The monk's slow foot strength is well known to the world.

The master of the Buddha family practiced hardship, and he has always been to avoid arrogance and luxury, bow to his relatives, and the distance caused by no question is far and near, and he walks with both feet, and he can't compare to the sedan chair and horseback riding. There is still a full moon before the sixth day of the sixth month of June, and Tianzhu Mountain is only 1,500 miles away from the capital, but several monks of Kuzen Temple have already packed up and went down the mountain early in the morning to summon.

Kuzen Temple summoned a total of six people, but there were nine old and young monks on the road, among which the three young monks of the "true" generation were all apprentices of the Faxiang, and were sent to take care of a person who should live. If it weren't for the official statement that "Master Hanging Moon is summoned", how could the Fa Xiang not let this eighty-two-year-old teacher uncle travel thousands of miles to the capital. Although the old monk of the Hanging Moon was listed as the first master in the world by the Xingxing Pavilion, he was old after all, and the minister of law was worried that his trip would be in danger. Pranya Hall and Luohan Hall are both places where Kuchan Temple studies martial arts, and the martial arts cultivation of Fakong and Fapu are also among the top five in Kuchan Temple, although they are not listed in the list of masters of the Star Pavilion, but absolutely no one dares to underestimate them. Kuchan Temple responded to the call of these six people, and there is no doubt that they are the strongest group of the Jianghu sect, that is, the Imperial Wind Dart Bureau, the Ruozhou Xu Family or the Danyang City Salt Gang are far beyond it.

"Uncle Shi, this... We haven't gone down the mountain for a few years, how can this Xiaozhou City have become such a scene?" The group got up early and went down Tianzhu Mountain, and at this time they had been on the road for more than five hours, and arrived at the Xiaozhou Mansion of Limin County, which was more than 200 miles away, and saw that there were hungry people fleeing from time to time on the road, and they couldn't help but sigh.

Xiaozhou is located in the northwest corner of Limin County, bordering Zhubei and Binghu Counties. Xiaozhou is famous all over the world, because it is the holy place of the Shijia ---- Kuzen Temple in the territory. The status of the Kuchan Temple in Xiaozhou is equivalent to that of the Zhenwuguan in the capital, and it is the only totem of the culture. Because of the practice of holding Zen and worshipping Buddha, it is known to the world because of the kindness of the local people, so it has become the first choice for disaster victims to escape from famine. That's why the monks met a lot of hungry people along the way.

It was already dusk, and it was time for dinner, and this group of young and old monks settled in a small inn. Nine people sat down at a large round table, and dinner was very simple---- one bowl of somen per person.

"Shopkeeper, do just do it, and give us something to eat. We're really hungry... Even if we die, please do well, don't let us be starving ghosts!Please, shopkeeper!" came a weak voice outside the shop, it was a thin woman with two little babies kneeling on the ground begging for food. As she spoke, she knelt down and kowtowed, and the two children beside her were already sobbing.

The shopkeeper was an old man in his fifties, and he was also embarrassed at this time, shaking his head and saying: "This lady, I really can't help it! These days, there are too many people begging for food, and now more than a dozen have come." I... My small shop is engaged in a small business with a small profit, and I have to feed this big family, how can I withstand such consumption? Amitabha, Buddha forgive!" Under the flickering candlelight, you can clearly see the tears flickering in his eyes.

In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs!

When the woman heard this, she sobbed and replied, "Thank you, shopkeeper, for the trouble." With that, he stood up tremblingly and reached out to take the two young children. The three of them held hands and walked away.

"Amitabha, good and good! My Buddha is merciful and willing to overcome all the sufferings in the world!" The old monk still has a little food here, and I would like to ask the donor to eat as he likes. ”

His internal strength was incomparably profound, and the sound of his qi was like whispering in the woman's ear. When the woman heard this, it was obvious that her body trembled slightly, and she pulled the two children back slowly.

The three women knelt down at the table of the monks and cried miserably: "Thank you for your kindness! Thank you for your kindness!"

"Amitabha! Donor, please get up!" Hanging Moon hurriedly helped her others. He was old, and there was no need to be taboo, and no one would find him abrupt. The Zhenru monk of the real character generation had already ordered a few vegetarian dishes from the old shopkeeper, and at this time the soup had not yet been served, but three bowls of somen had been added and placed on the table.

"Three donors, please come to the table and eat something!" said the monk Fapu as he stood up and saluted. The three true character monks had already given up their seats and stood aside. The woman thanked her again and again, took the two children into the chairs, gave them the good bamboo chopsticks and sat down to eat.

The three of them had bloodless faces, obviously weak and hungry, but they always had a proper manner when they ate on the seats, and it was clear at a glance that they were by no means from ordinary poor families. One bowl of somen noodles per person, licking the ground for a day, and there is not half a drop of soup left. The guy who ran the hall came over at the right time and put down three bowls of somen noodles and three plates of vegetarian dishes.

