When we enter the border between Gansu and Shaanxi, the surrounding scenery becomes less green mountains and green waters and more long stretches of yellow sand.
The further to the northwest and closer to the border, the greater the sandstorm will be.
In the carriage, Wan Jiaojiao covered every gap in the window, and then carefully patted the dust off the official documents. After carefully arranging the official documents, she complained: "It's true today, it's not raining elsewhere.
Even if it snows, even hail is considered unusual, but here it is good, with sand falling all over the sky."
"It's bitterly cold at the frontier. It's pretty good now. It's just that there's a lot of wind and sand. If you're unlucky and encounter a sandstorm, the sand will hit people like knives and guns and they won't even be able to open their eyes. Not to mention people, even camels.
It’s hard to survive in a sandstorm, that’s bad luck.”
Listening to Li Chen's words, Wan Jiaojiao was so frightened that she stuck out her tongue and said, "Your Highness is blessed with great fortune and will definitely not encounter that sandstorm."
Li Chen was about to speak when he felt the carriage suddenly stop.
Before Li Chen could ask, Xiaochuanzi's voice came from outside.
"Your Highness, on the official road ahead, several monks are begging for alms."
Li Chen frowned when he heard this.
It is a normal thing for a monk to ask for alms, but which monk would go to this bitter cold place in the northwest to ask for alms?
It's good for the people here to have enough to eat, but there is no extra money to support the monks.
"I happened to be tired of riding in the car, so I went down to take a look."
After Li Chen got off the carriage, he saw on the official road ahead that several monks were blocking the road to ask for alms.
There were five monks in this group, and their cassocks and monk's robes were relatively clean and tidy, much better than most of the common people Li Chen had seen on the road.
The leader was a middle-aged monk with a big belly, fat head and big ears. He looked more like a cook than a monk.
He was holding an alms bowl and talking to the guards in front of the motorcade.
Li Chen walked over, and Xu Wei immediately stepped aside with the Jin Yiwei and said respectfully: "Young Master."
Li Chen had told him not to call him by his true identity when he was out on this trip, so it was reasonable to call him son.
Li Chen looked at the leading middle-aged monk, who also looked at him with a smile. Li Chen said, "The mage is alms?"
"The poor monk Juehui, this is so polite."
The middle-aged monk first bowed to Li Chen and reported his family status before replying: "The Buddha gave the Dharma to do good to all sentient beings. The poor monk borrowed the precious land to beg for alms. In fact, it also gave the donor an opportunity to donate and forged a good relationship with Buddhism.
It's fate, it's marriage, and it adds blessings to the donor."
Li Chen said calmly: "You Buddhists are the most eloquent in the world. You obviously want people to give alms, but for you, it is an opportunity to add blessings to others. In this way, I gave you food, clothing, money, and food.
Can I be grateful to you?"
Faced with Li Chen's unkind words, Jue Hui was not angry, and the smile on his face was still like Maitreya's. He said: "The donor does not understand the Buddhist fate method yet. It is not surprising that there is such a misunderstanding. The so-called alms are for salvation.
Cause and condition, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, all sentient beings are like this..."
Before Juehui finished speaking, Li Chen had already turned around.
"Send him a few copper coins and let them go. I will have a headache when I hear these people chanting sutras."
