"Yunying, the temple is running out of money."

"I will tell my sisters."

"Home..."

"I have everything, and besides, I'm not living a poor life."

"I……"

Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, under the Bodhi tree, the young monk is holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand and a plate of meat-stuffed buns beside him, but his mind is not on the Buddhist scriptures, and the previous fragments are flashing through his mind.

An old monk is an old monk after all.

To the young monk, the old monk is both a teacher and a father.

After the last quarrel, he really couldn't stand the hard work, so the young monk chose to compromise. Before, he had to dig for three hours a day, but now he only had to dig for one hour, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

Correspondingly, the current daily income of the temple.

After excluding the pilgrims' incense money, what was left was no longer enough for him to continue the life of fine clothing and fine food.

But the time saved gave the young monk more time to study the scriptures.

At first, the little monk felt that this was good.

But as time went by, one day the little monk was shocked to find that his favorite meat-filled steamed buns tasted like wax. He inexplicably missed that bowl of light chicken noodles.

Holding a Buddhist scripture, he looked at the plate of white steamed buns next to him.

As a breeze blew by, the leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree swayed. Under the bright sunshine at noon, the shadows of the leaves were like terrifying predators, biting away at the sunlight on the steamed buns...

On the day of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Festival, the Bronze Buddha Temple is full of incense.

From hundreds of miles around, countless dignitaries came to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Wearing a bright red cassock, the former young monk has now become the abbot of the Bronze Buddha Temple. Looking at the dense crowds of believers who came to the temple to offer incense, a smile appeared on the face of the new abbot.

However, no one knows that there is a Zen courtyard next to the main hall, separated only by a wall.

The layout there is almost exactly the same as that of the main hall, except that it is not as extravagant.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the leaves of the ancient Bodhi branches swayed. The cigarette smoke shrouding the Bronze Buddha Temple seemed to have been blown away a lot. In front of the mottled Buddha, an old monk who was over seventy years old was sitting on a futon in a green monk's robe.

Knocking on the wooden fish.

Time passed by, as the breeze dispersed, the sun and the moon changed, and the Bronze Buddha Temple was once again filled with smoke.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Festival ceremony was successfully completed, and the grand scene seemed to prove that the new host was more courageous than the old host.

It was not until evening that these pilgrims who came here gradually dispersed.

In the dark night when no one cares about me, I wear more gorgeous cassocks.

Although he was exhausted, as the new host monk, he still pushed open the door next to him with forbidden words written on it.

Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, weak moonlight, looking at the skinny old monk in front of the Buddha statue.

The presiding monk's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously shouted:

"Master..."

But the old monk remained unmoved and knocked on the wooden fish as if he didn't exist.

This made the presiding monk frown, and his eyes were a bit unhappy, as if he wanted to defend something, but in the end, his eyes were filled with anger and resentment.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the half-opened door was locked.

In the empty Zen room, the wooden fish in the old monk's hand stopped.

Looking at the Buddha in front of him, the old monk said nothing, only an extremely complicated sigh.

Widow Yun died. I heard she died from working.

Without the cheap Dabai steamed buns, the villagers who have been building temples all year round are very unhappy.

But now that the Bronze Buddha Temple is getting bigger and bigger, these villagers have nothing to say.

After all, they still depend on the Bronze Buddha Temple for food.

In the town next to the temple, I don’t know when a rouge shop opened. I don’t think the business is very good, but it sells silk and satin every day. I heard that it is a noble from the city, I don’t know if it is true or not.

Although the new host is young, he is very skillful. In addition, the celebrities and dignitaries who came here for the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival have made everyone understand that this new host is not simple. Therefore, in just a few months, the new host has become a new host.

The abbot controls everything in the temple.

Money is a good thing. Although it is not a panacea, it is absolutely impossible to live without money.

Without money, there would be no silk and satin.

I am used to wearing silk linings, but burlap seems particularly uncomfortable when worn on my body.

If you don't have money, you won't be able to meet so many high-ranking officials. A wandering monk who lives all over the world may be well-informed, but in the eyes of the nobles, he is not as good as a monk from a big temple.

As for the old monk imprisoned in the temple?

Master, he is old and his brain is not working well. He has a golden mountain but he doesn't know how to use it.

He is stubborn and old-fashioned. Only by putting the Bronze Buddha Temple in his own hands can we truly make the best use of it and achieve true glory!

The abbot of the Bronze Buddha Temple thought so and did the same thing.

Guji

But he forgot one thing: the human heart cannot withstand temptation.

But are temples really that important?

Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, is it a temple? Or is it a Buddha?

If you are practicing Buddhism, everything you do as a presiding monk has no meaning.

But what if you want to build a temple?

The greatest good is like water. The reason water is strong is because it does not fight. If there is a fight, there will inevitably be disputes and flaws.

Spring passed and autumn came, and many years passed.

The temple is getting bigger and bigger, and many people can't even tell whether it is a town or a temple. Pavilions, pavilions, temples, and temples with thousands of people make the influence of the Bronze Buddha Temple spread hundreds of miles around.

But where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, even if they are a group of monks.

In the Zen room in the backyard of the temple, there were several pots of old wine and braised pork wrapped in fat on the table. A young novice monk with red lips and white teeth turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "Uncle Sihui, the host said that the matter has been resolved."

A burst of hearty laughter rang out, his face was full of flesh, and there were oily flowers at the corners of his mouth. His thick palms pulled off a chicken leg from the roasted chicken wrapped in oil paper:

"Haha, I knew the host was a capable person, so I'll reward you with this roasted chicken."

The young novice shook his head and refused:

"Uncle Sihui, I am a monk and I do not eat meat or fish."

Monk Sihui frowned. A flash of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes at the little novice monk's ignorance, but after thinking about it he still shook his head:

"Forget it, if you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible. Don't stop me from drinking and eating meat."

But the little novice monk did not leave, but stood at the door.

This made Monk Sihui frown:

"Why don't you get out?"

Although he was scolded, the little novice monk was not angry, and still had a slight smile on his face:

"Uncle Sihui, the host asked me to send you a message."

Looking up at the little novice monk, Sihui monk's expression became more and more unhappy, and his frown was like a ferocious beast:

"explain!"

After adjusting his clothes, the little novice monk raised his head and looked at the sinister monk in front of him: "Insulting women, killing people and robbing goods are not trivial matters, let alone the person who is the chieftain..."

After the words fell, before the little novice monk could finish speaking, the sinister-faced monk Sihui showed a fierce look:

"so?"

Looking at Monk Sihui with evil eyes, the little novice monk understood that the other monk did not want to listen to him, so he said briefly:

"The host said your share will be halved this year."

"Bang!"

His oily palms were slapped heavily on the table, and the fleshy-faced Monk Sihui had an extremely ferocious expression, as if he wanted to bite people.

The little novice monk was startled and argued in a panic:

"Uncle Sihui, this is all what the host said."

Sihui took a deep breath, his eyes were gloomy, and he gave the little novice a cold look: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you as a little monk. When I go back, I will tell the host and say that I know, but this year's share

Not even a copper plate should be left behind!”

In the evening, as the pilgrims dispersed, the middle-aged presiding monk stood under the Bodhi tree, stroking the rough bark of the ancient Bodhi tree with his palms. He was dressed in a golden red silk cassock, and the corners of his elegant face raised a kind smile:

"Sihui really said that?"
To be continued...