The hall of the Taoist temple has long been stuffed with bedding, because there are too many people, there must be no kang.

The bedding was piled up together, covering the body of the old man and the doll, and the charcoal in the brazier was burning very strongly, although it was still snowing outside, but the temperature in the broken Taoist temple had gradually warmed up. The bedding in Tzu Chi Temple is very thick, very dry, and uses a lot of cotton, which is naturally comfortable to cover, and it is very comfortable.

When Ning Shi sent over the winter melon meatball soup, these men couldn't help but thank them.

Ning Shi pointed to Xia Pingfan, who was busy before and after: "Don't thank me, thank him, his name is Xia Pingfan, his master's name is Xia Shan, this Taoist temple is the best Taoist temple I have ever seen." ”

When Xia Pingfan heard this, he immediately blushed a little.

He didn't think it was a common thing to do something so great to let everyone take shelter from the wind and snow, and he was even afraid that he would not do well enough to entertain everyone.

A few young people shuttled between the halls with light hands and feet.

"Uncle, this is the winter melon meatball soup made by Xia Pingfan and his master for everyone, you eat it while it's hot, and the soup is also drunk, and there are herbs to ward off the cold in it, which is very replenishing. ”

"Little sister, serve it, don't spill it, eat slowly, be careful of scalding, call my brother after eating, and my brother will serve it to you." ”

"Auntie, don't sleep yet, eat something and then sleep, remember to cover the doll with a futon when you sleep, if it's still cold, you can talk, I'll burn the brazier more vigorously." ”

Ning Shi is okay, Xia Pingfan is a little overwhelmed, this little road is long-skinned.

"Xiao Fan, say hello to your master, this meal is really fragrant. ”

"Xiao Fan, sit on Grandpa's side and rest for a while, after being busy, look at the sweat of this brain. ”

"Xiaofan, how old is it, what is it?"

"Xiao Fan, do you Taoist temple let you get married?"

"Xiaofan, what do you think of the osmanthus in our village?"

Xia Pingfan didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to grin, and his cheeks were about to stiffen: "Osmanthus? Do I like it? I like it, I like osmanthus, it must be very fragrant. ”

"Then my aunt will tell you a matchmaker, will it be?"

"Where's your master?"

Xia Pingfan heard it: "No, what does I have to do with osmanthus and the matchmaker?"

Ning Shi passed by, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Osmanthus is a girl, not a real flower, you are really a goose." ”

Xia Pingfan's cheeks turned even redder, and he quickly turned his head and explained: "Auntie, auntie, I don't like osmanthus, I made a mistake just now, I didn't hear it clearly." ”

"Huh?"

"What about people?"

Xia Pingfan grabbed Ning Shi: "The one just now, what about the aunt who asked me if I liked osmanthus or not?"

Ning Shi pointed to the outside of the hall: "It's out, didn't you say you like it." ”

Xia Pingfan stomped his feet anxiously: "I like flowers, don't I like osmanthus, can this be the same, this doesn't work, it's really not good." What did that girl do out there? You know?"

Ning Shi couldn't stop being happy: "I guess I should have gone to find your master, well, I must be looking for your master, tell you the matchmaker, by the way, do you need me to take a look at the osmanthus for you first?"

Xia Pingfan grabbed his hair vigorously and grabbed Ning Shi: "Don't!"

"No, I can't. ”

"I have to go find my master, it's terrible. ”

"Master, he really didn't lie to me before, the woman under the mountain is as fierce as a tiger!"

Xia Pingfan didn't dare to stay in the hall, Ning Shi also followed, the hall was very warm, but it was cold outside, and the ice and snow were biting.

Xia Pingfan knew that the master took Lu Yan to the backyard, saying that it was the backyard, but it was a steep cliff, and this was already the top of Zen Mountain.

The middle-aged Taoist had already asked Lu Yan and asked him, "Do you want cremation or burial." ”

Lu Yan's home is not Zen Mountain, although he is still young, but he understands the reason: "My sister should not be buried on the top of Zen Mountain, it is too cold." ”

Lu Yan was worried that his sister would freeze here: "Master Dao Chief, let's be cremated." ”

A pile of boxy firewood, Lu Yan's sister was placed in the center, and I didn't see how the middle-aged Taoist moved, and in the wind and snow, this firewood began to burn.

Fire.

It burned very strongly.

Lu Yan stood by the fire in a daze, standing straight, biting his somewhat blue lips, looking at the flames not far away, and standing until the flames were extinguished.

......

When the people on the top of the mountain began to eat the winter melon meatball soup, the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside had already exploded.

Huaizang stood at the door of the meditation room very angrily: "Who the hell sneaked into the temple, so bold that even the bedding of my Tzu Chi Temple dared to steal." ”

The little novice standing beside him wanted to speak and stopped.

Huaizang snorted coldly: "Say, there is something else." ”

Xiao Shami lowered his head and whispered, "The tableware in the fasting room has also been lost, and a lot of food for the winter has been lost." ”

Huaizang was stunned: "Tableware?"

Xiao Shami was also confused: "Yes, it's the tableware, not even a pair of chopsticks left, all lost." ”

Huai Zang frowned: "This is revenge, this must be revenge, someone is deliberately sabotage, stealing bedding, and stealing dishes and chopsticks, it's really well-intentioned." Go buy it at dawn and come back with more. ”

Little Novice: "......"

Huaizang: "Swallow and spit out, if you have something to say, say it quickly." ”

Xiao Shami's voice was even quieter: "But haven't you already closed the mountain and closed the door, who will go?"

Tzu Chi Temple has hundreds of years of precipitation, naturally there are some treasures, behind the Daxiong Treasure Palace, separated by two halls, there is a scripture pavilion, the pavilion is full of Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist exercises.

When you are furious.

A shadow crept into the pavilion.

The shadow was dressed in a gray robe, covering his head and face, and he couldn't see clearly. The gray robe didn't go too fast, his eyes kept scanning the books on the surrounding scripture shelves, and if he found something interested, he would pull it out, dip his saliva, and quickly flip through it.

If you turn three copies, you'll hide one in your sleeve.

I don't know what the sleeves of this gray robe are made of, and I feel that no matter how many books I hide, I won't be full.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is very large, several floors high, tens of thousands of scriptures, this gray robe is looking at it attentively, and then when he walked up the third floor, a voice suddenly came from his ears: "Stop, which meditation hall are you from, what is the Dharma name? Why do you come to the Scripture Pavilion so late without sleeping? Is there an edict from the elders of the Scripture Pavilion?"

The gray robe turned around, and a fat monk with a fat head and big ears emerged from the corner of the bookshelf.

The gray robe glanced at it, then found a place and continued to read, ignoring it, even the speed of turning the book did not change.

The fat monk took a look, and his originally serious face suddenly became a hippie smile, and he even took out a greasy chicken leg from behind him: "Brother, steal books, steal books, what's the hurry, so late, no one will come to investigate." ”

The chicken leg was handed over: "Isn't it delicious?"