No matter whether you knock on the door with gold or with the sincerity of worshiping Buddha, the ajar mountain door is finally opened to Xiao Han and Su Dingfang.
As the white and fat novice slowly walked into the temple, what he saw was not a majestic palace, but a piece of green!
Just behind the temple gate, several trees that Xiao Han could not name stood in the extremely spacious courtyard. There were thin white flowers blooming on the low tree crowns. When the evening breeze blew, the scattered petals floated in the wind. Flying in this world dominated by dim colors seems particularly abrupt and poignant.
"These trees were transplanted from other places in this temple. In order to keep them alive, several masters in the temple have spent a lot of effort! Just watering them requires someone to fetch them from a deep well far away."
Seeing Xiao Han's eyes falling on those trees as expected, the novice monk immediately stepped forward proudly and introduced the origin of the trees to him.
In a place like Dunhuang City, which is extremely short of water, it is definitely not easier to feed a few trees than to feed a few people!
"Well, the master is interested!"
Xiao Han looked at a few lush trees and nodded with a smile, but Su Dingfang on the side suddenly discovered: Although Xiao Han had a smile on his face, there was no smile in his eyes!
"Haha, thank you for the compliment! You see, behind the incense burner is the Maitreya Buddha Hall, and the Mahavira Hall is right behind the Maitreya Buddha Hall. The donor can burn incense first, and then go to these two places to worship Buddha! Of course, if the donor is interested, he can also go to Tibetan Buddhist scriptures Take a look at the building!"
The fat novice didn't notice anything strange about Xiao Han. The eyes on his chubby face almost turned into crescents.
"Okay! We get it." Xiao Han squinted his eyes and looked at the huge incense burner filled with incense ash in front of him. He paused and asked, "How do you burn incense here?"
"This temple does not allow outside incense to enter. Ordinary incense in this temple costs ten copper coins! High incense is only consistent!" Seeing Xiao Han's intention to offer incense, the novice immediately smiled and pointed to the incense stick placed next to the incense burner.
However, to the disappointment of the novice monk, Xiao Han just glanced at the incense and said nothing more.
what happened? These two people have no money?
Novices would not believe this even to death!
A person who rides a BMW worth hundreds of dollars and wants to give away five hundred pounds of sesame oil. How can he not be able to buy a high-priced incense? Don't say he doesn't believe it, neither does Buddha!
"Donor, don't you burn a few pillars of high-quality incense first?" Somewhat unwilling to lose the copper that he almost got, the fat novice blinked and asked again.
"No hurry, no rush!" Xiao Han waved his hand slightly and looked at the extremely gorgeous and solemn buildings behind the incense burner. Suddenly the conversation changed and he asked the novice: "Excuse me, master, how many masters are there in this temple?"
"The donor's words are serious, the young monk dare not call him a master!"
The fat novice monk was a little unhappy when he heard that Xiao Han did not burn incense, but when he heard the word "master" again, he immediately started to smile again.
You must know that he is just a novice monk in the temple, just a little higher than a handyman, and he can be called "Master", not to mention how happy he feels.
"There are now more than 300 monks in the temple. If you include the servants, there are probably more than a thousand people! The reason why you see so few people now is because the servants have gone to live outside the temple, and the monks in the temple have also gone to eat. , after they finish eating, you will see more people!" My heart is happy, and my words are happy! The fat novice, who was coaxed a little dizzy by the word "Master", explained everything about the situation in the temple in one breath.
"What? More than a thousand people? How come there are so many handymen! More than you monks?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as the fat novice finished speaking, Su Dingfang almost jumped up from the ground!
Originally, Su Dingfang was a little stunned when he heard the money-loving Gao Xiang! The high-quality incense from Luoyang White Horse Temple doesn’t have to be so expensive!
Now when he heard that there were three hundred monks in this temple alone, and the number of servants was even more than the monks, Su Dingfang couldn't help it anymore and jumped out from behind Xiao Han!
More than one thousand minus three hundred, leaving seven hundred!
Is it possible that one monk here needs two or more servants to serve him? This treatment is even more outrageous than that of a guerrilla general like him! He didn't dare to let so many people scout him!
"Huh? The donor doesn't know something now!"
The novice monk was startled by Su Dingfang's reaction, and the smile disappeared from his fat face. He rolled his eyes and said: "Although this temple is not a famous temple, there are thousands of acres of fertile land outside the city!
You see there is so much land, you can’t let the master of the temple cultivate it personally, right? So we can only recruit handymen to help!
As for the handymen, most of them come here voluntarily to share the hard work for you! The master in the temple took pity on their hard work and would also give them some food. During festivals, they would also give out pieces of cloth and copper coins! "
"Ten thousand acres of land, thousands of handymen..."
After hearing about ten thousand acres of fertile land, Su Dingfang no longer knew what to say!
In this land full of yellow sand, how much land can be provided for farming? And this temple occupies 10,000 acres. No wonder the Dunhuang city we just saw is so dilapidated!
Money, labor, water sources, and land have all been taken over by bald donkeys. If the people are not suffering, then it is called a ghost!
"Are these Buddhas or demons?" Looking at the fat novice talking in front of him, at this moment, the originally sacred and noble temple in Su Dingfang's heart was suddenly covered with a thick layer of gray!
"Excuse me, Master, how many people are there in Dunhuang City?" Xiao Han turned his head slightly, glanced at Su Dingfang, shook his head noncommittally, and then asked Fat Novice again about the situation in the city.
It can be seen that the fat novice still has a good impression of the generous Xiao Han. When he asked, he immediately squeezed out a smile and said: "There are fewer people in the city now. There are only about 10,000 residents. In the past, there could be three people in the city." More than 10,000 people.”
"You have occupied the most precious resources in the city and the most wealth in the city. In the end, only 10,000 people were left out of 30,000 people. How can you still have the nerve to smile?" Xiao Han looked at the round face of the fat novice and suddenly thought Put a punch on it! But later, he resisted this idea.
The novice monk in front of me is always an insignificant little character. Even if I beat him up, what will happen?
"By the way, I heard a while ago that a master named Chen Yi passed through here. I wonder if he has ever been to your temple?" Suppressing the disgust in his heart, Xiao Han took a deep breath and asked the novice monk about Master Xuanzang. .
He vaguely remembered that there was a record of the Dunhuang Grottoes on Master Xuanzang's route map. So since he had been to the Dunhuang Grottoes, there should be a high chance that he had also been to this temple, right? I wonder what Master Xuanzang would think of this temple.
