In the blink of an eye, there was only one day left before the Mon Lan Bon Festival.

The master has been busy collecting and collecting all kinds of sacrificial supplies from the palace and the rich people, and he divides these miscellaneous items into several parts and leaves them in the temple, and some of them are personally distributed to other temples on the edge of the West Lake. In the past few days, he has basically not stayed in the temple.

In addition to the shili from all walks of life who came for the relics of Huangchao, some ordinary people from afar who came to participate in the Menglan Bon Festival have also gathered in inns and restaurants all over Hangzhou in the past few days.

Looking at the inside and outside the gate of Yongming Temple, the pilgrims who burned incense and prayed for the Buddha inside and outside the main hall, I smacked my tongue. These people, from high-ranking officials and nobles to ordinary people, just the incense and candles consumed every day are a lot of income for Yongming Temple. In addition, they added all kinds of items and sesame oil money, which was a huge amount of money.

If, in the future, I became the presiding officer of this Yongming Temple, what a beautiful thing it would be. I didn't do anything every day, so I found a chair and sat in front of the mountain gate and watched the devout believers of the Buddha rush to deliver money, and I was so happy that I could faint.

Standing in front of the temple gate to hand out incense and candles, and watching the merit box full and full, my eyes straightened. Just as I was looking forward to a better life in Yongming Temple in the future, Dao Fanchao walked over and interrupted my thoughts: "Daoxi, what are you thinking?"

"Senior brother, you said that you earn so much every day, why are our lives so hard, you see, my monk's robe is made of old fabrics from a few years ago, last time I made a few cuts with you in the back mountain to practice martial arts, and I wanted the master to replace it for me, but he only gave me a needle and thread, and let me patch it myself. ”

I pitifully pointed to the patches on the monk's robe and complained to Dao Fan unhappily.

"Amitabha!" Dao Fan recited the Buddha's name in the direction of the main hall and said, "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense about what you say. Monks should be diligent and thrifty, and believers donate sesame oil money, which is to worship the Buddha. Moreover, these yellow and white things can be used to save people in suffering. The master often gives porridge and medicine, which is to think of the suffering of the people, and we must not be greedy. ”

Looking at Dao Fan's pious and compassionate face, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. I don't believe his high-sounding words, how many people in this world don't come here for fame and fortune? Monks don't seek wealth, but they seek fame. The benefits brought by fame are far from being comparable to wealth.

"I'll go out to breathe, this smoke and fog is strange and uncomfortable, you can help me look at it" The whole hall extended to the temple gate, and it was filled with incense smoke, which made me sick. Seeing that Daofan was coming, I could just ask him to help me take a look at the incense and candle stall, and I was too lazy to go out to breathe.

"Little monk, little monk, ask you something?"

I had barely taken a few steps outside the temple when I heard a woman's voice, which sounded strangely familiar. Just as she was about to turn her head, she spoke again: "Do you know if Master Yanshou is in the temple today?"

I couldn't help but be happy when I listened to the girl's words. I didn't turn my head in a hurry, but turned my back to her, pinched my nose and said, "Female donor, you don't know what is the matter with looking for a tutor?"

"You little monk, you are so impolite, how can you talk with your back to someone?"

"Female donor, I'm sorry, the family teacher said that I have a big catastrophe in my life, and I can't look at a beautiful woman in this life, otherwise I will never find the Pure Land again, and I will not be able to take refuge in my Buddha. I forced a smile and said solemnly.

"You little monk is so strange, you don't even look at me, how do you know what I look like?" the woman asked in surprise.

"Amitabha, listening to the voice of the female benefactor, I think it must be a first-class beauty, so the little monk does not dare to look back. ”

When the woman heard this, she laughed out loud, "You little monk has a flamboyant tongue, and you don't look like a monk at all." ”

"What is it like to be a monk? The teacher often teaches the little monks, and the monks don't say anything, the little monks just tell the truth. I deliberately shook my head, showing a very aggrieved back to the woman.

