"Well, I understand, go!" The middle-aged monk said lightly after hearing this, and then picked up a fist-sized fruit from a bamboo basket he was holding in his hand and handed it to Chonghong, "This is what I picked up on the ground. You should take it first. Now it's still early. If you are hungry, then bear it!"

"Thank you, Master!" Chonghong spoke respectfully at this time. After taking the fruit and saluting, he smiled at Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing and turned around.

"I have met two donors!" Jiandong's words began to look like the tone of ordinary monks.

Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing bowed their hands casually, as a greeting. Xiao Hua looked at the bamboo basket in Jiandong's hand and smiled and said, "What is the master doing? Why did he walk around with the bamboo basket in his hand if he doesn't recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name in his temple?"

Fairy Jing was a little surprised. Xiao Hua had already asked Chonghong about this just now, but I don’t know why he wanted to ask again for no reason now?

Jiandong clasped his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha Buddha, if I have my Buddha in my heart, I will worship Buddha no matter where I am. If I have no Buddha in my heart, even if I sit in the temple, holding scriptures in my hand, and holding wooden fish in front of me, the golden Buddha sitting in the main hall still ignores me."

"Well, what the monk said is reasonable!" Xiao Hua said without comment, "In fact, the monk can send the strong men in the temple as long as they have the things in their hands, and there is no need to come in person."

"There is no leisure in Chenghui Temple except for the Buddha's golden body, the rest are idle. I am a little monk, so I come here." Jiandong's expression remained unchanged, and he signaled Xiao Hua to come with him while answering in a low voice.

Seeing that Jiandong's answer was very good. With Zen, Xiao Hua was originally satisfied and was even less picky. Soon, Xiao Hua stopped asking about this matter. He only pointed to the fruit forests around him and melon fields, and his tone was no different from that of the country farmers. Jiandong first began to see Xiao Hua asking about the temple, and felt a little disgusted, but then he listened to Xiao Hua's words, which involved farming and sericulture livelihoods, and he was quite interested in asking questions. He thought that Xiao Hua was a young official. He happened to pass by to collect folk songs today. He answered carefully and said everything.

Before he got the gate of Chenghui Temple, Xiao Hua had already asked about Chenghui Temple almost exactly, which was not beyond Xiao Hua's expectations. The Centipede Ridge had been given to Chenghui Temple by Shanliang Kingdom as an industry. However, Chenghui Temple did not surround the Centipede Ridge like other temples, and carried out Buddhist rituals or did Buddhist teachings on the mountain ridges. Instead, he steadily divided the Centipede Ridge into different areas, planting different things according to the soil and flowing water. He even connected the land of the Centipede Ridge with the land under the mountain ridge to cultivate, regardless of whether these land belonged to Chenghui Temple.

In particular, the output of Centipede Ridge is not only for the use of the temple, but also for the surrounding villagers. Even beggars who fled to the famine and wandered here. To put it bluntly, Chenghui Temple is like some kind-hearted rich men in some rural areas, but Chenghui Temple is different from these rich men. Chenghui Temple itself does not save money at all.

Xiao Hua sighed slightly. The Buddhist sect is profound in Buddhism and teaches sentient beings to be kind, but one thing that is the most difficult for the world to accept, that is, the monks in the temple have always regarded themselves as monks and do not do production. As long as the world worships, it is called giving and begging alms. Of course, these donations and begging alms are originally something that monks should have, which means that monks themselves have no foundation for their own life and can only rely on the help of the world to live a life. However, most monks have great monks who have given charity and gained enlightenment, but most of them are still humane. In the end, the temple has great land and monks live a very abundant life. They still have to rely on the people in difficult times to worship. People in the world have their own eyes. Who will still believe in the temple? Who will still worship monks? Over time, the Buddhist sect will appear hypocritical.

"I've been taught!" Xiao Hua bowed and said, "If all the temples in the world are like Chenghui Temple, why should there be a Changsheng Town on the Tibetan Immortal Continent?"

Monk Jiandong seemed to have no idea what Changsheng Town was mentioned. He only smiled and said, "The little donor is probably from another country, not the people of my Shanliang Kingdom. In my Shanliang country, all temples are like this!"

"Really?" Xiao Hua raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Jiandong did not answer Xiao Hua's words, looked at the steps in front of him, and looked at Fairy Jing behind him, bowed and said, "Amitabha, female donor, I do not allow women to step on foot in Chenghui Temple, and I also ask the female donor to serve tea outside!"

Fairy Jing's eyes flashed slightly, and she did not take this secular temple in her eyes, but Xiao Hua's smile and gentle words made her quiet again.

"You wait here first, and when I visit the abbot in the temple, I will come out immediately!"

There was no "fairy" or "father" in Xiao Hua's words, but it sounded warm and seemed... a kind of intimacy was contained inside. Fairy Jing agreed in a low voice, turned around and looked, and walked straight to a piece of plum blossoms in front of the mountain gate.

