The mountain road is steep, it is rumored that there are 10,000 and 800 steps from the bottom to the top of this Guanlan Mountain, there are pious pilgrims who have worshiped the mountain step by step, and counted carefully, it is not more than one order, and there is a lot of one order, and the small flower is weak, and he vomited clean before, and he was tired before he reached the halfway up the mountain, and his head was sweating, and his legs were as heavy as being filled with lead, and he could not step up again.

Xiao Shu teased a few words, had to carry the little flower, he was originally waiting for the flower to deliberately slow down, this time the flower is faster than before, a gust of wind seems to run towards the top of the mountain, the flower is lying on Xiao Shu's back, not feeling bumpy at all, the wind is blowing on his cheeks, only feel at ease, and he fell asleep after a while.

Whether this is 10,000 or 800 Xiao Shu did not count, and it took a while to arrive at the gate of Yunsi Mountain, but what he saw in front of him made him very surprised, where there is a quiet place for half a point of Buddhism at the gate of this mountain, it is simply overcrowded, most of them are old and weak, with yellow faces and thin muscles, sleeping on the ground, many monks are building cloth sheds, distributing rice porridge and steamed buns, but in the end there are more people and less porridge, and it will be finished after a while.

Suffering under the mountain, many people have fled and left, leaving some lonely old people and no one to have children helpless, this reminds me of the cloud temple where the incense is flourishing, they have come here to hope that there is a mouthful of porridge to drink to save a life, to say that this cloud temple should really be able to feed so many people but it is not, the rice noodles in the temple are also consumed these days, it is completely sitting and eating the mountain empty and eating trapped, there is no way out, but in the end there is no way, the land does not grow rice, the water flows dry, the lake in front of the temple who does not know is salty, and can not do the water source, the Buddha also worshipped, the god also begged, it will not rain if it does not rain, even the three pools and eleven streams on the Guanlan Mountain are almost dry。

The porridge was finished, but there were still people who didn't eat it, the sun was rising higher and higher, where was the little cloth shed that could stop it, and in a blink of an eye, some people couldn't stand the heat and hunger and fainted, and now it was even more chaotic, the old man grabbed the clothes of those monks and asked, "We give a lot of incense money on weekdays, why do they have to eat, we have to be hungry? Why don't you let us in? Is it that you hide your secrets and don't want us to see it?"

The little monk just clasped his palms together, said Amitabha, and said calmly, "Lord Wang, the pot stove in the temple is limited, so I will cook so much for the time being, and I will continue to cook after I finish it, please wait." ”

"Wait, you see that everyone is fainting from hunger, why wait? Wait a while, you will come and collect the corpse!" The old man's eyes turned black in anger, and he almost fell, but fortunately he was supported by the little monk.

"Okay, old man Wang, if you don't say a word, people will also have difficulties. ”

Old man Wang glared at the little monk, shook off his hand fiercely, gasped and sat under the cloth shed, and suddenly saw Xiao Shu carrying a small flower on his back, and said in a weird manner, "Everyone take a look, someone is here again, young man, you have hands and feet and want to come and grab food with our group of old and weak?"

These people are very xenophobic now, one more person means one more person to share the porridge, and it was not enough to divide it, but now it's good, there are two more, and everyone stares at Xiao Shu with strange eyes.

However, the little monk hurriedly stepped forward and saluted and asked, "The little monk has seen the donor, please stay with the donor, the rice porridge is still being prepared, you might as well rest in this cloth shed for a while." ”

Xiao Shu patted the head of Xiao Xiaohua behind him, Xiao Zhaohua opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel dizzy, and whispered in Xiao Shu's ear, "I...... I was dizzy. ”

Xiao Shu touched Xiao Zhaohua's forehead, only to feel a little hot, thinking about it, these days are indeed a little hard, self-cultivation is natural and fine, but Xiao Zhaohua's physique is worse than ordinary people, this toss, coupled with the scorching sun, got sick, Xiao Shu thought about it, and returned a salute to the good law, "I don't know that Master Yue can be in the temple, Xiao Shu has to be guided by the little master from the north and south." ”

When Shanfa heard the little master of the north and south, his face became a little strange, and after thinking for a long time, he asked, "Master Xiao is a friend of the senior brother of the north and south?"

This is a coincidence, the good law is the disciple of the precepts, then the north and the south were in the temple all day and night in addition to studying the Dharma and those monks and elders, which is the most compatible with the precepts, as soon as they meet, they have to talk about the first half of the day, the good law has some admiration for the north and the south, who is the precepts, that is the prison, the temper is violent, even the first seat of Xiaoyue has to let him three points.

But this north and south are a master who is not afraid of anyone, how dare the good law have half a sentence on weekdays, every time I see the north and south let the precepts eat the deflated appearance, I admire and worry in my heart, I am afraid that the precepts will be beaten up in anger, but the strange thing is that although the precepts are angry, they have not really moved, I don't know if it is because Xiaoyue's first seat or self-held prison status is not the same as the north and the south.