The three of them didn't know how long they had been hungry, and a bowl of somen noodles was obviously not enough to fill their stomachs. However, without the monks asking for food, the three of them did not move to pick up the chopsticks on the table. The old monk of Hanging Moon saw it, and said with a warm smile: "The donor doesn't have to be formal, but please take chopsticks and eat! We have already finished eating, and the vegetarian dishes and noodles here are for the three of you, so you don't need to be polite." ”

After getting the old monk's permission, the three of them stood up, bowed down to thank the monks, and began to pick up chopsticks to eat after the ceremony.

Monk Fakong watched from the sidelines, and his compassion grew, and he recited softly: "Amitabha, may the Buddha be merciful and overcome all the sufferings in the world! May my Buddha be merciful, overcome all the sufferings in the world, get rid of all bad karma, and fill the world with goodness!" The woman was eating noodles with her head bowed, and when she heard him whisper silently, tears in her eyes could not stop falling into the bowl.

Six bowls of somen noodles and three dishes of vegetarian dishes may not be able to be eaten by three ordinary strong men, but the three frail and thin women and children have all of them in their stomachs. Seeing that the monk Zhenru turned over and went to the counter, as if he was going to add noodles and vegetables, the woman hurriedly stood up from her seat, bowed down and called: "Master, please stay, my mother and son are full, and they can't eat anymore, thank you for your kindness!"

"The donor, the poor monk and others are the monks of the Kuzen Temple of Tianzhu Mountain, and they have not come down the mountain for several years. I don't know what happened here, so that there are starving people everywhere?" asked Monk Fakong with his hands folded.

The woman returned the salute and replied: "Master, the concubine is originally from Pingzhou City, Shanghe County, and these two are my children." Speaking of this, the woman paused, stretched out her hand and stroked the two children respectively, tears in her eyes rippled, full of reluctance and helplessness. I only heard her continue: "My husband's surname is Xie, and he is a famous family in Pingzhou City for a hundred years. The husband of the concubine is a state secretary of Zhishi, and his family has purchased thousands of acres of fertile land, and he has never had to worry about food and clothing. ”

The monks saw that the three of them were thoughtful and respectful, and they had guessed that they were not from ordinary backgrounds, but they didn't expect that they were the family members of the lord of the state capital. Fa Kong's face was curious, and then he asked: "Since the donor has such a family business, why did he become a starving person? But why?"

"Hehe, Wanguan's family business is like a passing cloud. A natural disaster took all these things with it, and left nothing behind. The woman laughed miserably.

Monk Fapu originally said little, but at this time he couldn't help but ask: "Oh, what kind of natural disaster happened?"

The woman's eyes were foggy, as if her soul was out of her body, and she murmured, "A rare flood." As she spoke, she couldn't help hugging her two sons and whispered: "In March, it rained heavily in Pingzhou City for ten days in a row. On the 25th, the Pingzhou Dam burst, and the monstrous water was as fierce as a rare beast, devouring everything. Everywhere they passed, no people or animals were left behind the roof tiles, and all the vitality was destroyed. After the flood, 400,000 or 500,000 floating corpses drowned in Pingzhou City, and 400,000 lonely souls and wild ghosts wailed and wailed night and night, which was even worse than the Asura Hell of the Buddhist family!"

"What?" Fapu was shocked, his face couldn't help but change, and asked, "Donor, is it forty or five hundred thousand people?" The woman said clearly, and he heard clearly, but he still couldn't believe it. Didn't the other eight monks react the same way as him? A flood brought 400,000 to 500,000 living names, which was really unheard of. Buddhism has always been good, and when I heard about the worst thing in the world, it was that they had been practicing for many years, and the ancient well was sad and heartbroken.

I heard that there are more than 600,000 people in Pingzhou, and only 100,000 have survived. An old voice rang out. It turned out that the old shopkeeper listened to their answers, came over, and couldn't help but interject. He took a chair and sat down on the side, sighing: "These days, there are many more victims from Pingzhou in Xiaozhou, and I have heard a lot of them talk about it. Alas, that miserable thing! Nine out of ten rooms were wiped out. The smell of corpses in Pingzhou City drifted hundreds of miles with the wind! Those who survived by luck had nothing, and they had no choice but to flee the famine, and I don't know how many people died on the way. Alas, miserable!" said the old shopkeeper, shaking his head and wiping away his tears. These days, he has been doing his best to lose money, and he has given a lot of alms to the victims, but he also has young and old to feed, and he can't do it.

Fapu thought of the scene of corpses all over the city of Pingzhou and a hundred miles of smell, and couldn't help but mourn in his heart, and immediately sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and recited: "Amitabha!" The old monk of the full moon saw it, and said softly: "I'll wait, for the soul of the dead in Pingzhou! When the remaining seven people saw it, they also sat down and recited the mantra of rebirth: "Nam no Amitabha night, Dotagada night, Dodhari night." Amiri Dubhavi, Amirido. Sidhamma, Ami sneered. Vigalandhi, Ami Bab. Vigaranda, Gamira, Gagana, Taugarda Kalitha Bha!"

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For a while, the Sanskrit sound spread in the inn. Seeing this, diners and passers-by also sat down on the ground and chanted incantations softly, surpassing the hundreds of thousands of undead.