Tonight, this Tzu Chi Temple can be regarded as another lesson for Ning Shi.

In a peaceful and prosperous world, temples are visited by all the people of the world and receive all the incense in the world, but once the people of the world need them, the mountains are closed? Isn't this fooling the people of the world? Treat everyone as fools.

Ning Shi was no longer willing to knock on the door: "Let's go, the monk wants to close the mountain, even if he knocks on his hand, this door will definitely not be opened, a fake Buddha who deceives the world and steals his name!"

Lu Youwei stood beside Ning Shi and hurriedly dragged him: "Child, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense, people are under the eaves." ”

Ning Shicai wouldn't be afraid, and he still had some agitated thoughts: "I just scolded it for being a fake Buddha, what's the matter? You have the ability to let the stinky monks inside come out! Let everyone see their dirty faces!"

Ye Qingniao is not a loser: "Yes, you should scold these things that cover your ears and steal the bell." ”

Swearing is certainly not a door that can be blocked.

The vicious invective, the little novice behind the door must be able to hear: "A few donors, don't scold anymore, save some effort, it's useless." ”

"It's cold on a snowy night, so save some energy to keep warm. ”

"Beware of freezing bones. ”

"By the way, I heard that the snow in Zen Mountain eats people, but I don't know if it's true. ”

Xiao Shami's words did not contain half a dirty word, but in Ning Shi's ears, they were very harsh: "Little monk, are you intimidating me? The snow in Zen Mountain will eat people? Do you think I will let this snow freeze to death? Is this the truth of your Buddhist cultivation?"

Xiao Shami's tone remained unchanged: "The little monk is just a kind reminder, there is no other meaning, as for whether the donor will be frozen, whether the body is cold or not, it is all your own business, it has nothing to do with the little monk, the little monk doesn't care." ”

Perhaps knowing that Ning Shi still had something to say, this little novice directly grabbed the conversation: "It's cold and the night is deep, so the little monk won't accompany the donors to chat here, it's good to go, don't send it." ”

"It was warm in the meditation room. ”

"The little monk is going back to the house to chant the scriptures. ”

The footsteps were far away.

The little novice really left.

Ye Qingniao on the side was so angry that he almost pulled out his knife directly, and then the little Taoist Xia Pingfan dared to hurriedly pull her: "Don't be impulsive, the abbot here is a great cultivator, isn't he just looking for a place to shelter from the wind and snow, why do you have to compete with other Tzu Chi Temples and go to our Taoist temple." ”

To go or not to go?

If you don't go, you have to go.

Fortunately, the road is not too far, except for the remoteness and slippery road, and finally arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple before these hundreds of people fainted.

Compared with the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside, the Taoist temple where Xia Pingfan lives is really shabby, and it is just a larger place, with walls and roofs, which can shelter from the wind and snow.

The chaotic footsteps were mixed with the cry of the doll, and directly woke up the middle-aged Taoist Xia Shan, who was just about to sleep, and put on his broken Taoist robe, curled up and came to the door of the Taoist temple: "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, you are really a good apprentice of the master, let you go and see who is slamming the door and disturbing the master's dream, you are good, bring back the people who knocked on the door." ”

Xia Pingfan was embarrassed, and then stomped his feet in a hurry.

The middle-aged Taoist sighed, waved his hand, dragged his apprentice to his side, turned sideways and lowered his voice and said, "Who made me your master, in front of outsiders, this time the master gave you enough face, don't take it as an example." ”

Turning his head, he greeted lazily: "Go in, go in, don't freeze your body and complain that our Taoist temple doesn't block the wind." ”

Xia Pingfan also followed in.

The middle-aged Taoist glared: "What are you doing? Do you have to do it yourself for the teacher to wipe your buttocks?"

Xia Pingfan looked at the master blankly: "What's wrong?"

The middle-aged Taoist said angrily: "Go to the cellar and carry some cabbage out, and peel all the winter melons in the kitchen, by the way, the pigs in the thatched house in the backyard are too dishonest." ”

Xia Pingfan was a little embarrassed: "If you do your job, the pig won't listen to me." ”

Middle-aged Taoist: "Disobedient? ”

Xia Pingfan: "......"

......

Ning Shi used to be very puzzled why the temple had to be built on the mountainside, but the Taoist temple was built on the top of the mountain.

This time, Ning Shi finally figured out that the temple was built on the mountainside, which was to facilitate people to worship the Buddha, burn incense and donate money. Therefore, many monks in the temple are all fat heads and big ears, and they look smiling, because they have enough oil and water and eat well.

Look at the Taoist temples on the top of those mountains, few people climb them all the year round, and there is no popularity, at most it is convenient for Qing cultivation, but there is also less support, so most of those cultivators are thin and thin.

Xia Pingfan is very thin.

His master was also very thin.

On weekdays, both the master and apprentice live a life of coarse tea and light food, according to Xia Pingfan's understanding, this time he brought the fellow villagers back to the Taoist temple without authorization, and he was lucky not to be beaten. Where will his master give a good face, in his eyes, the master is quite picky.

Who would have thought that the master would let him take out all the vegetables in the cellar for the winter, and slaughtered the fat pig that had been raised for a whole year.

This pig is a little dishonest, but he can't be guilty of death.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

Sin.

What a sin.

"Pork, cabbage, winter melon, what are you doing here?"

"Winter melon and cabbage meatball soup?"

"It's not the New Year. ”

"Will there be such a good thing?" When Xia Pingfan muttered, the back of the head was slapped by the master, "Silly boy, why are you stunned?

Xia Pingfan is still silly and cute: "Huh?"

His master finally couldn't stand it anymore, and leaned close to his ear and whispered: "You kid is blessed, look at this group of people, but there are a lot of good-looking little girls, you are not small, master has to give you a long face, and strive to find a good family." ”

Xia Pingfan exclaimed: "What?"

His master kicked him in the ass: "Go to work!

Give the apprentice a long face?

The middle-aged Taoist abuses his apprentices every day, when does he want to give his apprentices a long face? If he really wants to have a long face, will he run the Taoist temple into the current situation?

Of course.

The break is broken, and the effect of sheltering the wind and snow is still good.

The mountain wind finally stopped howling, and there was finally no knife-like snow cut on the face.

In the blink of an eye, the Temple of Broken Dao was full of people, but fortunately it was big enough and spacious.

Xia Pingfan began to be endlessly busy.

First, I went to the cellar to bring out all the cabbage and winter melons that had spent the winter, and then went to the backyard to slaughter the big fat pig, kill the pig, bleed, remove the hair, and cut the meat...... His master shouted that it was all chopped into minced meat, and Xia Pingfan tossed it a lot.

The ingredients are well matched.

Xia Pingfan was busy taking out all the braziers in the Taoist temple, burning the firewood, throwing them into the braziers, and putting more than a dozen tattered braziers in the hall, finally warmed up.

The dolls may be warm, maybe they are tired of crying, most of them have fallen asleep, and the villagers are healthy and healthy, and the weaker ones have begun to cough or sneeze.