The sky was getting dark, and the sparse raindrops became as big as soybeans in the blink of an eye. The clothes on Chen Yue's body quickly became wet.

Yu Yanbai wiped the rain off his face and looked up. He could vaguely see the shadow of the market town in front of him, but if he had waited for the two of them to rush over and then found the inn where they were unfamiliar, they would have been drowned long ago.

Already.

"Yanbai, look, is there a temple there?" Chenyue suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the left. There were several houses vaguely on the left side of the road.

Yu Yanbai rubbed his eyes, took a closer look, and muttered: "It's true, but why is there a temple here?"

It turns out that since the internal turmoil of the Zhou Dynasty has become more and more turbulent, the people have been displaced, and many people do not have enough to eat. Places such as temples and Taoist temples that rely on incense money have become increasingly declining. Only those famous temples can barely survive. Others

have long since disappeared one after another, not to mention that Shuozhou is a newly built state capital, so how can there be a temple?

Chen Yue shook the rain off his face: "No matter what, let's go and get a place to stay first! At least we can avoid the heavy rain first."

"okay."

The two reined in the reins and rushed towards the small temple.

…

"Dong dong dong!"

"Is there anyone there?" Yu Yanbai shouted at the door at the top of his lungs.

Chenyue stood outside the eaves and looked at the temple curiously. It was said to be a temple, but in fact it occupied a very small area, only as big as two or three rooms. The walls looked like they were newly built, and rainwater continued to flow along the eaves of the temple.

dripping.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Is there anyone?"

Yu Yanbai put his ears against the door and listened, and finally heard a trace of footsteps from inside.

"I'm coming."

"Crunch."

The temple door opened, and a bald monk emerged from inside. He asked unconsciously in surprise: "Huh? Are the two donors also coming to burn incense on this rainy day?"

It turned out that the monks in the temple thought they were pilgrims who came to burn incense.

"I'm sorry, the two of us were on our way and missed the sun. We don't want to encounter such heavy rain. There is nowhere to go nearby. I wonder if I can stay in a temple for one night?" Yu Yanbai said while talking about the rain on his forehead.

of flowing downward.

Chenyue also took a look at the monk. He looked about forty years old, with a Chinese character face and bright eyes. His face did not have the rigidity of a monk, but rather a lively expression.

"Oh, that's it. Amitabha, poor wanderer." The bald monk quickly opened the temple door: "Donor, please come in quickly."

Chenyue and Yu Yanbai put their hands together: "Thank you very much."

"Hey, donor, why are you so polite? Just be quiet, there is a shed on the back wall, and the horses can be tied there." The bald monk said carelessly.

Chenyue and Yu Yanbai were stunned. Why is this monk so weird? He doesn't sound like a monk at all.

However, despite the doubts in his eyes, Chen Yue followed the monk and tied the horse to the back wall, and then walked into the temple wet all over.

"Sit down, you can sit wherever you like, and the poor monk will go get a brazier for the two donors." The monk said with a smile, which was quite enthusiastic.

Chenyue took off his wet coat, put it on the wooden stand, and looked at the small temple curiously.

This temple is not big, with one or two houses on the left and right sides. Chenyue and his two men are standing in the main house in the middle. There is an incense burner in the house. There are still some unburned incense heads in it, and the incense ashes are spread on it.

A thick layer.

The most curious thing is that there are no Bodhisattva or Buddha sculptures in this house. There is only a portrait of Buddha hanging in the middle of the lobby.

Chenyue couldn't help but curl his lips. This temple was really random. There were no sculptures. The pilgrims who came to offer incense only worshiped this painting.

Despite this, Chen Yue and the others still bowed respectfully to the Buddha painting.

The two of them do not believe in Buddhism, but they are not ignorant of etiquette. Speaking of which, they have disturbed the purity of the Buddhist hall.

Yu Yanbai whispered: "Brother Yue, it looks like this is a small temple, and there are no other monks in the temple."

Chenyue thought for a while and said: "Most of the people in Shuozhou are refugees. There are not many pilgrims. The temple is small and normal, but there are too many monks to support them."

Yu Yanbai nodded his forehead slightly.

"Come, come, you two should warm up over the fire first. If you get wet, you may feel the cold." While the two were whispering to each other, the bald monk came in carrying a brazier.

The sizzling flames immediately illuminated the faces of Chen Yue and Chen Yue, and the coldness on their bodies also faded a lot.

"I haven't asked the elders for their names yet," Chenyue said with cupped hands.

"The poor monk's name is Huicong. I am the only one in this temple. The two donors don't need to be too polite." The bald monk smiled and asked Chenyue and Chen Yue to sit down.

"My surname is Chen. This is Young Master Yu. I have disturbed you a lot today." Chen Yue sat down with a smile.

With the help of the firelight, Chen Yue finally saw clearly the appearance of Monk Huicong. His eyebrows were raised and he had a slight sense of Confucianism. The yellow monk's robe on his body had long been washed and faded, and there were still a few patches on it.

Chenyue murmured to himself: "It seems that this temple doesn't have much money for incense."

As if he understood the meaning in Chen Yue's eyes, Monk Huicong said with a smile: "To make the donor laugh, we traveled all the way from Luozhou Prefecture and settled down in Shuozhou, Beiliang. Now I believe in Buddhism

With fewer people, there will naturally be less money for incense in this temple. The temples you see were all built with the help of the government, and this is the only Buddha statue in the whole house that I brought all the way here."

As the monk spoke, he whispered to the portrait: "Amitabha."

"I see." Chen Yue nodded. This is true. Most of the people who came to Shuozhou couldn't even afford to eat. How could they have the heart to believe in Buddhism?

"Elder, the Central Plains has a large population and the people's pockets are full. Why did you go to Bianguan to build a temple?" Yu Yanbai asked from the side.

"Hey, this is ridiculous." The monk shook his head and said: "In the past seven or eight years, the poor monk has traveled through most of the territory of our dynasty, and most of them are full of hungry people. Only in the land of Shuozhou, although it seems that

It seems to be a newly built state capital, but the people here live a much more stable life, with fields to farm and food to eat, which is much better than in the Central Plains."

Chenyue and Yu Yanbai looked at each other, with a hint of unconscious joy deep in their eyes.

"Ah sneeze!"

Yu Yan sneezed suddenly.

"Ai, I'm freezing, look at my brain." The bald monk patted his forehead and said, "Wait, I have some wine here, let the donor warm it up and warm himself up."

Chen Yue looked curious. He didn't expect there was wine in this temple. Who would drink it?

"Brother Yue, this monk is quite warm-hearted." Yu Yanbai said while rubbing his somewhat blocked nose.

Since entering the house, he has warmed the fire and warmed the wine, which really makes people feel good.
Chapter completed!