Shenlong Temple is famous, and the monks who came to place orders one after another have increased, and soon dozens of people have gathered.
For these people, I don't expect them to have a deep affection for the Shenlong Temple, so naturally I won't trust the temple to them, just let them take care of some daily affairs.
The days are spent in a busy and busy way, and in a blink of an eye, it is the end of the year.
The Spring Festival is approaching, the mountain is very lively, everywhere is full of lights, the mountain is much quieter, I am happy to be leisurely, hiding in the abbot's room to meditate and practice.
No, early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the temple ushered in a large number of guests, and there was an endless stream.
I didn't know until I asked, and I don't know who spread the rumor, saying that if you go to Shenlong Temple on the first day of the new year to pray for blessings, you will have good luck in the new year.
As a result, almost all the people in the city were dispatched, and the prayer queue formed a long line, and I couldn't wait to break the threshold of the main hall, but fortunately the incense in the temple was sufficient, otherwise, it really couldn't meet everyone's needs.
While praying for blessings, people sent many New Year's goods such as cakes and fruits to the temple, and at the end of the day, several warehouses were piled up.
There are too many things, and the people in the light temple can finish eating, so I summoned them out, and on the night of the fifteenth, the Shenlong Temple will hold a temple fair, and hold a guessing contest, and the prizes for guessing the lantern riddles are those cakes and fruits.
In fact, there are not many things, just to have fun, take them from the people, and use them for the people.
The final highlight was that I personally recited the scriptures and prayed for everyone, and sent the blessing words written by me to the person who guessed the most riddles.
The monks in the temple are very tired now, and they have been getting up early and working late to prepare materials, paste lanterns, and write lantern riddles since the second year of junior high school.
However, monks are also human beings, and it is rare to engage in an activity related to entertainment, which is refreshing, so although they are busy, they are also happy.
The most excited was the father and son, who had so many interesting things on weekdays, but at night, as soon as the two of them were free, they immediately went crazy, and broke a lot of the lanterns that the monks had worked so hard to make, and I put them in the scroll and did not let them out, as a punishment.
In any case, the temple finally has a festive atmosphere up and down, and it doesn't seem so deserted.
I didn't care about that, but when I saw that everyone was happy, I rejoiced.
The fifteenth finally came as expected in the hope of everyone.
In broad daylight, the whole Qingfeng Mountain is lively, from the foot of the mountain to the Shenlong Temple on the mountain, all the way are occupied by all kinds of small stalls and vendors, people regard the temple fair of the Shenlong Temple as a big event, drag the family to the mountain to play.
When the moon rises, small red lanterns are lit up one by one, winding from the bottom of the mountain to the temple, like a long dragon, very beautiful, and there are happy smiling faces of people everywhere along the way.
I couldn't help the soft grinding and hard bubbles of the father and son, and under the repeated requests and assurances of the clear space, I released the scroll of his father and son, warning them not to cause trouble, but before I could finish speaking, the two of them shouted "Got it" and disappeared.
I smiled and shook my head helplessly, this clear space, after being a ghost, I really lived back to myself, and I had a fight with the innocent Nianci.
I, on the other hand, was calmer, and I hid in the abbot's room to meditate, away from the hustle and bustle of the wall outside, and settled down.
After about two hours, Xu opened his eyes again, refreshed, and felt that his whole body was transparent and comfortable.
"Big brother, there's a grandfather outside who is amazing, and he guessed a lot of riddles, do you want to go and see it" Nianci suddenly came in through the wall, threw himself on my knees, and pointed to the door.
"Oh, which grandpa is so powerful, I'm going to see who he is."
Nian Ci clapped her little hands, jumped and said, "Okay, okay, I'll take you to see" After speaking, he didn't bother to walk out of the door, and went out through the wall again.
I walked out slowly, and when I turned around to close the door, I caught a glimpse of Nian Ci waving at me not far away.
I smiled and walked towards him, but he didn't wait for me, and when he saw that I was almost there, he walked on again.
I was about to teleport over to catch him, when I heard the sound of rustling clothes and gobbling in the corner of the courtyard wall.
Someone hiding there to eat is a thief I looked over, and sure enough, there was a man squatting on the ground, holding a pastry in his left hand and an apple in his right hand, eating without raising his head.
I thought the man must have been so hungry that he swallowed the apple so loudly that he didn't feel like he had chewed much.
I walked over and stood in front of him.
The man saw my feet, paused, and paused for a moment before slowly raising his head.
How is he Could this be fate?
The person in front of me was actually the sweeping monk who picked me up to the temple at the beginning, and the strange thing was that he was not wearing a monk's robe, and he had a cloth towel wrapped around his head I remember that his Dharma name should be Fuxian.
I heard the abbot say that he was not a monk in the Shenlong Temple, but a wandering ascetic, who traveled to the Shenlong Temple and settled here.
In my impression, he is low-key and modest, and has always been his sweeping monk without complaints and rules.
Usually rarely speak, to everyone is polite, very humble, but seems to keep a certain distance from anyone, because I have never seen him get close to anyone, friendship, even with me, but only when they meet, smile at me lightly.
I remember when I went down the mountain, he was only in his thirties, and he was still in his prime, but now he is only seven or eight years old, but he is much older, darker, thinner, and wrinkles crawling all over his forehead and the corners of his eyes.
It can be seen that his life is not very good, his clothes are in tatters, he is like a beggar, and he still exudes a foul smell.
"How about you," I exclaimed.
Fuxian also opened his mouth and looked at me blankly, and as soon as his hand was released, half of the leftover cake and fruit pit fell to the ground and rolled aside.
"Don't you recognize me, I'm pure-hearted" He was stunned for a moment, hurriedly chewed and swallowed the thing that was bulging in his cheeks, hurriedly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, stood up, put his palms together, bowed respectfully and said: "Amitabha, Fuxian has seen the abbot."
When the old people saw each other, I felt cordial in my heart, and I was busy returning the courtesy, and asked eagerly: "When did you come back, why don't you let people know?"
A hint of relief flashed in Fuxian's eyes, but he still said respectfully: "Fuxian is just a sweeping monk, how can he afford to be called by the abbot?"
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I didn't think so, and said enthusiastically: "Look at what you said, we are all old acquaintances, where do you have so many secular rites, don't you just see the outside world, not to mention, if it weren't for your good deeds of picking me up into the temple and saving my life, how would I be where I am today?"
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