There was nothing to do all night, only the sound of the old monk knocking out the wooden fish in the broken temple, and there was only the sound of mortals sighing outside the broken temple.

Yu Dao didn't sleep all night, on the one hand, because he was first here, he inevitably had vigilance in his heart, and on the other hand, he was too seriously injured, and he had been recuperating his body in order to recover as soon as possible.

If the injury is fully recovered, no matter whether the old monk is good or evil, he doesn't need to care, it's just a big deal to surrender by force.

But when the night was over and the sun appeared, a loud noise appeared at the door of the ruined temple, and it became louder and louder, and the sound of the old monk's wooden fish also stopped abruptly.

Qingjing was disturbed, Yu Dao's thoughts jumped a few times, and he simply accepted his cultivation, got up and walked out of the hut.

A group of fierce men stood inside the ruined temple, surrounding a date tree in the southeast corner of the temple, and kept shouting.

The old monk stood in the crowd, pushed and leaned against the jujube tree, he lowered his head, whispered the Buddha's name in his mouth, and did not argue with anyone.

Someone pushed the old monk hard, causing the old monk to stumble, hit the jujube tree headlong, and almost fell to the ground.

The man said viciously, "Old fellow, I know that you have hidden food, hurry up and take it out!"

"That's it, I'm hungry, you're not hungry at all, not only that, you were able to chop firewood last night, you must have hidden food!"

Yu Dao walked up to him and saw that the old monk was forced to ask. The monk had no choice but to put down the Buddhist beads in his hand, looked at the mortals around him and shook his head and said, "No, no, there is no food in the temple for a long time." ”

"Well, old fellow, you still want to hide it at this point!" The people around heard the old monk's words, and became even more angry.

They pushed the old monk, and gradually there was a tendency to besiege the old monk, but fortunately, there were still people among these people who were reasonable and stopped the excited crowd.

"Abbot, hurry up and take out the food, if we don't want to do this, I'm really hungry!" This man had a round face, a robe on his body, and was looking at the old monk with a sincere face.

The old monk's face was slightly sad, he closed his eyes, and still shook his head slowly: "There is indeed no food in the temple. ”

Hearing this, the staff let out a long sigh, "In that case, everyone can only gnaw on the bark." ”

When the old monk heard this, he seemed to anticipate something, his eyelids twitched, and then he didn't reply after all, but just read in his mouth: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

A group of mortals moved, pushed the old monk directly out of the crowd, picked up the firewood knife in their hands and cut it down to the jujube tree in the courtyard.

The jujube tree is vigorous, one foot wide, and the year should not be small, but this is not the season to hang jujubes, and there are only some tender green branches on it.

Felling wood, the wood knife chopping on the jujube tree, constantly making a sound.

The staff looked at the felled jujube tree, and sighed in his mouth: "Jujube tree, jujube tree, it's not that we want to cut you, but we are really hungry and can't do it, so we can only pick your skin, pick your leaves, and fill your stomach." ”

Yu Dao looked at the scene in front of him with interest, and he could see that the old monk's complexion had changed, and he no longer had the indifference he had before.

Yu Dao didn't want to intervene.

The tree cutter shouted, and in a few moments he cut down the one-foot-wide jujube tree half a foot.

The staff robe said in a timely voice: "Master, I have heard that this jujube tree was planted by your master when you were critically ill at the age of three......

Listening carefully, Yu Dao found that the jujube tree that was being cut down had a deep relationship with the old monk, which was equivalent to the existence of the old monk's relatives, no wonder the old monk would change color because of this.

However, he took a closer look and found that although the old monk was moved, he didn't look like he wanted to make a move, just holding a wooden Buddha bead and chanting Buddhist scriptures with his head down.

The Buddhist scriptures are subtle, the voice is awkward, and the rest of the Tao can't hear which scripture it is.

"Fall, fall!" came the shouts from the crowd, and the withered jujube trees toppled with a muffled sound.

The Buddha beads in the old monk's hand stopped turning, and the Buddha number in his mouth also stopped.

The staff and others kept looking at the old monk, and their faces were extremely embarrassed.

It is said that although they have reached the point where they want to eat the bark of the tree, there are many trees in the mountain, so they will not have to cut down the jujube tree in the temple first, and the bark of the jujube tree is dry, even if it is boiled for two or three hours, it is difficult to cook soft.

The reason why the jujube tree was cut down was just to force the old monk to hand over the grain he had secretly stored, so that everyone could hold on a little longer. But even so, the old monk still refused to take out the food, which made the staff and others really angry.

"Old fellow!" someone scolded, and prepared to step forward to beat the old monk.

When a few people in the outer robe saw it, their mouths squirmed, and they didn't say anything to stop it.

Just when Yu Dao thought that the old monk would either make a move, or would bear the beating of mortals, the monk raised his head, looked at the mortals, shook his head and sighed, and said: "There is no food in the temple for a long time, and today the poor monk will go down the mountain to get some food." ”

Hearing the old monk's words, all the mortals were stunned, and then they were overjoyed.

"Really, great!"

"The old guy has to come to this point to tell the truth, there is no food in the temple, it must be hidden under the mountain!"

Several people in the outer robes were also overjoyed, their scorched faces kept shaking, and they trembled and waved at the old monk: "Thank you, master!"

"Thank you, Abbot!"

After receiving the promise of the old monk, a group of mortals immediately poured out of the ruined temple and told the news to the others outside.

The sound of joy immediately sounded around the ruined temple, and there was more life on the mountain, but the temple was indeed chaotic and disorganized.

When everyone left, the old monk kept looking down at the jujube wood on the ground, and watched it for more than a dozen breaths, and then closed his eyes, turned the prayer beads, and kept chanting the scriptures.

Yu Dao looked at the jujube tree and found that the jujube tree had not only been cut down, but also cut into several sections, and the branches and leaves on it had fallen off, and the bark of the jujube tree had really been pulled down, leaving only a stump stuck in place.

In such a tragic situation, even if you use the temperature of Otogi, it is difficult to revive the jujube wood.

Yu Dao's eyes showed a look of surprise, and it could be seen from the old monk's performance that the other party was indeed unsettled and in a bad mood at this time.

Such a Buddhist cultivator would be bullied and persecuted to such a point by mortals, and he was willing to be persecuted to this point by mortals, which really surprised Yu Dao.

Before Yu Dao could speak, the old monk suddenly spoke: "Let the donor smile, the poor Dao will go down the mountain later, get the food, and the donor will live and rest in the temple, so you don't have to worry about this matter." ”

After speaking, he staggered into the Buddhist hall and started the morning class.

Yu Dao looked at the old monk's back, and his suspicions continued to ......