Meng Wuhen looked at him and said: "After the beginning of spring, we can't let him go to Furong Town alone. I have to borrow some manpower from the garrison general of the Imperial City. I can't go to that ghost place again and again..."
When the housekeeper heard this, his voice trembled slightly and he said, "Is it possible that we need to use the imperial army? This..."
Even in the cold winter, the housekeeper still felt sweat pouring out from his back. He thought to himself that after such a big thing happened because of a woman, what if something went wrong, how would it end?
Meng Wuhen looked at him and said, "We, the Meng family, have paid such a high price. If we don't even say a word, won't we let the world underestimate us?"
The housekeeper thought for a while and asked, "Would you like to say hello to the master about this?"
Meng Wuhen looked at the hazy sky outside the living room, thinking about the things he had to do after the spring started and the people he wanted to meet, and he shook his head gently.
He said, "Don't worry, wait until after the new year."
The housekeeper quickly agreed and said, "That's right. Let me spend the New Year in peace, and those guys in Furong Town won't have anywhere to go..."
Meng Wuhen thought about the woman who would rather have sex than marry him, thinking about the fire that couldn't be extinguished in the ancestral hall every night, and thinking about Wang Wu who had died in Furong Town.
Thinking about Zhao Hu who had broken an arm and left the Meng Mansion, the anger gradually spread in his heart.
He withdrew his gaze to the sky and said quietly: "There are always some ants in this world who want to constantly test our patience. When I can no longer bear it, it will be their death."
The butler was shuddered when he heard this, his frown became more and more intense, and he immediately handed over his hands and replied: "I'm going to see if there are any other orders from the master. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I have to take care of things, right?"
"Yes, you go ask the old man and don't take care of things carelessly."
Meng Wuhen thought more than the housekeeper. He just took some arrangements, but he couldn't let the housekeeper go. He wanted to go there himself.
After a moment of silence, the housekeeper asked, "What about Duanmu Qingyun?"
Meng Wuhen went home and sat down in the living room, and said quietly: "I don't have high hopes for him. If he can handle this matter well, he will stay with you from now on...?"
The housekeeper thought that if Duanmu Qingyun failed again like Wang Wu, he couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice: "What if that guy fails again?"
Meng Wuhen smiled faintly, took a sip of the Min tea on the table, and replied: "Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust, is it possible that I still want to keep a piece of trash?"
The housekeeper sighed and said, "Sir, you are taking a gamble."
Shaking his head, Meng Wuhen said: "Until the last moment, why is it worth it for me to take action personally? Isn't it fun to bet or not?"
The housekeeper couldn't help but be silent for a moment, turned and left without saying a word.
Meng Wuhen gently put down the tea cup in his hand and said to himself: "It's a good show, but we haven't even gone on stage yet."
In Furong Town, Huajiao bought Ximen Mengdie two floral cotton-padded jackets that the little girls in the town liked to wear, just for the festive New Year.
I also bought a cyan gown for Li Xiuyuan. It’s not good to just wear white and black during the Chinese New Year.
Only the crow croaked anxiously, causing Xiao Die'er to look at it and smile: "Junior brother, if you want to wear new clothes, you have to listen to the master and transform into a good shape."
Upon hearing this, the crow flapped its wings and flew up the mountain, and replied, "I still like to fly in the sky."
The day before his thirtieth day, the old man asked the villagers in the town to make a hundred catties of vegetarian cakes and send them to the temple.
Huajiao looked at the piles of vegetarian cakes in the utility room and couldn't help but ask: "Senior, we don't have incense yet. We made so many vegetarian cakes and couldn't finish them all."
The old man replied: "This is what your husband asked me to do. I said it would be okay if I couldn't finish the meal. I was afraid that from the first to the fifth day of the lunar month, villagers from down the mountain would come to see the Buddha and they would be hungry by then."
This tradition was learned by Li Xiuyuan from his master, the old monk Kuchan, at the foot of Tianshan Mountain in Fengyun City.
