Chapter 580 The Adventure of the Ancient Temple

Chapter 580

Xue Xiaobao was hungry, and he sneaked into the backyard kitchen. The monk's life is extremely bitter. In addition to the few rice, there is also a small jar of pickles.

Xue Xiaobao cooks with fire and rice. I haven't eaten rice for a long time. He ate happily and was full. After eating and drinking, he fell asleep against the wall.

When the old monk saw him lying in the kitchen, he didn't think so much that he even saved the question. He made a fire to cook, and when he was full, he went to the hall to meditate and recite the scriptures.

Xue Xiaobao doesn't seem to exist in his eyes. He wants to go down the mountain and doesn't know the way. No matter how Xue Xiaobao forced the old monk, the old monk just didn't say the way down the mountain. In less than a week, Xue Xiaobao wiped out all the rations in the temple. The old monk didn't have food, but he didn't go down the mountain to become a fate. Xue Xiaobao had to go hunting in the mountains and forests, but the old monk didn't eat the prey. This made Xue Xiaobao anxious.

"Old abbot, I ate all your rations. You won't be angry with me for your life. Eat some, eat some. I'm begging you..." Xue Xiaobao took a pheasant leg and put it on the old monk's mouth, and the old monk turned a blind eye and did not respond at all.

Xue Xiaobao was really anxious. He didn't want to starve an old monk to death because he ate a few mouthfuls of rice. This kind of uneasiness in his conscience will haunt him for the rest of his life.

"Nima, you can eat it even if you don't eat it." Xue Xiaobao roared, but the old monk was indifferent, "Old abbot, people are iron rice and steel. Your old man is compassionate. You can't starve to death because I ate your rations. Then I can't feel at ease all my life. The Buddha said that the wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart. Eat it. You will fall in love with this taste when you are full.

The old monk's mouth seemed to be sealed by the thread, and he did not move. No matter how Xue Xiaobao seduced him, he didn't even say a word.

Xue Xiaobao knelt in front of him and kept kowtowed, "Please, take a bite."

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Lord, the Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle. He didn't ask for anything in return. You didn't eat the ration of the poor monk. Please don't blame yourself."

"That being said, in case you have something good or bad, my conscience is not safe. Please be old, have pity on me, and eat something. Here are the wild fruits I picked from the mountain. Can you eat some?

The old monk shook his head slightly and said, "Amitabha, the heart of the benefactor Bodhisattva, and the poor monk is very moved. It's just..."

"No, it's just that if you always taste one, just eat one." Xue Xiaobao rubbed the fruit on his clothes and handed his hands to the old monk.

The old monk nodded slightly, put the fruit on his mouth, opened his mouth, and symbolically made a few bites of the food.

Xue Xiaobao fixed his eyes and found that the old monk's teeth were about to fall out, so he could only drink porridge.

"I see. You are always waiting. I'm going to boil water and melt the pulp in the water. You wait for me to come back." After saying that, Xue Xiaobao ran to the kitchen with a pile of fruit in his arms.

The old monk's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling.

Xue Xiaobao boiled the pulp in boiling water, and then smashed the pulp. Only in this way can the old monk eat it. Xue Xiaobao was really worried that the old monk would starve to death. After doing everything, he came to the old monk with a bowl of steaming and fruity porridge.

"Old abbot, take a sip. If you like it, I'll cook it for you every day." Xue Xiaobao said with a smile on his face.

The old monk was very obedient. After drinking, he said, "Donor, you asked the poor monk the way down the mountain a few days ago. The poor monk never said it, because the poor monk had forgotten the way down the mountain.

"It's okay, I won't ask. I'm worried about your old body now. I've eaten up your rations. How can I make a living in the future? Xue Xiaobao asked.

" Let nature take its course. Donor, you didn't eat the rations of the poor monks. The food was given to the Buddha by good people. Donor, please don't blame yourself." The old monk said slowly.

This is the realm. Many monks in temples think that what people give to Buddha is their own. Compared with this old monk, the monks in the temple are monks.

But Xue Xiaobao listened to this sentence awkwardly and didn't know what was wrong. Anyway, there is an indescribable feeling in my heart.

"Old abbot, are you the only one in this temple? How many apprentices do you have? Xue Xiaobao felt that the old monk was quite lonely.

"Yes, I died 20 years ago. The poor monk has not left the temple for 20 years. The old monk said, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

In Xue Xiaobao's opinion, this old monk deserves respect. His apprentice has been dead for 20 years. When it comes to his apprentice, he will also show his grief.

"I haven't left the temple for 20 years. The food in the temple is enough for you to be practical for 20 years. It seems that there is a lot of inventory." Xue Xiaobao was puzzled.

"In the early years, poor monks could also cultivate fields. In recent years, the health has gone bad, and the fields have been abandoned. Hey! The poor monk has run out of oil, but this temple also needs to follow the poor monk..." The old monk stopped talking, and his face showed sadness.

As soon as he said this, Xue Xiaobao immediately thought of the farm tools in the corner of the kitchen. It turned out that the old monk had been self-reliable for 20 years.

"The benefactor came to the temple, and the poor monk couldn't even take out a decent meal. It's really shameful."

"Oh, don't say that. You are always worried that the temple will be left unattended. Well, you've been sticking for a few days. I'll go down the mountain tonight to help you find an apprentice. What do you think? Xue Xiaobao said hurriedly.

When the old monk heard this, his eyes lit up. He reached out and grabbed Xue Xiaobao's wrist and asked, "Lord, would you like to worship the poor monk as your teacher?"

"Me? No... no. I can't be a monk. Besides, I'm a monk. How can I switch to your door? It's absolutely impossible." Xue Xiaobao hurriedly stepped back and said nervously.

He was worried that he would agree to the old monk on impulse.

The old monk didn't want to force others, and said, "Donor, go down the mountain."

Xue Xiaobao saluted, and then walked away. When he reached the door, he looked back at the old monk. Suddenly, his heart ached, so he returned and found that the old monk was dead.

"Oops. Oh, my God. Aren't you always hurting me?" Xue Xiaobao felt guilty and heartbroken. Why did this happen to him? It's so unfair that I can't sleep and eat all my life.

The old monk died. After Xue Xiaobao cremated the old monk, he found that there were hundreds of relics in his body. Xue Xiaobao hid the old monk's spiritual bones and relics in the dark compartment behind the Buddha statue.

There was no one left in this ancient temple. Xue Xiaobao stood outside the temple and looked at it quietly. The more he looked at it, the more painful his heart became. He said to himself, "All this is my sin. I won't let this temple be abandoned from now on."