Xiao Yao led the Golden Wheel Dharma King and others to Shaolin Mountain, and it has only been half a day until now, and he has not had time to have any formal contact with Shaolin Temple. However, due to the big stakes of the matter, Xiao Yao had already decided to do it himself, so under his all-encompassing arrangements, the Shaolin Temple had already gotten some news through various channels, otherwise at this time, this large group of Mongolian military horses suddenly appeared at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and the Shaolin Temple would have been on guard for a long time. However, although it is so calm on the surface, Xiao Yao can also imagine that in the face of this kind of thing directly related to life and death, the Shaolin Temple at this time is probably also surging under the calm surface, and it is precisely because of this that he wants to sneak into the Shaolin Temple at this time and inquire about some doorways.

Carrying the firewood, Xiao Yao pretended to have heavy footsteps, and slowly walked on the stone steps of the mountain road, and in the middle of summer, although he was light yì can fight the heat with the internal force of Jiuyin, so that he can keep himself fresh at all times, but thinking of an ordinary farmer, and carrying such a heavy bundle of firewood, although the green pines and cypresses on the Shaolin Mountain, the green trees are shady, but if he does not have a drop of sweat, it is inevitably a little too abnormal, so under his deliberate intention, after a while, he was sweating profusely by his own internal force, his face was red, at first glance, he was a poor peasant who was tired of running around under the sun for most of the day。

Thinking that there was no mistake in this dress, Xiao Yao buried his head and walked straight towards the Shaolin Temple. In the distance, he suddenly saw a pavilion halfway up the mountain road, and there were two monks in the pavilion who kept looking down the mountain, and their eyes seemed to be facing the place where the Golden Wheel Dharma King was camping. Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao was moved, and said in his heart: "These two people may be sent by the Shaolin Temple to monitor the eyes of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, perhaps...... I can let these two people take me into the temple. As soon as he thought of this, he deliberately walked very slowly, pretending to be out of breath and overwhelmed, and as soon as he arrived outside the mountain pavilion, he immediately put down the firewood and rested. Seeing this, the two monks in the mountain pavilion didn't care, and one of the monks kindly handed over the water bladder he carried with him, and said, "Fellow, the weather is very hot, it's not easy for you to exert your strength, come and drink saliva,"

Xiao Yao listened to the monk's sincere tone, and his heart was really moved, and his face also made a gesture of gratitude, and thanked him again and again: "Thank you master for your mercy, thank you master." As he spoke, he took the water bladder and drank it with a clatter. After drinking this breath, he really waved the simple and honest characteristics of the countryman to the fullest, and when the water bladder was returned to the monk, there was no trickle left in it.

Looking at his empty water bladder, the monk looked at Xiao Yao, had to smile bitterly, and casually put it back into the monk's robe, and couldn't help but secretly cry bitterly in his heart. The two of them were ordered to monitor the Mongolian team under the mountain here, once there was any trouble, they must report to the abbot as soon as possible, since Xiao Yao led the team over, in the morning, they went back and forth, and they had flown several times. And in the morning, it is good to say, the weather is not so hot, but at this time it is the afternoon, it is the hottest time of the day, although there is shade in the pavilion, but can not bear the dry mouth, without this bag of water, for a long time, the monk is afraid that he will suffer from thirst.

Another monk looked at the large bundle of dry firewood that Xiao Yao was carrying, and kindly reminded: "Fellow, did you pick this firewood to sell in the temple? ”

Xiao Yao was surprised, first showed a little angry look, deliberately raised his voice, and shouted like a villager: "Why? When I came two days ago, it was fine, and it was a hot day, isn't this tossing people?" But then, he changed to a gloomy expression and said: "Alas, my son is suffering from the summer heat, and now he is pointing to the fact that after selling firewood, he can exchange some money for him to treat his illness, but now he is ......" As he spoke, he frowned deeply, and stopped talking, and he had already picked up the firewood again, and it seemed that he was planning to go down the mountain.

When the monk who had the water bag empty heard this, he couldn't help but feel compassion and said: "Fellow, you don't know, the Mongolians are coming to our Shaolin Temple these days, and the abbot is afraid that they will hurt the innocent, so he ordered no one to enter the temple. But seeing that you are so pitiful, let's make it easier. Senior brother, you take him into the incense soup kitchen through the back door, if the temple knows, he will say that he is a villager who is used to selling firewood, and it will not hurt. ”

The monk also said: "Yes, the temple does not allow outsiders to enter the temple, which is to prevent Mongolian meticulous work." These loyal and honest villagers, why should they cut off their livelihood?" Speaking of this, he seemed to be consciously speechless, so he hurriedly shut up, led Xiao Yao to the back door and entered the temple, picked up the dry firewood to the kitchen, and the monk who had his own incense kitchen counted the firewood money, a total of five Wen.

After the transaction was completed, Xiao Yao was about to find some excuse to separate from the monk, and then quietly inquired in the temple, the monk in charge of the incense soup kitchen looked at him a few times, but suddenly said: "There will be distinguished guests in the temple in the next few days, and I don't know how many more guests will be there. I think this little brother is born strong, why don't you come and help for the time being, and give you ten cents a day until the distinguished guest leaves, how about it?"

Xiao Yao thought about it for a while, and felt that something was wrong: "The reason why I didn't come with King Jinlun was because I was afraid that someone would recognize me. Thinking of this, I wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, I said: "Wouldn't it be nice if I just stayed in the kitchen and didn't go anywhere except when I was moving?" Thinking of this, he deliberately showed hesitation, and neither said yes nor no.

The monk in charge of the incense soup kitchen has been troubled for many days since he learned that the Golden Wheel Venerable and his party were coming. It's not that he thinks the Mongols are cruel, but this time he came with a different heart, and he must have a plan, because these things are decided by the abbot, and all he thinks about is how to do a good job of reception. But he has always heard that the Mongolian people eat without meat and are not happy, but the five precepts to be followed by the monks are the precepts of killing, abstaining from eating meat, which may be a trivial matter elsewhere, but it is a big problem in the Shaolin Temple, in contrast, the shortage of manpower is not so urgent.

These two problems are very difficult for him, it just so happened that when he saw Xiao Yao at this time, he suddenly came up with an idea, that is, to directly let the people outside the temple be responsible for the diet of the Mongolians, in that way, these monks can not only save trouble, but also can be very thoughtful without breaking the vows, it is precisely because of this, so he wants to keep Xiao Yao wholeheartedly. At this time, he saw that Xiao Yao was already hesitant, so he kept persuading.

Finally, Xiao Yao saw that the time was ripe, so he reluctantly agreed: "Master, then it's decided, but ten cents a day is too little, at least ...... It takes fifteen centries. I also have a child at home who has suffered from heat stroke and is waiting for the money......"

The monk in charge of the incense soup kitchen smiled and said, "Then let's make a decision, if you have a sick person in your family, the monks should be compassionate, and I will give you a rise of 20 wen, as long as you deal with it for me for these two days." ”

When Xiao Yao heard this, he thanked him again and again, and his expression was extremely satisfied.

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