When we arrived at Huguo Temple, hundreds of people had gathered in front of the gate, staring closely at the word "Thank you".
Someone with an impatient temper knocked on the door knocker, but there were many people inside the door, but it never opened.
Seeing that the Huguo Temple looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, Ling Muyun had an idea, bypassed the main entrance, passed through the back door with ease, jumped onto a big branch, jumped again, and landed lightly in the Huguo Temple.
As usual, he climbed up the nine-story tower, stood at the top of the tower, uncovered the tiles, and threw them under the tower.
"Bah!" The crisp sound alerted the novice monks who were sweeping the tower. Within a moment, the tower was filled with shouting monks.
"Tell your people in charge to come see me, otherwise, I will demolish the Huguo Temple today!" After Ling Muyun threatened, he did not forget to throw down two more tiles.
"Amitabha, Ling Donor, I don't know what happened today, but you are so angry?"
I had foreseen that the abbot of Huguo Temple would not come in person, but I didn't expect that the person who came was actually a half-acquaintance - Daoli.
"Daoli, are you unable to see the thousands of hungry people outside the gate of Huguo Temple, waiting for food, or are you unwilling to see them?"
This sentence rose to the height of the people's misery, and he was placed on the moral high ground. He directly ignored the clamor for demolishing the Hokoku Temple, which really caught Dao Li off guard.
"Buddhism is a pure place, and I don't want to get involved in the secular world!" Daoli clasped his hands together, looking like a high monk.
"When the King of the Northwest came, you acted like a coward and hung up a sign to thank the guests. Now, when the hungry people came, you still hung up the sign to thank the guests! Could it be that your Huguo Temple can only serve as an embellishment for the prosperous times and not to save all sentient beings? "
Ling Muyun threw away all the anger in his heart, stared at Dao Li, and asked loudly: "Guo Hu, which country are you protecting?"
The sound was like thunder, hitting the heart directly. It seemed that all the faults were blamed on Huguo Temple.
"Amitabha! The Buddha said that all cause and effect, the dust in the world, is formed by the mind. How did Ling Donor know that the dead people have not reached the bliss of the West?" Daoli's understanding of Buddhism was second to none in the Jin Dynasty.
If Ling Muyun really wanted to debate scriptures, it would be difficult for Ling Muyun to cope even if he had a hundred children.
"I don't care what your Buddha says, I just want to ask!" Ling Muyun stared at the monk under the tower, with the word "threat" clearly written on the thunderbolt in his hand.
"Donor Ling, it's okay to ask!" Daoli suddenly appeared with Buddha's light all over his body, ready to deal with Ling Muyun's thunder method at any time.
"Would you like to borrow food from Huguo Temple?"
The word "borrow" is used very well.
Daoli vomited two mouthfuls of blood and lost his identity in front of the juniors. At this moment, he was very ambitious and wanted to perfectly receive a thunder technique.
But Ling Muyun was actually borrowing food. It felt like facing a delicious food. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, someone suddenly spit on him. This feeling was even worse than eating a fly.
"Donor Ling came to Huguo Temple to borrow food?" Dao Li asked in surprise.
"Otherwise?" Now, it was Ling Muyun's turn to be surprised: "In the name of the Dingbei Ling clan, I borrowed 10,000 dendrobium grains from the Huguo Temple! I wonder if Monk Li would appreciate it?"
"Ten thousand dendrobium!" Monk Daoli wanted to yell and teach Ling Muyun the art of counting and the concept of dendrobium, but there were many monks surrounding him and it was difficult to speak.
He had no choice but to take the name of Buddha and said with a wry smile: "It is indeed a blessing for all people that Donor Ling has the heart to save the world, but ten thousand dendrobium is actually not enough in the warehouse. The Huguo Temple can only store five hundred dendrobium at most."
Seeing Ling Muyun frowning, Daoli continued: "This is already 78% of the food stored in Huguo Temple."
"Okay, five hundred dendrobium is five hundred dendrobium! Borrow it!" Ling Muyun saw that Dao Li was not lying, so he readily agreed.
"No, Donor Ling! It's the Huguo Temple that releases 500 dendrobiums of grain!"
"Eh? The Huguo Temple is suddenly so generous, which makes me feel a little ashamed!" Ling Muyun scratched his head. If the Huguo Temple releases food, he won't need to do any favors.
"Amitabha! The Huguo Temple is just releasing food to help the people of the world!" Daoli clasped his palms toward the pagoda: "The Ling family has made many donations on weekdays. Today's borrowing of food is for the sake of the people of the world, so the Huguo Temple will not count as interest! "
What's the meaning? It took Ling Muyun a long time to figure it out. Isn't this both a right thing and a right thing? The co-author used the guise of releasing food in Huguo Temple to win people's hearts, but in the end it was the Ling family who paid the bill?
However, Ling Muyun thought about it and agreed without hesitation: "Okay! I'll borrow it!"
Dao Li made it clear that it was the Dingbei Ling clan who borrowed food, not Ling Muyun, not to mention that he would run away in a few days.
No, it’s traveling!
When the time comes, Huguo Temple will ask for it from whomever it wants.