From the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month, people come to the Great Buddha Temple to worship the Buddha and burn incense every day. The temple prepares vegetarian cakes early just to entertain the elderly and children who come to see the Buddha.
Although he doesn't know the situation in Furong Town,
But I don’t want the old people and children who come to see the Buddha for the first time to go hungry. Even though it’s the Chinese New Year, no one is short of food.
It's just that the third Buddha of Yunqi Temple was just invited from the ruined temple. He has to give the villagers down the mountain a different feeling.
Yunqi Temple has five acres of land and can be self-sufficient, but it does not affect him from giving alms to the people of Furong Town on behalf of Ksitigarbha.
On New Year's Eve, Li Xiuyuan finally carved the first volume of the Mahaprajna Sutra on a pillar in the cloister of the temple. This was a happy thing for him.
The old man was already halfway up the mountain.
Looking at the scriptures in the corridor and smelling the faint fragrance of sawdust, I couldn't help but admire: "This way, Yunqi Temple comes to life."
At this time, Huajiao and Ximen Mengdie, who had been practicing swordsmanship for an hour, were already preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner.
The old man stayed in the corridor for a while, then came to the living room, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Do you think anyone will go up the mountain to see the Buddha today?"
While boiling water, Li Xiuyuan replied: "The door is wide open. If the Buddha is in the temple, anyone can come."
The old man thought about the condition of the dilapidated temple over the years, and couldn't help but sigh softly, and said thoughtfully: "This is probably the only monastery without an abbot or a monk."
Li Xiuyuan reached out and poured scalding hot tea into their cups, and said with a smile: "If you plant a sycamore tree, the phoenix will naturally come."
The two chatted for a while, and when it was noon, the crow made a puff sound and flew into the living room from outside. .z.
Lying on Li Xiuyuan's shoulder and muttering a few words, Li Xiuyuan was stunned and immediately communicated with Huajiao and Xiaodie'er.
Ximen Mengdie said "Oh!", put down what he was doing, and said to Huajiao, "Junior sister, the master asked us to go to the bottom of the mountain to pick someone up."
Like two snowflakes in the wind, and like two cheerful butterflies, the two women screamed and shouted as they headed down the mountain.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old man and smiled: "It seems that although the temple in Furong Town is dilapidated, there are many people who worship Buddha."
The old man was stunned and immediately looked down the mountain.
I just took a look and couldn't help but shudder: "These two old guys, I have told them that I will pick them up to have a look after the road is repaired in the spring."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and replied: "It doesn't matter, let Huajiao and Xiaodieer take them home later."
The crow croaked and said with a smile: "This is the second time I have New Year's Eve dinner with you. This meal is more interesting than the one in Ding'an City."
Li Xiuyuan said seriously: "I feel happy when I see the Buddha. In my heart, they are Bodhisattvas walking in the world."
After thinking about it, he said to himself: "Speaking of Bodhisattva, I am building a temple and erecting a golden body for you. Do you want to bless these two old people?"
Seeing Li Xiuyuan talking to himself, the crow was used to it, but it startled the old man holding a cup of hot tea.
He asked cautiously: "Is it possible that the young master has seen the Bodhisattva in this temple?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "The Bodhisattva I'm talking about is coming up the mountain. I wonder if the two old people have had New Year's Eve dinner. It just so happens that I asked Huajiao to cook more."
He got up and left the living room and moved to the main hall of the temple.
Li Xiuyuan lit the incense candle and sat down under the Buddha of the Three Generations, as if holding a flower. At this moment, he regarded himself as a junior master uncle in Prajna Temple.
While the old man was stunned, solemn chanting came from the hall.
As soon as the crow heard the master starting to chant sutras, he stopped eating melon seeds and flew to the main hall, quietly accompanying Li Xiuyuan.
Start chanting in a low voice.
This is what I heard: At one time, the Buddha was in the Trayasa Heaven, preaching the Dharma for his mother. At that time, there are indescribable and indescribable all Buddhas in the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions...
But it was the master and the disciple who recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra for the two old men who went up the mountain, for the old men in the living room, and for the Buddhas of the three generations in the main hall.
