When Jian Zhizhi and the others turned around, they saw a young monk hurrying up with a wooden stick and running straight in front of Song Lin.

"Don't be nervous about this donor, the little monk has no malice."

Seeing Song Lin frowning at his approach, the young monk took a step back, hurriedly performed a Buddhist salute, and stopped his steps.

Song Lin: "The little master has something to do with me?" ”

The young monk in front of him happened to be the one who guided him when he donated rice before.

The young monk nodded, "The rice donated generously to the temple by the donor's family has helped a lot, and the little monk has come to thank the donor for the temple and the people." ”

When Song Lin heard this, he didn't take credit at all, "If you want to thank my shopkeeper, she is kind-hearted." I can't afford to donate such a big bag of rice. ”

If it were him, at most he would give a little money for sesame oil, and he would definitely not give too much.

Song Lin pointed at Jian Zhizhi and introduced, "This is my shopkeeper." ”

The young monk's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw Jian Zhizhi as Song Lin pointed out, but he did not thank him vaguely:

"Thank you, donor."

Being thanked by the young monk for being so serious, Jian Zhizhi had a strange feeling in his heart.

However, Jian Zhizhi quickly reacted, and nodded lightly at the young monk,

"Little master, don't be polite, if it's nothing, we'll go back first, there are still some things in the shop."

Let's go!

She was a little afraid that the young monk would tell her:

The temple is still short of rice, so please ask her to help me.

The young monk said a word of Buddha and asked seriously:

"There is indeed something I want to ask the shopkeeper, there are a lot of displaced people at the moment, I wonder if the shopkeeper has any surplus food in his hands? Can you stay for us for two more days? ”

Stay two more days?

Are they ready to buy?

When Jian Zhizhi was puzzled, the young monk spoke again:

"Shopkeeper, please rest assured, we won't take the shopkeeper's food for nothing to make it difficult for you."

Surprise flashed on Jian Zhizhi's face when he heard this, the monks in this temple were thorough.

These words made her more willing to give food, without that feeling of being forced.

It's just that it's hard to say if she's still there tomorrow.

Jian Zhizhi replied: "I don't have a lot of food there, if the little master wants it, I'll go back and have someone send it over." ”

I'm afraid it won't work for her to support everyone, but it's okay to let her crowdfund a part.

She has a good heart, but she has not yet cultivated to the realm of great love.

She was already short of food, and she was still trying to find a way to collect it.

Anyway, the rice that Qingsheng and the others recovered before can't be counted in the order, so it doesn't hurt to send some of it to them.

"Amitabha, the little monk is here to thank the donor."

Jian Zhizhi saw that the other party was grateful, and suddenly asked:

"Little master, if the ancestors asked for food with their dreams, how can we deliver the food to the ancestors?"

Could it be the same as worshipping the Buddha and Bodhisattva?

Or like worshipping our ancestors......

This is what Jian Zhizhi thought of when she watched the abbot give incense to the Buddha, maybe she got the wrong direction at the beginning.

Zhang Tong is not a normal person now, and normal food will definitely not be able to be given to him.

She wondered if she could also provide food to Zhang Tong like worshipping the gods and Buddhas.

Although it seems a bit outrageous, Jian Zhizhi feels that it is not unreasonable.

If it can, Zhang Tong's list should be no suspense.

The rest of the time she had could use to collect food for other orders.

When Song Lin and the others heard this, they didn't understand why she asked this.

On the contrary, Zhang Tong, who was in a transparent state, looked at Jian Zhizhi in a daze for a while after hearing Jian Zhizhi's inquiry.

After a moment, as if thinking of something, a flash of thought flashed across his face.

Is it because of this?

He hadn't thought of it that way before.

No wonder he didn't feel right when he prepared food so many times, it wasn't because the food he prepared was wrong.

The young monk was stunned for a moment when he heard Jian Zhizhi's words, and then recited a Buddha name in a low voice, lowered his eyebrows and gave Jian Zhizhi advice:

"The donor can go to see them more during the New Year's holidays, burn more paper money for Ling Zun and others, and ...... in the temple"

Got it.

According to this little master's words, her idea is feasible.

After Jian Zhizhi thanked others, he led Song Lin and the others back.

Coming down from Huguo Temple, Jian Zhizhi and others saw a lot of homeless people.

Zhou Kun suddenly grabbed Jian Zhizhi's hand and said crisply, "Sister, let's go over and take a look." ”

Jian Zhizhi looked down at him, but saw him looking up at himself, and then secretly looked not far away.

The little guy is quite clever, and he knows to secretly hint at himself.

Jian Zhizhi nodded at him, and was about to follow him to see the situation.

Aunt Zhou was a little embarrassed, "You kid ......"

Zhou Kun hugged Jian Zhizhi's thighs and didn't look at his grandmother.

Jian Zhizhi smiled at Aunt Zhou and helped Zhou Kun speak:

"Aunt Zhou, you're a little serious, just take a look, we don't have anything to do anyway, let's take a look."

Zhou Kun pulled Jian Zhizhi to the side of the road, and glanced at her sideways.

Jian Zhizhi looked at the person cowering under the root of the tree, and suddenly fell into silence.

When Aunt Zhou saw it, sympathy flashed on her face, and she unconsciously let out:

"This ......"

Aunt Zhou quickly swallowed the following words, and her expression was a little more fluctuating.

The man cowered under the roots of the tree was covered in a mess, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with mud, so that it was impossible to see what he was like.

But he was huddled there in a small lump, not like an adult.

Seeing this, Song Lin's compassion moved, and then he looked sideways at Jian Zhizhi.

"Shopkeeper ......"

Song Lin was a little embarrassed to say the latter words, but a little gloom flashed between his expressions, and he pursed his lips.

He was originally the one who was taken in by the shopkeeper, so how could he be qualified to ask the shopkeeper to help others?

Zhang Tong also looked at Jian Zhizhi, and only after opening his mouth did he remember that Jian Zhizhi couldn't see him, so he hurriedly went to see Zhou Kun.

Seeing this, Zhou Kun dragged Jian Zhizhi.

Jian Zhizhi sighed secretly, and then let go of Zhou Kun and let him stay by Aunt Zhou's side.

Jian Zhizhi: "I'll take a look." ”

Jian Zhizhi didn't react when she approached the other party, which made her feel strange.

Jian Zhizhi spoke up: "How are you?" Would you like to come back with me and wash it up? ”

The man didn't respond, and Jian Zhizhi couldn't help but reach out and touch his arm.

As a result, with only a little force, he leaned to the right and almost fell.

But despite this, he did not raise his head.

Jian Zhizhi's heart sank, and he directly reached out and brushed away the hair in front of him.

Inadvertently touching his forehead, Jian Zhizhi gasped.

It's hot!

Jian Zhizhi directly hugged the person, and was stunned again.

It was lighter than she had imagined.

However, Jian Zhizhi still turned around and left, and only then did he explain to Song Lin when he walked to the side of the road:

"You're fast, go back and boil some hot water first, and then go find a doctor and come back."