The monk looked away, took out an account book and three coins and put them on the table, and looked at Wu Jin.
"How is your father?"
"Master Lao is worried about me. He has passed the test of life and death."
"Amitabha." The monk chanted "Buddha" and took out three taels of silver and placed it on the table.
"The young monk just found out the day when your father worked. He has been working for three months, and there are still fifteen days of accounts that have not been settled. One day is two hundred cash. After deducting twenty-five cash for tea and rice, it should be two hundred cash plus.
Six hundred and twenty-five, Master said, I will add a round number to you, making a total of three guan, please take a look at the account."
"Okay." Wu Jin took the account book seriously and looked at it carefully under the dim skylight.
The monk was a little surprised when he saw this - when ordinary people come to pay their wages, they either don't look at the account, or they look at it casually to show their trust in the temple. He is the first to look at it so seriously.
Wu Jin looked at it carefully, starting from Wu's father's first day at work, until he saw the fingerprints pressed by Wu's father when he received wages for the last time. There were no mistakes or omissions in between, and then he continued to count the days without wages.
After the calculation was correct, he put the account book on the table, smoothed it out, and said to the monk: "Master's calculation is good. It can be written off."
It was better for the monk to do the math in person, so as not to come back to Luo Si later. He took out a small piece of lead and drew a black silk fence on the side of Wu Fu's column in the account book as a boundary.
After painting, he took out two large silver ingots and handed them to Wu Jin: "Your father made a mistake, and we feel sorry for him. Fortunately, he is still alive. There are not many that can be given out in the temple, so you can just accept it."
After Wu Jin solemnly thanked him, he continued: "I heard from the workers that when your father was cutting out the statue of Guanyin in the cave, he broke one of the Bodhisattva's fingers, so the Bodhisattva punished you with hardships so that your father would not have any resentment in his heart."
After Wu Jin heard this, he smiled awkwardly.
Are my father's two legs no better than one finger of the stone statue?
Mo Lingfeng, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke: "That Bodhisattva is really short-sighted."
Wu Jin's heart suddenly relaxed, and there was moisture in his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly felt the value of Mo Lingfeng - if she wanted to protect anyone, she would even have to talk to the gods and Buddhas.
They just met by chance, but she was so protective. No wonder her brother loved her so much.
She spoke like a child, so the monks couldn't argue with her. They just mumbled a few Zen words and asked them to go down the mountain quickly. It was still too late to go down now.
Wu Jin quickly collected the money, picked up the burden, and headed out with Mo Lingfeng.
When the sky first changed, all the people and workers who came to worship Guanyin had left, leaving only the two of them. They walked smoothly at first, but as soon as they walked out of the mountain gate, the sky changed again.
The wild wind was astonishing, black clouds were pressing overhead, and the water in the gorge had already surged before the rain fell.
Wu Jin knew that he couldn't leave at the moment, as the mountain gate of the temple was still open, so he made a prompt decision and led Mo Lingfeng to the Heavenly King's Hall in a strode. He never thought that the Heavenly King's Hall had closed the door, so he could only sit on the floor in the corridor.
Mo Lingfeng looked around, looking for a place to sit. Wu Jin took off her sweater and spread it on the stone foundation outside the threshold: "The stone is cold, so sit on your clothes."
After Mo Lingfeng sat down, he put down the two baskets. The two baskets faced the two of them in the dark, protecting them from the wind and rain.
As soon as we settled in, it started to rain.
The rain was extremely heavy and the wind was strong, as if it was trying to carry away Xiongshan Temple. The sound of water in the canyon was even louder, and the waves crashed against the cliffs, making an earth-shattering sound.
Wu Jin clutched the two baskets tightly, wishing that Mo Lingfeng would ball up and roll into the basket to avoid blowing her.
It rained heavily for more than four-quarters of an hour. The rain became less intense and the wind became less loud. One could hear the long roar coming from the stomachs of the two of them.
Mo Lingfeng couldn't help laughing: "Does it look like you're singing in antiphony?"
Wu Jin listened carefully and found it funny. The growls in the stomachs of the two people came and went, and they refused to give in to each other. It seemed that they were competing against each other.
After a while, Mo Lingfeng, who was very hungry, took off a cloth bag from his waist and said, "I'll play the xun for you."
Wu Jin originally thought it was a bag of spices, but he didn't expect to take out a pottery xun the size of a goose egg. He also didn't expect that this little girl could play. Hearing the sound of the xun, it was a shortcut to return to nature, and he immediately listened attentively.
Mo Lingfeng put his fingers on the hole, brought the mouthpiece to his mouth, and breathed out: "Pfft——"
The clouds were wet, the mist was flowing, and the rain was pattering. Mo Lingfeng sat on his sweater, huddled in a small ball, his face turned red, and he puffed out his cheeks and blew hard. Tao Xun painfully let out "Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff."
"Tutu" and "wuwuwu" howls.
A few bats roosting under the eaves couldn't bear to be disturbed, so they fluttered away.
Wu Jin had nowhere to escape. Hearing the powerful "ghost scream", his face turned pale.
Mo Lingfeng was playing very seriously, his eyes were always half lowered, his head was following the tune little by little, his fingers were clasping, his cheeks were bulging, revealing a layer of extremely fine hair.
At the end of the song, Mo Lingfeng put down the xun dizzily: "How was it?"
Wu Jin made a dizzy sound, like a donkey braying.
Mo Lingfeng wiped the mouthpiece with his sleeve, put it in a cloth bag, and put it back on his waist: "My breath is not stable now. It will be better if I blow more. I am familiar with the tune."
Wu Jin didn't hear the tune at all, so he looked away from her face, lowered his head, and smiled silently.
The rain became lighter, but it was already late. If I didn't leave, I would have to stay at Xiongshan Temple for the night. Mo Lingfeng stood up and patted his butt: "I have to go home, otherwise my brother will be scared."
"I'm leaving too." Wu Jin put on the basket and pole and took the lead out of the mountain gate.
The small waterfall on the north side of Xiongshi Gorge, after a heavy rain, flew down and rocks hit the shore, and the simple guardrail on the trail seemed to be broken into pieces.
Wu Jin saw that the road was muddy and slippery, and saw that Mo Lingfeng was young, fearing that she would not be strong enough to hold the railing. After much thought, Wu Jin stuffed the basket and pole into a grotto and picked them up another day, and untied them again.
Tie one end of the brown rope firmly around Mo Lingfeng's waist and tie the other end around his wrist.
"You walk in front, and I will follow you from behind. Look at your feet as you walk. Don't be afraid. The road will be spacious after this section."
Ah Gu nodded and walked forward without fear.
Wu Jin was walking alone, but he was carrying the hearts of two people. He walked with trepidation, paying careful attention to every step he took, and only occasionally raising his eyes. As he was walking carefully, he suddenly heard a call from in front of him: "Ah Shu!"
At the same time, Wu Jin stepped into a large puddle of mud. The mud seemed to be an endless abyss, directly covering his ankles.
As he pulled out his feet, he looked ahead.
There were about a dozen more lights in front of them, each wearing a coir raincoat or bamboo hat. A man walking in the front was as thin as a bamboo. After hearing Mo Lingfeng's response, he ran straight forward, regardless of the slippery and narrow road, and squatted down to give him a hug.
Mo Lingfeng took her out of his arms and looked up and down.
The lights behind them suddenly followed, illuminating the wet faces of the Mo brothers and sisters. Their eyebrows and eyes were very similar.