"Please..." Jiandong raised his hand and signaled, and he took the lead to climb the steps and walked towards the mountain gate.

Xiao Hua did not release his divine thoughts, but he had already seen the exterior of Chenghui Temple on the road. It was a normal temple, which looked very large, but the buildings inside were simple, with halls, Zen rooms, and there seemed to be a pagoda behind them. Moreover, these buildings did not look new and old, especially in some places due to the year-round rain and a lot of moss. Although the mountain gate and steps in front of Xiao Hua were very clean and tidy, they were also a little dilapidated, and they were not even as bright as those of Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town.

Xiao Hua followed Jiandong up the steps and stepped into the mountain gate. He was facing a hall and a square. There was an incense burner on the square and an incense burner on the hall. However, the sparse villagers were kowtowing and burning incense, and there were a few little novice monks next to him, looking like the incense was not very strong.

"Chongxi..." Jiandong walked in, glanced at the little novice monk standing in front of the incense burner to serve.

"Master..." The little shaman carefully placed the incense candle in his hand on the incense burner, hurriedly ran over, clasped his hands together and agreed, and then bowed to Xiao Hua in a regular manner, "I have met the donor."

"Take this donor to meet the abbot and go to the back kitchen for your master." Jiandong ordered the little novice monk and said to Xiao Hua again, "I will send tea to the female donor."

"There is a master of Lao." Xiao Hua nodded.

Immediately, Xiao Hua walked through the hall under the leadership of the little novice monk and went in. Finally, he actually passed the Zen room and came to a pine forest. But he saw an old monk with a slightly dry body sitting on a rock wearing a shabby cassock, holding a rosary in his hand and chanting slightly in his mouth.

"Master!" The little novice monk did not dare to approach, and stood still when he hit a distance, bowed and said, "A donor came to visit, and the disciple brought him."

But the old monk ignored it, just closed his eyes, moved his hands slightly, and recited the scriptures in his mouth word by word.

"Donor..." The little monk turned around and apologized, "This is the case with the master. If you want to wait, wait here. If you feel impatient, please turn around. The little monk still has some things and can't accompany the donor here."

After saying that, the little novice monk bowed respectfully and left slowly. Looking at that, he was used to this situation, and his attitude was definitely not disrespectful.

Seeing that the monks left him here, Xiao Hua didn't mind. He smiled slightly, stood there quietly, listening to the old monk chanting scriptures.

The old monk's voice was extremely small and even a little vague, but Xiao Hua could hear it clearly, which was the "Vimalakirti Sutra". This "Vimalakirti Sutra" is not a scripture that ordinary monks often recite. The things inside are quite obscure. The Buddha's relics Bodhi himself had also recited it, but did not understand it too much. When he heard this scripture, Xiao Hua was a little contemptuous at first, but after a moment, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, and then he closed his eyes slightly and listened quietly. The old monk's chanting sound was like the gurgling water coming into Xiao Hua's ears in the pine waves!

It took two hours, and the old monk was still not stopping when he saw the sky was dark. Monk Jiandong also came twice. When he saw Xiao Hua standing quietly, he did not dare to disturb him. He left with slight hands. Outside the temple, Fairy Jing even took out the cushion from the Qiankun bag and sat down by himself. He could not do anything. He only silently recited Xiao Hua's teachings during this period. As for Monk Jiandong's tea, he didn't even touch it.

It was late, so naturally a working monk came back from the bottom of the mountain. The monks were very disciplined, with little footsteps and no noise. When they saw Fairy Jing, who was still outstanding in appearance, they dared not look at them. They carefully entered the temple one by one.

The old monk Chonghong was naturally among them. He opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, and entered the temple with others.

However, for a long time, the sound of reciting in the temple sounded, and then the bell rang, and the fragrance of vegetarian food came from the temple.

In the dusk, Jiandong came over with a basket and brought some food to invite Fairy Jing to have dinner. Fairy Jing opened her eyes slightly and looked at it lightly. She only said three words "No need", and ignored Jiandong again. Jiandong had no choice but to put the basket next to Fairy Jing, and the little novice named Chongxi was guarding the side.

"This Xiao Hua... is a little confused!" Fairy Jing realized the wonder that Xiao Hua taught, but was puzzled. "It's just a temple. What's so good about it? Could it be that there are masters of the Buddha Sect?"

When she thought of the master of the Buddhist sect, Fairy Jing's eyes suddenly opened. But Xiao Hua said earlier that he was good at the three sects of Confucianism and Buddhism. Fairy Jing had seen the magical powers of Xiao Hua's Taoist Sect and the magical powers of Confucianism, but she had never seen the magical powers of Xiao Hua's Buddhist sect! Could it be that Xiao Hua really met a master of the Buddhist sect in the temple? Fairy Jing originally wanted to release his divine thoughts, but she was moved and hesitant. She didn't know if her divine thoughts would disturb Xiao Hua.

"Forget it, that's it..." Fairy Jing closed her eyes again, "Sometimes waiting is also beautiful, how much can this beauty last?" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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