Seeing Xiao Shu's acquiescence, Shanfa immediately said, "Uncle Xiaoyue is studying Buddhism in the Buddhist Sutra Pavilion at the moment, but it should be about to come out, donor, come with me." ”

"It's so hot outside, why don't you let them in?" Xiao Shu looked around at the group of people in distress at the gate of the mountain, one by one, half-dead, sweating and curled up under the cloth shed, emitting an indescribable smell.

"The donor doesn't know, it's not that the little monk doesn't want them to go in, but the master has an order, but all those who are in distress are not allowed to enter the temple, and the little monk doesn't know why. Shanfa whispered, for fear of being heard.

"What about these people?" Xiao Shu asked, pointing to the several people who had fainted from hunger and heat.

"When the time comes, the decoction will be distributed, and whether it is dead or alive can only depend on God. Shanfa shook his head helplessly, such a natural disaster is really rare, not to mention these people, even the temple is about to run out of rice and noodles, what to do when the time comes, he is also very worried in his heart.

Xiao Shu frowned, didn't say anything, followed the good law into the temple, as soon as the temple door opened, many people wanted to follow in, but they were stopped by many monks, saying that they would not enter, let them cry and abuse, just turn a deaf ear.

The temple is depressed, although the Zen incense is curling, but the green pine, the purple bamboo has already dried up and died, the ground is sunburned and opened, the monks are sweating, busy, some people hold firewood, some people carry water, at this time on weekdays, they are chanting Buddha and chanting and waiting for dinner, now it is good, not to mention chanting, it is impossible to sit down and rest for a while.

"Good law, who is this benefactor?"

The oncoming monk rolled up his sleeves, holding a bunch of medicinal herbs or other things in his hands, sweating profusely, and his monk's robe was soaked with sweat, and he asked while fanning the wind.

"This benefactor is here to ask to see Uncle Xiaoyue, and he is a friend of Senior Brother Nanbei, you hurry up and decoct the medicine, don't be lazy and slack. Shanfa wiped the sweat from his forehead, squinted his eyes and glanced at the hot sun, his words were quite impatient, no one was willing to entertain guests before, but now it has become a veritable reason to be lazy.

The monk glanced at Xiao Shu, pulled Shanfa aside and whispered, "Didn't Uncle Jiemage say that no one is allowed to enter the temple, you are too blatant, don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes." ”

"Master Xiao Shi said that he came to see Uncle Xiaoyue, I still refuse to go out after thousands of miles? This is a Buddhist gate, not a palace, if the master blames him, I will bear it, I can't bear it, isn't there Uncle Xiaoyue, it's a big deal, I will also learn from Senior Brother North and South, and go out to travel. Shanfa patted the monk on the shoulder and said.

"Why do you think your master didn't allow those people to enter the temple?" the monk asked with a sigh.

"Why?" Shanfa was a little surprised in his heart, I don't know as an apprentice, can you still know?

"Stupid good law, I don't think you know about the whole temple, I didn't want to tell you at first, I was afraid that you would get into trouble, but now it's good, you still want to bring people into the temple? It's an epidemic, you haven't seen those people at the gate of the mountain pass out all day and night, and after a long time, they still foam at the mouth, their bodies are hot and cold, and they start to go crazy at night and bite people! If you want me to say, this disease will definitely be contagious, and Uncle Zhumage must have noticed it early before making this decision. The monk smiled wryly and shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Shanfa's face changed, he thought that it was just the harsh environment outside, the long-term exposure to the sun, the poor food, and the fact that the water was often not drinkable, so he didn't think too much about it.

"Then let me ask you, we distribute this medicine every day, but some people have improved, and you haven't heard that voice at night? When the monk saw that he didn't believe in the good law, he asked.

Although he has never seen the bite, he often hears from those brothers who keep vigil say that he will not be at peace when he is restrained and tied up, and that he will die after a few days and nights, although he knows this, he always feels that it is the result of human illness and despair after hunger, so he is quite dissatisfied with the Master's decision.

But now that I think about it, it seems that I really thought too much, this medicine is distributed every day, but if you want to say that the effect is not in case, the number of dead people is not only not decreasing, but increasing day by day.

"Do you really think this medicine is useful? This is just some ordinary prescription, which can cure the weakness of the body and the wind and cold, but where can the epidemic be cured, it is better than nothing. The monk shook the herbs in his hand, his face bitter.

"Don't say it!" Shanfa was in turmoil at this time.

This thing is like a layer of window paper, if everyone doesn't say it, then everything will be fine, and if you don't know, you won't know, and if you know, you won't talk about it, and one day at a time.

"Look at the child on the man's back, how can you dare to guarantee that he doesn't get the epidemic, is it better for you to heal or for Uncle Doctor Xiaoyue?"

"Don't talk about it, I'll ask Shizun about what the hell is going on. "The good law is gloomy in his heart, if what he said is true, what is it that he has believed in all these years?

Xiao Shu glanced at the sleeping little screaming flower who was lying on his shoulder, all this conversation naturally did not hide from him, although the voices of the two were small, but if Xiao Shu couldn't hear it at all, he had to be half a mile away.