The woman's face flushed slightly, and she said, "Little monk, whether you are telling the truth or not, I just want to ask you if Master Yanshou is in the temple?"

"What's the matter with the benefactor looking for a teacher?"

The woman said a little impatiently: "You can tell me whether the master is there or not, and Hugh is long-winded." ”

"The female benefactor's words are wrong, if the donor is looking for a teacher's bad luck, the little monk is not stupid enough to lure the wolf into the room. ”

"You little monk, how do you speak!" the woman said angrily.

"Don't be angry, just tell the little monk the reason for looking for a master, and the little monk will make a notice. ”

The woman thought for a moment before she said, "I was looking for Master Longevity, just to ask him about the whereabouts of one of my friends. ”

"What friend?"

"It's none of your business what friends you have. ”

"There are many friends of the family teacher, from today's Wu Yue Tianzi to beggars and homeless people. If the benefactor doesn't tell you who your friend's name is and what he looks like, she may not be able to find out. ”

The woman looked at my back hesitantly, bit her lip and asked, "If I tell my friend's name, can you help me find him?" ”

"Female donor, serve the family teacher below, if your friend has some relationship with the family teacher, the little monk will also know. ”

The woman nodded and said, "My friend, called Xiao Zuo, I don't know if you have heard of the little monk?"

"Oh, donor, you're talking about Xiao Shizhu, but the little monk is also familiar with Xiao Shizhu. ”

When the woman heard this, her face was full of joy, and she asked excitedly, "Then is he still in the temple now?"

"This ....... little monk has a question, I don't know if to ask?"

"You ask. ”

"I don't know what the relationship between the Xiao donor and the female benefactor is?"

The woman frowned, and although she didn't know why I asked, she also said cleanly, "Of course it's a friend of mine." ”

"What kind of friend, or is it a normal friend, or a special haode friend?"

I asked, but I didn't hear the woman's response for a long time, and I wanted to turn my head to see if the person was still there, but I was worried that my prank had been discovered. He hesitated for a moment and could only stand still.

"Donor, are you still there?"

Still didn't respond, I'm in a hurry now, you must know that this woman is none other than Mu Chu. She came all the way to look for me, thinking that she had always remembered my injuries. I'm just trying to play a little joke on her, but don't scare her away.

I hurriedly turned around, only to see that the mountain road was empty, and it seemed that she had indeed left. I sighed helplessly, it seemed that if I wanted to Zaijian to find her, I still had to wait for her to find the temple again.

"It's really you...... Xiao Zuo. ”

When I turned around and was about to walk in the direction of Yongming Temple, Mu Chu stood a few steps away from me in a daze. Her expression was complicated, with surprise, horror, and panic, but Zuihou turned to tears and burst into tears.

This...... What's going on? Crying with joy, or complaining that I'm teasing her?

"Mu Chu, what, don't cry, don't blame me, I shouldn't tease you. I was wrong, don't cry, okay?"

"You...... You ......" Mu Chu pointed at me while crying, and it took a long time to say a complete sentence: "Why do you want to be a monk, you ...... You don't want me anymore?"

Ahh What is called "you don't want me anymore", the more I hear it, the more ambiguous it becomes, but I don't dare to think in which direction, I'm afraid that after thinking about it, Zuihou will become a big misunderstanding.

"Don't get excited, you see, what's wrong with being a monk, you can eat and drink, and you have a strong master, not afraid of someone seeking revenge. ”

To be honest, I don't know how to comfort the crying little girl, I can only think of what to say, I hope this little girl doesn't cry anymore.

"You ....... you, do you really want to be a monk in this temple for the rest of your life, and you don't want to go back to Taoshan with me?"

Before I could answer, Mu Chu said to himself again: "I know, I know, you must still blame me, blame me for causing you to be taken away by Jade Pixiu in the first place, so that you have been in trouble." So you hate me. Woo, I hate you too...... I hate you to death. ”

In my stunned state, Mu Chu guessed wildly, and then without giving me a chance to explain, he ran down the mountain angrily and aggrievedly.

"I never want to see you again!"