It was a first time for Crow to recite sutras before eating.
Although he had also recited Buddhist sutras with his senior sisters in the morning, it had been a long time since he had recited Buddhist scriptures with Li Xiuyuan.
Today is New Year’s Eve
, when it recited this Buddhist sutra in front of the Buddha again, it discovered that today is indeed different from the past.
Because the master's voice gradually became louder and his body became more and more solemn.
But the old man sitting in the living room saw at this moment a faint Buddha's light shining in the main hall of Yunqi Temple, heading towards the sky where the cold wind was howling.
Just like Li Xiuyuan said, if there is a Buddha here, why do you need to deliberately choose a day to consecrate it?
Today, two old people from the bottom of the mountain went up the mountain to see the Buddha. It was the best day.
At this time, Ximen Mengdie was supporting an old woman who was older than anyone he remembered seeing, and Huajiao was supporting a familiar old man in the town.
The couple are both over eighty years old. Like Gong Yangbo, the old man on the mountain, they have no children. The couple depend on each other and have made it this far.
I heard that a Buddhist temple had been built in Shanxin. The couple could not attend to the New Year's Eve dinner, so they had to come to see the Buddha first.
With the support of the two women, while walking halfway up the mountain, they heard a solemn chanting sound coming from the wind.
The old lady couldn't help but asked Ximen Mengdie: "Daughter, which god is reciting Buddhist scriptures? The voice is so solemn. I am very happy to hear it."
Ximen Mengdie chuckled: "That's my master and Junior Brother Crow, reciting sutras in the main hall!"
The old man was shocked when he heard this: "Is it possible that the crow has become a spirit and that monsters can also practice Buddhism?"
Huajiao smiled and said, "Grandpa Meng, my husband said that all living beings have spirituality and can practice Buddhism and become a Buddha."
Ximen Mengdie even smiled and said: "Master said that Junior Brother Crow has been able to transform into humans for a long time. It's just that he is playful and wants to fly freely in the sky, so he is not in a hurry..."
The old lady said with emotion: "It seems that your master is really a living god."
Huajiao shook his head and replied to the two old people: "I may disappoint grandpa and grandma soon. My husband looks about the same size as my senior sister."
Ximen Mengdie shook his head: "Junior sister, didn't I teach you? Don't believe your own eyes."
Before the two old men who went up the mountain to see the Buddha reached the mountain gate, a faint Buddha light turned into a huge swastika and slowly rose.
Heading towards the foot of the mountain in Furong Town, towards the cold windy sky, it spreads quietly.
Numerous urchins in the town were setting off firecrackers in the streets. When they looked up, they saw the golden light slowly rising from the mountain behind.
So they all screamed and called out their parents and old people.
In just the blink of an eye, dozens of people on the small street walked out of their homes, following the eyes of their children, looking towards the mountains...
"Oh my god, the Bodhisattva on the back mountain has appeared..."
"Tomorrow, I'm going to the mountain to burn incense and make wishes. I haven't seen the Bodhisattva in many years..."
"What's weird? There was a little fairy living on that mountain..."
"Don't you know, the old man Gongyang Bo at the bottom of the mountain is accompanying the little fairy on the mountain every day..."
Amidst the shouts of merchants, craftsmen, and children in the small streets of the town, Li Xiuyuan, who was chanting sutras in the main hall, once again found himself in the Buddhist hall without seeing the Buddha.
Huajiao looked at the golden light shining on the two old people and murmured: "Grandpa, grandma, the Buddhas in our temple have appeared."
At this moment, the two old people felt like divine light entering their bodies. They instantly became more than ten years younger and became much stronger.
The old lady nodded, looked at the old man and said, "Old Meng, it seems we have a Bodhisattva in Furong Town."
At this time, the old man Gong Yangbo who was sitting in the living room had already walked out of the temple and looked at the cheering people in the town and the Buddha's light that reflected the heaven and earth.
He bowed to the old man who came up and said with a smile: "Old Meng, you probably wouldn't have thought that there is a Buddha on this mountain, right?"
