there was a huge floater perched on his body.

Jushan couldn't help but slap it, and the floaters were extremely agile and escaped. When I flew away, there seemed to be a subtle "buzzing" voice that said, "I'm not sucking blood...... He's hungry!

Although Jushan was a little surprised in his heart: Can mosquitoes become sperm in these years, is the old monk really hungry? He hurriedly went to buy some goat's milk and pancakes, and helped the old monk to eat them.

The old monk relieved his strength, thanked the giant mountain and said that he was more than seventy years old, and had been studying in the Buddhist land of Tianzhu for 13 years, and was eager to return to his hometown to promote the Dharma, but he was not enough entanglement, and had been wandering near the wharf for several days.

Jushan also heard the Fa first and said that there are some places where beautiful jade circulates in Middle Earth, and if you have money, you can buy divine jade in the Jade Refining Hall and the Sanssouci Money Village. There are two ways back to Middle-earth: one is by land, although the distance is close, but you must first cross the Great Snow Mountain.

The snow-capped mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and are the highest mountains in the Great Wilderness, steep and bitterly cold, and often die for life when they climb over.

There are thousands of miles of desert behind, hundreds of miles of uninhabited, not to mention beasts, demons, robbers and the like, now he is not afraid of difficulties, but how can his old body withstand thousands of miles of wind and snow and thousands of miles of Gobi......

The other is the sea route, not to mention tens of thousands of miles, the waves are ruthless, and the kraken is unpredictable, but fortunately, it depends on the sea ship, which can save his strength.

So, he had to stay at the dock every day, waiting for the opportunity to take a boat back, but when he ran out of entanglements, he fainted on the side of the road with hunger.

Jushan couldn't help but be secretly moved when he heard this.

When he returned that day, he went to ask Senior Brother Deva to give him some more silver, so that he could go to Middle-earth to find jade for his master, so that he could regain his former vitality and vigor.

Deva told him that Middle-earth is tens of thousands of miles away, and the snow-capped mountains are in between, and for thousands of years, there are many monks and merchants on the road, leaving behind piles of white bones.

It's better to leave the money for Master to buy medicine.

That night, the giant mountain tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking of how heroic the master was back then, the snow-capped mountains ran up and down like the wind, and the scriptures and teachings could be sleepless for three days and three nights.

The sub-hour (note: 11 p.m. to 1 a.m.) passed, and then the ugly hour (note: 1 a.m. to 3 a.m.). In the monk's room, snoring came and went one after another, but Jushan's heart was tormented.

He got up and dressed, and quietly went out of the room. At that time, the moon was in the middle of the night, the cold air was in the bones, and the giant mountain's heart could not be calmed for a long time, and the wish was like a wave stirring in the chest:

Master treats me like a loving father, and I am so afraid of difficulties, why can't I do something for him? Middle-earth people: Father is kind and filial to son. Although he is a master, he is like a loving father to me, always loving me, loving me, and protecting me.

As the miraculous doctor Jaiva said, I would not have lived to be ten years old, but if it weren't for the Master's painstaking efforts to find medical advice everywhere, I finally had the adventure of Kailash Pochin, who was relieved of my cold cough and saved my life.

I used to be as weak as a chicken and did nothing, but now I am strong and ...... Can only sigh here for a long time? Can't share Master's worries?

He didn't do it for me, but what did I do for him?

As soon as he thought of this, he felt a fierce feeling in his heart, and suddenly jumped up, sneaked into the front hall, and carefully lifted the merit box above his head, and the silver coins inside made a small cracking sound, startling several jackdaws.

Jushan put the box on top of his head (Note: This is the daily mastery of Tianzhu people, everyone will - top basin gong. Whatever you are, as long as you put it on your head, it will never fall), go over the wall.

He took out all the money and belongings in the merit box, and went all the way to the ruined temple where Fa Xian lived. The roof of the house was broken, the oil in the candlestick was dry, and just as a beam of moonlight was spilling through the hole, Fa Xian was wrapped in a tattered quilt, trembling and whispering the "Chang A Han Sutra".

Four large boxes of scriptures are neatly placed around, Qinghui pours directly on the top of the old monk's head, seeing this pious and solemn scene, the giant mountain can't help but feel respectful, only feel that he is more solemn and pious than many senior brothers and mud Buddha in the temple, which is admirable.