The monk looked away, took out an account book and three pieces of money and put them on the table, and looked at Wu Jin.

"Is your father okay?"

"Master Lao is worried, and he has passed the threshold of life and death."

"Amitabha." The monk recited the Buddha and took out three taels of broken silver and put them on the table.

"The little monk just went to the right day of your father's work, he has been doing it for three months, and there are still fifteen days of accounts that have not been settled, one day is two hundred wen, deducting twenty-five wen for tea and rice, it should be two whole plus six hundred and twenty-five wen, the master said to add an integer to you, a total of three runs, you look at the account."

"Okay." Wu Jin really took the account book and took a closer look at it in the dark skylight.

When the monk saw this, he was also a little surprised - ordinary people came to settle the salary, either did not look at the accounts, or looked at them casually to show their trust in the temple, and it was the first one who looked so seriously.

Wu Jin looked carefully, starting from Wu's father's first day of work, until he saw the fingerprints pressed by Wu's father for the last time he received his salary, and there was no mistake or omission in the middle, so he continued to count the days when he didn't receive his salary.

After the calculation was correct, he put the account book on the table and smoothed it, and said to the monk: "The master has calculated a good penny, and it can be written off." ”

The monk said that it was good to calculate it in person, so as not to come to Luo Yi again later, so he took out a small piece of lead and drew a black silk column on the side of the column of Wu's father in the account book, which was used as a boundary.

After painting, he took out two ingots of silver and handed them to Wu Jin: "Your father stumbled, and we didn't want to go, but fortunately, people are still alive, and there is not much that can be taken out in the temple, so you can accept it." ”

After Wu Jin solemnly thanked him, he said: "I heard from the workers that when your father was digging the statue of Guanyin in the grotto, he broke one of the Bodhisattva's fingers, so the Bodhisattva sent down the tribulation to punish you, so that your father would not have resentment in his heart. ”

Wu Jin listened and smiled ugly.

Aren't my father's two legs as good as a finger of a stone statue?

And Mo Lingfeng, who had never spoken up, suddenly opened his mouth: "That Bodhisattva's heart is really small. ”

Wu Jin's heart suddenly relaxed, and there was a tide in his eyes, and at this moment, he suddenly felt the preciousness of Mo Lingfeng - if she wanted to protect anyone, even the gods and Buddhas she would have to say a few words.

The two of them just met in Pingshui, and she maintained it so much, no wonder her brother loved her so much.

She is a childish language, and the monks are not easy to deal with her, so they only vaguely typed a few Zen words, and asked them to hurry down the mountain, and now it is still too late to go down the mountain.

Wu Jin hurriedly put away the money, picked up the burden, and walked out with Mo Lingfeng.

When the sky first changed, the people and workers who came to worship Guanyin had already left, only the two of them were still staying, and at first they were still walking, but as soon as they walked out of the mountain gate, the sky changed again.

The wild wind was amazing, the black clouds were pressing overhead, the rain had not fallen, and the water in the gorge had already swelled.

Wu Jin knew that he couldn't leave for a while, and the mountain gate of the temple was not closed, so he immediately made a decision and took Mo Lingfeng to stride to the Tianwang Palace, never thinking that the Tianwang Palace had closed the palace door, so he could only sit on the ground under the corridor.

Mo Lingfeng looked left and right, trying to find a place to sit, Wu Jin took off the covered shirt and spread it on the stone base outside the threshold: "The slate is cold, sit on the clothes." ”

After Mo Lingfeng sat down, he put down the two baskets again, and the two baskets faced the two of them with black holes, sheltering them from the wind and rain.

As soon as we settled down, the rain began to fall.

The rain is strangely heavy, the wind is also strong, as if to carry the Xiongshan Temple away, the sound of water in the canyon is even more surging, the waves crash against the cliff wall, and make an earth-shattering sound.

Wu Jin clutched the two baskets tightly, hoping to let Mo Lingfeng get into a ball and roll into the basket, so as not to blow her out.

It had been raining heavily for more than four quarters of an hour, and the rain was a little lighter, and the wind was quieter, and the long roar of the two of them could be heard.

Mo Lingfeng couldn't help laughing: "Doesn't it look like you're singing?" ”

Wu Jin listened carefully and felt funny, the chirp in the stomachs of the two people called you back and forth, and they didn't let each other go, which meant a lot of competition.

After a while, the hungry Mo Lingfeng untied a cloth bag from his waist: "I'll blow it to you." ”

Wu Jin thought it was a spice bag, but he didn't expect to take out a goose egg-sized Tao Xun from it, and he didn't expect this little girl to blow it.

Mo Lingfeng put his finger on the hole, brought the mouth to his mouth, and lifted a breath: "Poof-"

The clouds are wet and foggy, the rain is dripping, Mo Lingfeng sits on the line shirt, nested into a small ball, his face is flushed, and he blows vigorously with his cheeks, Tao Xun painfully let out a howl of "poof", "suddenly", and "woooooo

A few bats perched under the eaves could not be disturbed and flopped and ran.

Wu Jin had nowhere to escape, and his face turned pale by two points when he listened to the "ghost scream" full of energy.

Mo Lingfeng was very serious, his eyes were always half-drooping, his head followed the tune little by little, his fingers were buttoned one by one, and his cheeks were bulging. Reveals a layer of extremely fine fluff.

At the end of the song, Mo Lingfeng put down Xun dizzily: "How is it?" ”

Wu Jin let out a dizzy "ang", like a donkey barking.

Mo Lingfeng wiped the mouthpiece with his sleeve, put it in a cloth bag, and put it back on his waist: "My breath is still unstable now, it would be good if I blow too much, I am familiar with that tune." ”

Wu Jin didn't hear the tone at all, her eyes withdrew from her face, buried her head, and smiled silently.

No matter how light the rain is, but the hour is already late, if you don't leave, you have to stay in Xiongshan Temple tonight, Mo Lingfeng stood up and patted his buttocks: "I have to go home, otherwise my brother will be afraid." ”

"I'll go too." Wu Jin put on the basket and the flat shoulder, and took the lead out of the mountain gate.

The small waterfall on the north side of Xiongshi Gorge, after a torrential rain, rushed down, and the rocks hit the shore, and the simple guardrails on the trail seemed to let it smash.

Wu Jin saw that the road was muddy and slippery, and saw that Mo Lingfeng was small, afraid that she would not be able to grasp the railing due to her lack of strength, so she thought about it, stuffed the basket and the flat burden into a grotto, and came back to pick it up another day, and untied the brown rope on the basket, and tied one end of the brown rope firmly around Mo Lingfeng's waist and the other end on her wrist.

"You go ahead, I'll follow you behind, watch the footsteps, don't be afraid, it's spacious after walking through this section."

Ah Yu nodded, and walked forward without fear.

Wu Jin walked alone, but he carried the hearts of two people, he was terrified, he was careful every step of his feet, his eyes were only occasionally raised, and when he was walking carefully, he suddenly heard a call from in front of him: "Ah Yu!" ”

At the same time, Wu Jin stepped into a large puddle of mud, and the mud seemed to be an endless abyss, directly past his ankles.

He pulled his foot out as he looked ahead.

There were more than a dozen fires in front, all of them were covered in clothes, and the person who walked in the front was as thin as a bamboo, after hearing Mo Lingfeng's response, despite the slippery and narrow road, he went straight forward, squatted down and hugged Mo Lingfeng hard, and took her out of his arms to check up and down.

The light behind him suddenly followed, illuminating the wet faces of the Mo family brothers and sisters, and their eyebrows and eyes were very similar.