The little novice monk sniffed, looked at Chen Danzhu and reminded timidly: "Miss Danzhu, here is the Buddha."
Chen Danzhu covered his mouth with a fan and yawned: "It's been two hours since the ceremony, and my thoughts have arrived, right?"
It's been two hours, but you've been sleeping for an hour and a half, the little novice thought to himself.
Chen Danzhu moved his shoulders, frowned and looked at the ground, pointed at the mat and said, "This is too hard, making it uncomfortable to sleep on. Please change it to something thicker."
Do you want to move a couch? You are not allowed to sleep in the Buddhist hall! The little novice thought to himself, and he only dared to think about it in his mind, but did not dare to say it out loud, this Chen Danzhu can beat people——
"Okay, open the door and let's go." Chen Danzhu stood up and said, "Let's go eat."
The young novice monk could only open the door. What could he do? He had bad luck in drawing lots and was pushed to guard the Buddhist hall.
"Dongsheng, what are you eating today?" Chen Danzhu came out and waved his fan and asked. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Or cabbage and tofu?"
Otherwise? Little novice Dongsheng thought to himself, can I stew a pot of meat for you?
"I'm not telling you, even cabbage and tofu can be delicious." Chen Danzhu said, "To be honest, eating your food reminds me of the past."
In that life, she had just been imprisoned in Peach Blossom Mountain, and there were only two of her and A Tian. Neither of them had cooked anything, so what kind of food did they eat - but at that time, neither of them had the heart to eat or drink, and she had been sick for a long time.
, just eat something every day to survive.
The little novice thought that Miss Danzhu had a past, but he was very happy. It was no longer under his control after leaving the temple, and he could go and torment the senior brothers in the kitchen.
"Dongsheng." Chen Danzhu turned back and pointed at the Buddhist hall, "Remember to copy today's Buddhist scriptures."
The queen also punished her to write ten scriptures, but she remembered them in her heart.
The young novice monk almost cried when he stood at the door of the Buddhist temple, but he did not dare to refute. He could only watch Chen Danzhu staggering away. What should he do? Miss Danzhu asked him to copy Buddhist scriptures. Will she continue to let him copy Buddhist scriptures?
Right? The little novice monk ran to find Master Huizhi, but was stopped outside the door.
"Master will be in seclusion for ten days." The senior brother outside the door warned, "Don't disturb me."
The little novice monk was dumbfounded: "Well, then Miss Danzhu—"
The senior brother said hurriedly: "Master said, everything about Miss Danzhu is left to chance - you can just take care of it yourself."
What should he do? He is just an abandoned child picked up by the temple in winter and raised until he is twelve years old this year. Dongsheng can only go back to copy Buddhist scriptures with a sad face and dejectedness - he
He didn't dare not copy it, for fear that Miss Danzhu would beat him.
Chen Danzhu came to the kitchen. He ate vegetables and tofu every day. He was really hungry easily. The kitchen had not yet started eating. The monks practiced two meals a day. But when they saw Chen Danzhu coming, several monks hurriedly gave him
She cooks, a bowl of rice, a bowl of vegetables and a bowl of soup.
"Actually, vegetarian dishes can also be made delicious." Chen Danzhu said while eating, looking at the three monks standing behind the stove, thinking of the old military doctor who had been with her in the mountains for three years in her life.
He taught her medicine and made her a lot of medicinal food preparations, most of which used vegetarian dishes that were much more delicious than what she and A Tian cooked themselves. Later, she and A Tian also thought about how to eat. Nothing happened on the mountain, so they
I read through the classics and tried, "For example, boil winter melon for a little longer, and then simmer it in soup. The taste will be richer. In addition to eating, you can also make snacks. I see that you have grown plums in the back, and you can use ginger shreds to make plums."
Let’s make preserved fruit together.”
A monk boldly said: "Ms. Danzhu, our practice is hard on our minds——"
"It's the mind that suffers." Chen Danzhu interrupted him, "It's not about the food. Besides, you are now a royal temple, and His Majesty will come to worship the Buddha. When the time comes, you can let His Majesty eat this."
She pointed to the food on the table.
"No, I can't let His Majesty suffer like this. Where is Master Huizhi? I'll go talk to him and ask him to hire a good cook."
After saying that, he put down his bowls and chopsticks, picked up his skirt and ran out.
The monks breathed a sigh of relief, walked out from behind the stove, looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and then looked at the girl's back. They looked a little confused. Miss Danzhu thought the rice was unpalatable, so how could it become His Majesty's suffering? Is it possible?
So you went to file a complaint against them and said they were disrespectful to His Majesty?
very scary!
No wonder Master Huizhi went to practice Zen.
Because Master Huizhi was practicing Zen, Chen Danzhu was blocked from the door. This master had hidden behind closed doors before she came.
"Master." Chen Danzhu called standing outside the door, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, it's so easy to meet again. It's great to sit down and talk. What kind of Zen do you practice."
It's better not to see each other again, Master Huizhi thought to himself in the room, he didn't dare to knock the wooden fish, he just wanted to make a sign that no one was in the room.
Chen Danzhu did not break in the door, and eating and drinking was not an important matter. He just gave the master a reminder before leaving. After leaving Master Huizhi's place, it is impossible to continue to go back to the Buddhist temple to kneel.
Half a day of reflection in front of the Buddha is enough.
Because of her arrival, Tingyun Temple closed the back hall, leaving only the front hall open to the public. Although it was banned, she could walk around in the back hall. If she had to go to the front hall, no one would dare to stop her.
If you leave Tingyun Temple, um——
Of course, Chen Danzhu was not the kind of person who made things difficult for everyone. She only walked around the back hall at will. The back hall was unusually quiet in the afternoon, as if it was a deserted place. She walked around until she reached the hawthorn tree and looked up at the scene.
A familiar hawthorn tree. The white hawthorn flowers I saw last time have turned into round hawthorn fruits. When they are not yet mature, they are half red but not decorated with red, which is also very beautiful——
Chen Danzhu stared blankly as the wind blew by, causing her skirt to flutter.
It turns out that the woman's name is Yao Fu.
She is the younger sister of the Crown Princess, not a child of the royal family. She was named the princess in that life because of her meritorious service in destroying Wu. She and Li Liang became famous by using the flesh and blood of the Chen family.
In this life, she killed Li Liang, but how to kill Yao Fu?
Prince, all this is arranged by the prince, so is the prince also her enemy?
So, the emperor who wanted to destroy Wu was also her enemy? Chen Danzhu smiled, looking at the red hawthorn fruit, tears streaming down her face.
In fact, from the eyes of the emperor, the prince, and even the iron-faced general and others, their family was the criminals who deserved to die.
Of course Chen Danzhu understands this truth, she doesn't even have any reason to take revenge.
She stood under the hawthorn tree, covered her face with her hands and cried loudly.
"You——" a voice suddenly came from behind, "do you want to eat hawthorn fruit?"
Aren't these monks afraid of her? Aren't they avoiding her? Or maybe the hawthorn fruit is extremely important to them, and in order to protect the hawthorn fruit, they are not afraid of her as a villain.
Chen Danzhu remained motionless, only cried and said fiercely: "Yes!"
The voice smiled softly: "There's no need to cry, I'll pick it for you."
Such a kind-hearted monk? Chen Danzhu cried and turned his head and saw a young man standing under the eaves of the Buddhist temple.
He had a slender figure, with straight shoulders and back, and was wearing a plain white gold-plated dark coat. He had his hands clasped in front of him, and when he saw her looking over, he smiled brightly.