"Amitabha! Donor Ling, are you willing to come down now?"
"Ah, haha!" Ling Muyun smiled awkwardly: "No need to give it away! I'll go by myself! Remember to put out food!"
Watching Ling Muyun jump out of the courtyard wall, Dao Li chanted Buddhist words in a low voice.
The unhappy monk in the courtyard felt heartache and went to the prison and the abbot separately to report the loan of 500 dendrobium of grain from the first Taoist temple.
"I wasn't sure I could catch the thunder method last night!" Daoli shook his head.
"She Qilan is as good as me!" After the abbot said this, he turned his back and knocked on the wooden fish.
No one noticed that there was a hint of pain on the abbot's face.
I still remember that in the winter of the year before last, Ling Muyun and Laijiu went to the pagoda to watch the snow. The abbot acted "Buddha's Wrath", and strong winds blew up, almost blowing them off the top of the pagoda.
I thought I would give them a small precept to restrain themselves, but unexpectedly, Laijiu climbed over the wall that night and attacked the abbot.
"Let you be angry, let you bully the small, let you be windy..."
To this day, the abbot still vividly remembers the sound of the wooden fish hitting his head. What frightens him even more is that he was beaten so severely that the whole temple did not hear any sound.
Today, Ling Muyun came to Huguo Temple just to borrow food. Even if he came to borrow his life, he would discuss it with the Buddha and lend him a few.
Who allows him to have a backer who can't fight back?
"This boy looks naughty, but he is actually not a creature of the pond!" When there were only two people left in the meditation hall, the host gave himself and Daoli a reasonable step.
Buddha said, good karma.
Ling Muyun had no way of knowing what happened after Huguo Temple.
On the way down the mountain, country tunes are playing on the rise. When you meet passers-by, whether they are in twos, threes, or alone, you have to say: "Go back, I have already visited Huguo Temple to provide food!"
"Why are you going up the mountain? Huguo Temple promised me to provide food!!"
Until they entered Dingbeicheng and came to the gate of Yishixuan.
Seeing that the poppy putting the porridge was still busy, Ling Muyun pretended to cough.
"Looking at Mr. Ling's happy face, do you think there are any clues about the matter of borrowing food?" Poppy followed the voice and saw Ling Muyun clasping his hands behind his back and squinting at the sky. Knowing that things were about to turn around, he asked.
"As long as Lai Jiu is around, I don't have to go there personally to handle the matter!"
When mentioning Laijiu, Ling Muyun's eyes were obviously dim: "Five hundred dendrobiums of dendrobium are released in Huguo Temple!"
"How to release it?" Poppy asked.
"Hmm..." Ling Muyun was speechless for a moment and muttered: "I forgot to ask for a moment, but I agreed and I will definitely let him go."
"Puch!" The poppy half covered her face, Shuang'e frowned slightly and smiled charmingly.
"Since the Huguo Temple promised to release grain, I will not break my promise. It's the servant who is talking too much!"
Between frowns and smiles, Ling Muyun had already thought of the name of the child.
"Master Ling? Master Ling!"
"Ah! That's it! That's it!" Ling Muyun echoed.
Pulled back from fantasy by Poppy, she felt even more embarrassed: "Well, I have to go back! I still have something to do! Lame Jiu is still waiting for me."
"What a lame excuse!" Poppy chuckled, looking at Ling Muyun who was panicking, she couldn't help but tease her: "Sir, do you want to listen to the music?"
"Xizhou Qu! Do you know it?" Ling Muyun stopped and said calmly.
"Want to hear?"
Ling Muyun nodded.
"Evening! Yi Shixuan!"
Ling Muyun nodded again and never looked back.
It wasn't until I turned a corner and reached the alley that I started to play the beat happily: "Xizhou song, Xizhou song, Xizhou song, Xizhou song, Xizhou song!"
"The porridge is indeed a bit thin!"
"It turns out that the happiness of wealthy families is also the same."
…
Night finally came, and the sun sank into the sea of sand under Ling Muyun's curse.
Ling Muyun looked at himself in the mirror: a white shirt with long sleeves, decorated with light blue embroidery on the collar, cuffs, and skirt. The slender tips hanging to the ground under the waist, a lacquered gauze crown, and a strand of long hair deliberately left hanging down naturally. On the forehead.
The "swipe" sound of the folding fan in the hand is like a peacock opening its tail, indescribably graceful.
"Listen to the music!" We shared flowers and willows along the way, and soon arrived at Yishixuan.
Goulan is out of business.
Ling Muyun dodged and jumped to the roof. What he saw was the mess on the ground after the hasty move.
Poppy also left.
Ling Muyun seemed a little disappointed. He sat on his back and threw the folding fan into the yard.
"Recalling the plum blossoms, I went to Xizhou, folded them and sent them to the north of the Yangtze River. My single shirt is apricot red, my temples are the color of a crow..."
At first, he just hummed quietly, then gradually relaxed his voice, and finally almost howled.
That night, half of Dingbeicheng listened to Mr. Ling's Xizhou song.
"I dare not compliment you!"
"What's wrong with my savior? You can't speak without conscience, the singing is really ugly!"
"It's not tuned in!"
