Zhang Saiwen had breakfast in the dining room of Wufeng Temple, and he didn't go back out of the temple gate with his woven bag. After walking around the outer wall of the temple for almost half a circle, I followed the sound of gurgling water to the place where the fish pond overflowed out of the wall.

After carefully observing the terrain, he peeled through the thorny grass and bushes. Jump three times and two times to the edge of this small pool of water that is formed by the convergence of the water.

It was still early, and the ridgeline in the distance was inlaid with a bright golden light. The shadows of the trees that grew just over the ridge shimmered, and the light from the gaps in the canopy illuminated the dwarf bushes and clearings at the foot of the trees into a swaying and fragmented gold in the wind.

As soon as the second cigarette butt was put under his feet and extinguished, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the distance below the artificially stepped forest path in front of him. The footsteps of more than one or two people, the sound coming from below, seemed a little messy.

There seems to be an empty drinking water bucket hitting the ground or the sound of an empty tree branch. Very suddenly, a group of six or seven men and women stood in front of them.

The few slightly empty flat ground by the waterhole were taken up by Zhang Saiwen in a sitting position. It's not good to sit down, taking up space in the middle of the buttocks, and stretching out the legs straight.

In such a cramped place, such an act of occupying a pit and not. It looks both arrogant and obnoxious. Among the six or seven people, there was a middle-aged man with a stout body and a white face.

He was carrying an empty eight-liter bottle of purified water of a certain brand. After waving the empty bottle he was carrying in his hand at Zhang Saiwen, he asked angrily: Brother, can you lend us a place?

Zhang Saiwen glanced up at him, and said very confusedly: I don't occupy a place, you guys line up and catch water one by one. There is no need for a group of people to gather around the pool and press the water in their hands into the water.

Besides, this waterhole won't be enough for you to do together, right?

Saying this, seeing the middle-aged man's gaze and expression at him, his face was calm. Completely unannoyed and angry, he suddenly felt that he was weak and had no chance of winning against this group of people. After speaking, he still shrank his feet, clapped his hands and stood up.

A smug look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his mouth was still lukewarm, and then his words continued: "You are a pilgrim who came to the temple to offer incense, right?" As he spoke, he pointed with the hand that had not grasped the water bottle towards the temple on the hill.

Zhang Saiwen stood still and glanced at him, noncommittal to reach out for a cigarette. The man quickly took out the cigarette and fire from his pocket and stuffed them in front of Zhang Saiwen like a trick.

He took the cigarette stuffed by the man, lit it and smoked it, and then said lightly: I am not a pilgrim, I am here to visit the old.

The man smiled and said, visiting friends at the temple? It's very fresh. I'm a lay disciple of Master Huikong, so the friend you visit won't happen to be my master, right?

Zhang Saiwen glanced at everyone and glanced at a thin woman in the crowd. Then he moved his gaze to the vermilion temple wall on the slope, and said indifferently: My old name is Sikong Yue, and I didn't ask him what his Dharma name was.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything more. Zhang Saiwen pretended to be familiar and asked: What are you doing here early in the morning when you cross the mountains and mountains? Do you take temple water?

A skinny man at the back of the crowd said we did come to fetch water, didn't you?

Zhang Saiwen shook the woven bag in his hand, and slowly reached in and took it out for a long time. took out a 500ml empty mineral water bottle, stared at it for a few times, and said slowly: Naturally, I am also here to get water.

Before you arrived, I was thinking about it, this water does look very clear, but will it be too much microbe, you say?

The thin woman opened her mouth and said, don't talk nonsense, this is the water that Master Huikong has boiled. How can you use worldly ideas to think about whether it has microorganisms or not? Wouldn't it be better to have microbes? There are microorganisms that we just happen to get through it, benefiting ourselves and others.

Zhang Saiwen forcibly pressed down the root of his tongue, and echoed the accompaniment and said: Yes, yes, self-interest and others.

The white-faced middle-aged man looked around at everyone and said, "Everyone, let's get started."

With that, he put the empty bucket at his feet and folded his hands on the height. Very reverently, he squinted slightly and chanted a Buddha name, then picked up the bucket and walked over to receive water.

After the man filled it, he took out a new stopper and stuffed the bucket, lifted the water and put it on the side of the road when it came. The second one after him followed, and also reverently lowered the container of water.

He also put his hands together and chanted a Buddha name to the high place, and after chanting the Buddha name, he began to receive water, and after receiving it, he put the full water behind the man's bucket.

And then the third.

The fourth.

……

When it was Zhang Saiwen's turn, he was ready to squat down with a mineral water bottle in his hand, and directly pressed the empty bottle to fill it. Turning around, he saw six or seven pairs of eyes, all motionless, all staring at the movement of his hands.

His movements couldn't help but pause, and after thinking about it, he stood up and prepared to stand up and perform a Buddhist prostration. Just as he was about to stand up with one hand, he felt that the gazes staring at the back of his head behind him were all full of anger and murderous aura for a moment.

He threw the empty water bottle into the woven bag and saluted with his hands half-folded to the heights. I said in my heart: Come to a small fish and shrimp, I will take you away with a bottle.

All of them were filled with water, and the middle-aged man who took the lead said let's go, everyone. After saying these four words, he took his own water from the ground. It's like giving orders to everyone, and it's like talking to yourself in the air. Said aloud: Compassion is cherished.

The second man picked up the water and said, "Good thoughts are everlasting."

The third said, "Mercy is boundless."

Fourth: forgiveness and tolerance.

……

Seven or eight people were a bit much, and the thin black man at the end of the line picked up his water. It took a long time to hold back a sentence: Honor your parents.

Zhang Saiwen called out to him a good guy in his heart, but he didn't know that he had not read the Buddhist scriptures well until the end. The four words of filial piety to your parents will be held for a long time, and your parents will not chase you and shout and kill when they know about it?

The middle-aged man stood at the head of the team and didn't mean to leave immediately, and everyone didn't look back. Only the thin black man who was originally at the end of the team in a group of people half-turned around and whispered to Zhang Saiwen, who followed at the end: Song, hurry up! Only after the song is finished can we walk together!

Zhang Saiwen suddenly realized, and shouted loudly: Hold on to self-denial.

The team magically moved.

There was nothing to say all the way down the mountain. When I got to the foot of the mountain, I found that there was another problem, the minivan of the leading brother only had seven seats.

Zhang Saiwen is pure and extra, he is too big and has no way to squat in the car. In total, I couldn't come up with a suitable plan for half a day.

Zhang Saiwen swept over the thin black man, and whispered while stuffing two hundred yuan into his hand: You take a taxi to keep up.