The master and the apprentice hurried over to help.
When the cripple saw it, he looked surprised and asked hurriedly.
"Two masters, what are you doing?"
"Brother, we are here to see Father Dai," Qingfeng said calmly.
"You want to see Father Dai."
The lame man looked at the master and apprentice carefully.
Suddenly, as if he was frightened, he suddenly put down the barrel in his hand and ran into the inner hall.
"Master, what's wrong with him?"
Xin Yun picked up the barrel left by the lame man and asked while filling the porridge for the children.
"I'm afraid there are too many people who are causing trouble recently, and he regards us master and apprentice as bad guys," Qingfeng said calmly.
Xin Yun nodded, and the master and apprentice were not in a hurry to chase the lame man.
They served porridge to all the children and heard that they stopped crying.
Then he turned around and looked inside the inner hall.
Behind the inner hall is a small courtyard.
There is a large iron pot sitting in the southwest corner.
The cripple is opening the lid of the pot and holding long chopsticks, as if he is eating steamed food.
The entire large iron pot was instantly enveloped by rising water vapor.
The burning man couldn't see his face clearly, and he spoke in an ups and downs.
The master and apprentice recognized his identity.
"How about the steamed buns?
Are they cooked?"
The master and apprentice hurried over.
"Father Dai, so you are here," Qingfeng greeted warmly.
Father Dai raised his head and Xin Yun laughed.
For some reason, he wiped his face with his hands.
"Father, please don't wipe it off.
Just now it was just a little bit darker, and now it's getting darker and darker the more you wipe it off."
Father Dai smiled heartily.
"It's like my current situation cannot be explained.
The more it gets darker, the darker it gets."
The lame man was immediately amused, quickly put the lid on the pot, and continued to light the fire for the priest.
"The priest is so funny and the poor Taoist master and apprentice suddenly paid a visit.
I didn't expect you to be very busy."
Qingfeng apologized slightly.
"It doesn't matter.
The children are growing taller and can't drink porridge all the time.
I'll give them some steamed buns," Father Dai said with a smile.
"Father, are these children orphans?"
Xin Yun asked with concern.
"Most of them are not too poor, and most of them can't afford it."
When Father Dai said this, his expression became solemn.
"Parents who send their children here seem to be really desperate," Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh.
"Master Tian's words make sense.
Fortunately, we have God to bless us.
Everything is not bad.
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Although the food is not good, the children will not starve."
Father Dai said with a smile.
I don’t know where his optimism comes from.
"Father, where did you get the money to buy the porridge?"
Xin Yun understood the accident and knew that this was the most difficult thing, so he asked with concern.
"Yes, Father, how do you raise money?"
Qingfeng asked.
Father Dai smiled and said nothing.
The lame man squatting in front of the stove to light the fire spoke.
"Two masters, it's not easy for the priest.
All the money he brought was used to buy food.
Now it's all up to the parishioners to chip in."
Master Qingfeng and his disciples were very moved.
A foreigner could spend all his wealth to help these poor children.
Just by doing this, he was better than many people in the world.
"Master, we have to help the priest," Xin Yun whispered from the side.
Qingfeng nodded and immediately took out all the silver coins he carried and handed them to Father Dai.
"Father, this is a little thought from the poor Taoist."
"Heavenly Master, you must never go unpaid for nothing.
God will blame you."
Father Dai firmly refused to accept it.
"Pindao once heard that your church accepts donations.
Just treat it as Pindao's donation to the church," Qingfeng said calmly.
"Okay, thank you on behalf of the children."
Father Dai hesitated for a moment and finally accepted Qingfeng's silver dollar.
The lame man squatting in front of the stove to light the fire couldn't help but sigh.
If the world saw this scene, they would probably be unbelievable.
The steaming steamed buns were finally out of the pot, and everyone came over to help.
The children quickly ate the steamed buns and were all jumping up and down.
After breakfast, Father Dai asked the lame man to lead the children to play in the courtyard, and then took Master Qingfeng and his disciples to his bedroom.
The room was small and adjacent to the toilet in the yard.
The wall is dark, and on the side facing the door, there is a big cross drawn with white ash, which is very eye-catching.
Under the cross lies a dilapidated Eight Immortals table.
The bamboo bed is perpendicular to it, leaning against the other wall.
"Father, this is your bedroom."
Xin Yun looked back and forth and asked in surprise.
"Why don't they look alike?"
Father Dai asked with a smile.
"Isn't it like I just can't figure it out?
Foreigners all live in bungalows, why do you want to live here and your church doesn't help you?"
Xin Yun expressed his doubts.
"To be honest, I don't have a church," Father Dai shrugged and replied calmly.
Qingfeng was very surprised.
"This is the first time for a poor man to meet a priest who has no church."
Father Dai continued to smile and asked Qingfeng a question.
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"Tianshi, do you have a church?"
Qingfeng replied immediately.
"We Taoist disciples, there are many sects similar to your church.
Among the various sects, most of them have a continuation of the relationship between master and disciple.
They have established their own views, and most of them are relatively free."
Father Dai nodded.
"I have also seen wandering monks in Buddhism.
I am such a lone traveler."
Master Qingfeng and his apprentice had seen other foreign priests.
The church was omnipotent and could even invite foreign soldiers to protect the church.
It is really puzzling why Father Dai asked for trouble.
"Father, why don't you rely on the church?"
Qingfeng asked.
Father Dai sighed and replied solemnly.
"In front of God, we are all equal brothers and sisters.
But some people are not like this.
When they were young and bullied the weak, they thought God was their own.
I don't like these brothers and sisters who don't want to have anything to do with the church, let alone let them Misunderstanding that I am never an accomplice in crime is tantamount to committing a crime.”
Qingfeng nodded with admiration.
"Does the priest think so much that Pindao will be taught today?"
Father Dai smiled and replied humbly.
"Where where" Xin Yun immediately imitated Father Dai's previous tone and spoke the foreign sentence.
"wherewhere" Father Dai couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
"Father, am I right?"
Xin Yun asked hurriedly.
"That's right, somewhere is better," Father Dai replied calmly.
Xin Yun nodded, wondering in his heart, no matter where is called "where", it all means the same thing, how can it be good or bad?
Qingfeng knew his apprentice Xin Yun's doubts and said with a smile.
"If you don't understand each other, you can communicate with each other nine times out of ten.
It's very rare.
I have been in China for five thousand years, and my language is wonderful.
The priest said this, and of course there is a reason for it."
Father Dai then nodded.
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