"You say the master stole something?"

"Hmm. ”

"The master is very sad. ”

"That doesn't steal either. ”

"Okay, the master asks you, does Tzu Chi Temple collect incense money from ordinary people all year round?"

"That's right. ”

"Are the things in Tzu Chi Temple bought with these incense money?"

"How do I know. ”

"As long as the master knows, since it was bought with incense money, can these things be understood as the villagers' own. ”

"It's like ......"

"Look, isn't that right, the master just helped them get their things back, where is this stealing?"

"Strong words, you are always reasonable!"

"If you don't say that I am a master, you are an apprentice, you are a master. ”

The middle-aged Taoist tasted the meatballs, cabbage, and winter melon, and then nodded: "Okay, out of the pot!"

Ning Hongdou, who had just finished helping the celery quilt, turned around and slipped back to the kitchen, and as soon as he entered the door, he said, "It's so fragrant, can you let me taste it?"

Spring Night has long become Ning Hongdou's follower: "I want to eat it too." ”

The bellflower followed: "And me, celery, your master's cooking is so fragrant, I'm drooling, I really envy you, there is such a good master." ”

Chen Yusheng nodded vigorously: "Your master is awesome." ”

Guan Zhiheng also said: "Your master is kind-hearted, and everyone admires it." ”

Lu Yan had been standing at the door, not coming in, and plucked up his courage several times before saying, "Master Daoist, you, do you know how to do things? I want to do a ritual for my sister." ”

There are too many things happening tonight, the snow is too big, and Lu Yan doesn't like to talk.

It wasn't until this time that everyone remembered that there was still his sister's body hidden in the bamboo basket behind Lu Yan.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Lu Yan who was standing at the door, the boy was standing in the snow, standing straight, his waist was not bent at all, his eyebrows and eyes were very transparent, and he was very upright: "The Dharma will be some, maybe it is not as good as the mountainside, if you don't mind." ”

Lu Yan nodded vigorously: "I don't mind, the Dao Master is already very grateful if he is willing to be Lu Yan." ”

The middle-aged Taoist put down his chopsticks and wiped his hand on the Taoist robe: "Your name is Lu Yan?

Lu Yan: "The cold is strict, my grandfather gave it." ”

The middle-aged Taoist nodded: "Good name." ”

When passing by Ning Hongdou, he patted her on the shoulder: "You little glutton, don't be in a hurry to taste it, first bring it to the villagers, let them eat some meatball soup to warm their bodies, tell them that there is Chinese medicine in the soup, drink the soup clean, and drive away the cold." ”

"Don't waste it. ”

"It's expensive. ”

Ning Hongdou grinned, revealing a dimple: "Cheng, I'll leave this job to a few of us, get out of the pot and serve the rice." ”

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 Hongdou and a few people sent over the winter melon meatball soup, these men couldn't stop thanking them.

Ning Hongdou pointed to the celery after being busy: "Don't thank me, thank him, his name is celery, his master's name is Xia Shan, this Taoist temple is the best Taoist temple I have ever seen." ”

Celery heard it, and then began to blush.

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.

Ning Hongdou and a few people shuttled lightly between several halls.

"Uncle, this is the winter melon meatball soup made by Celery and his master for everyone, you eat it while it's hot, and the soup is 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 sister after eating, and my sister 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 Hongdou is okay, but celery is a little overwhelmed, and this little path is long-skinned.

"Celery, say hello to your master, this rice is so fragrant. ”

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

"Celery, how old is it, what's it?"

"Celery, do you Taoist temples let you get married?"

"Celery, what about the osmanthus in our village?"

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

"Did the aunt tell you a matchmaker?"

"Where's your master?"

Celery listened: "No, what does my love of osmanthus have to do with the matchmaker?"

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

Celery's cheeks were even redder, and she turned her head and said, "Auntie, I don't like osmanthus, I was wrong just now, I didn't hear clearly." ”

"Huh?"

"What about people?"

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

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

Celery stomped her foot anxiously: "I like flowers, don't I like osmanthus, can this be the same, what did she do out, do you know?"

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

Celery grabbed her hair vigorously and grabbed Ning Hongdou: "Don't!"

"No, I can't. ”

"I have to 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!"

Celery didn't dare to stay in the hall, Ning Hongdou also went out, the hall was very warm, but it was cold outside, and the ice and snow were biting.

Celery knew that the master took Lu Yan to the backyard, saying that it was more like a steep cliff in the backyard, 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, 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.

The fire is burning 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......