"Everyone has nothing to do in the winter. They are all looking forward to spring coming soon and earning more coins. Today I have expanded to a new village, and there are many idle ladies there who are willing to weave for us." Tian
Niu said happily.
"You have done an outstanding job in this area. Keep working hard. When the guild hall becomes bigger in the future, you will be the chief purchasing director of our dyeing shop and guild hall." Haitang encouraged Tian Niu.
"Definitely." Although Tian Niu doesn't know what chief purchasing director means, anyway, if you do a good job, it's a good title.
"By the way, Sister Haitang, do you think anyone has married a monk?" Tian Niu asked tentatively.
"Some monks practice in temples and then return to secular life when the time comes. They still marry and have children. It's normal. Moreover, after a period of meditation, their mood is often higher than that of ordinary people." Haitang said while drinking tea.
"Does this mean that all monks cannot get married?" Tian Niu seemed to be asking but not asking, as if she were saying those words to herself again.
"Sister Haitang, you said that if a person eats the weight and becomes determined to become a monk, how can you stop him from this idea?" Tian Niu asked.
"The monk pays attention to the purity of the six roots. If he breaks the rules and precepts, he will naturally lose the face to stay in Buddhism." Haitang said.
"Ah..." Tian Niu seemed to suddenly realize it!
My brain suddenly became enlightened!
That's right, you Huicong have already broken the rule of drinking. I'll add something else to you so that you can't become a monk!
Thinking of this, Tian Niu happily left the dyeing workshop and returned to her room alone, carefully thinking about her "life plan".
The next day, Tian Niu carried a food box to the temple. When she arrived at the temple, she took out a handful of incense from the food box and knelt in front of the Buddha, burning incense and praying.
Huicong smelled the fragrance of the Sutra Hall, slowly opened his eyes and saw Tian Niu.
"There are so many Bodhisattvas, so many sutra halls, female donor, why are you burning incense and praying here?" Hui Cong had already recognized that she was the same woman as yesterday, no matter her hairstyle or clothes had changed.
"That's right, there are so many Buddhist halls and shrines. If I can't ask for anything, it's up to you to take care of it. Hum, a meat-and-wine monk." Tian Niu was not polite.
Tian Niu prayed and stared at Huicong sideways.
Huicong was still flipping through the scriptures leisurely and reading. In his eyes, everything seemed to be light and calm, except for Tian Niu who said that he was a meat-and-wine monk.
"Uncle Huicong, the flowers you raised were broken by a female donor!" The little novice monk ran over.
Huicong hurriedly followed the young novice to have a look. Seeing that there was no one around, Tian Niu followed quietly to have a look.
When I walked into the temple, I saw a rich lady wearing a flower on her head, joking with the two maids beside her.
"This temple also has flowers in winter. I think they are prepared for our young lady." The maid said.
"Hey..." Huicong sighed, why don't people in the world have sympathy for all living things?
"Girl, do you know that when you break these flowers and plants, they will also hurt." Huicong said helplessly.
"Giggle, where did this person come from? Monks don't look like monks. Beautiful flowers are just for people to appreciate. Beautiful women have been wearing flowers like this since ancient times. It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. You really know how to joke.
"The rich daughter said.
Tian Niu was not accustomed to seeing the daughter of a wealthy family.
"Break your arm, won't it hurt?" Tian Niu's vulgar metaphor made Huicong look at her differently.