Chapter 60 Year-off

The weather is getting colder and colder. There has been no sun for several days, and the whole sky is gloomy and a little empty.

Xin Zixuan took the tonic until she got angry. Suddenly, she was caught in the wind in the middle of the night, alternating heat and cold, and fell ill. Li Sijin couldn't stand it. He was not allowed to cook some messy traditional Chinese medicine for his wife in the kitchen. He also told Liu that Xin Zixuan dragged her body down because she suffered and had a miscarrifically in Liang Ping. He didn't want to let his wife suffer when she returned home.

Li Sijin's words made Xin Zixuan feel very moved. Even several unmarried girls in the second room envied them one after another, sighing that if their future husband was so considerate.

Half a month later, Ling finally received a letter from Li Xunzhuo about how beautiful Liangcheng was and how enthusiastic the people were. Generally speaking, Liangcheng is a place that can be developed. Although the transportation is inconvenient, it has great potential. It was the first time that he had been away from home for such a long time. He couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic, so he told some daily details, which made Ling's family cry with excitement.

Looking at Ling's family's book to take out to review, sometimes excited, sometimes sweet, sometimes tears, so that the two girls can't help whispering.

"What do you think grandma looks like?"

"A woman who finally met a lover for many years but was disliked by his family and had no choice but to go out to get the first bucket of gold to tell the woman who was about to come back to marry."

"Hahahaha! How does your brain turn? How can you get around with such a long word?

Wan Hua smiled and leaned forward and backward, removing the tears from the corners of his eyes while looking back at Ling. It's really similar to what Shaohua said! Since she went to have a long talk with Mother Rong, she began to become a little silent, but tried to learn how to understand what others didn't say.

Looking at Ling's proud face, she said that it's better for Ling's happy and angry face. At a glance, she knew what she was thinking.

Suddenly, I saw someone talking to Lianxiang in the yard, which happened to meet Shaohua's eyes. Shaohua immediately jumped up excitedly and interrupted Ling's self-entertainment. "Mother, I accompanied my sister-in-law to the temple to smell incense. I told you yesterday." Ling came to his senses, looked at Hongling waiting at the door, and nodded. Does the third sister want to go together?

Wanhua shook her head decisively. Even if she was not hostile to Xin Zixuan, she could not have much affection because of Liu's relationship. She couldn't help but be a little intimate with her.

After resigning from his mother and sister, Shaohua suddenly returned to his usual liveliness and followed Xin Zixuan to sit in the car and chatter all the way.

"I heard that you have learned to be good recently. Why didn't I see it?" Xin Zixuan looked at the crooked girl beside her with a smile mixed with a trace of loss.

"That's at home. My sister-in-law doesn't know. I haven't been out for a long time. In the past, when I was in Pu'an, I often went out to play. Shaohua held Xin Zixuan's arm and acted coquettishly. Thinking of his previous freedom, Shaohua felt that he was going to be dull.

"Naturally, the capital can't be compared with the countryside. When I was a wife, I often went out with my sister." When it came to Xin Zimo, Xin Zixuan's smile completely froze. Shaohua sighed. She didn't know how to explain it. Every time she heard others sigh about her fragile and short life in front of her, she had the impulse to cry without tears.

"Sell pancakes!" A shout interrupted the silence in the carriage.

"Wait a minute!" Shaohua anxiously shouted for the carriage to stop and said to Hongling, "Hurry up! Go and buy a pancake."

Xin Zixuan looked at her curiously and asked, "Are you hungry so soon?" Can't you buy it later?"

Shaohua shook his fingers solemnly, "It's different. It's cold when you buy it home, and you have to eat pancakes while it's hot. Anyway, we hide in the carriage and no one sees it." Shaohua's cunning smiling face almost made Xin Zixuan hesitate for a long time until Hongling came back.

The carriage went straight into the backyard of Jingyin Temple and got off the carriage. Shami came to introduce it. Although the signature of Guoan Temple is spiritual, but after all, it is too far away. Ordinary ladies like to come to Jingyin Temple. One is that the distance is close, and the other is that the Guanyin here is very smart. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there are no fewer incense visitors coming to Jingyin Temple than Guoan Temple. In other words, more people who go to Guo'an Temple are officials in Beijing, or when they encounter major events, they will go there specially, and ordinary people are willing to come to Jingyin Temple.

For this reason, the two sisters-in-law deliberately chose some inconspicuous clothes and tried not to be eye-catching.

"Sister-in-law, go and visit me. I'll go to the front hall to have a look." Before Xin Zixuan stopped, Shaohua disappeared without a trace, which scared Xin Zixuan to quickly let Hongling catch up.

In recent years, there have been more and more incense guests in various temples, looking for good weather, peace and prosperity in the coming year. Looking at the good men and women who come and go, their faces are consistent with piety. In contrast, Shaohua's curiosity and idleness seems more abrupt.

November every year is the busiest time of Jingyin Temple. It's not because there are the cheapest and most delicious kidney bean rolls in the capital, nor is it because the bean curd in Ping'an Tofu Square is soft and smooth, nor is it because there was a famous Mrs. Liyun here. Originally, it was the three births of Guanyin on February 19, June 19 and September 19, with a total of three days. Later, because the abbot felt the compassion of Guanyin, and saw that the weather was cold and the poor people were hungry and cold, the abbot increased November 19, and it was two days, a total of five days.

Unexpectedly, this good deed spread. Many people had come to pray for peace at the end of the year, and now there will be more. On the first day alone, hundreds of people gathered at the Jingyin Temple and coaxed up. The 800 steamed buns originally prepared in the kitchen were quickly looted. Some people robbed a few, but some did not have any.

There was a famine that year. Many people did not want to come to Beijing for thousands of miles. They were already hungry and cold, and they were even more crazy when they saw porridge noodles.

The abbot was shocked and hurriedly asked his disciples to buy steamed buns on the nearby Xuanhe Street, and the white porridge was also half mixed with water. This is barely enough to last the next day, but I think that there will be more and more Xiangke in the next three days. Even if everyone keeps working, they can't raise such a group of hungry wolves. The abbot urgently summoned all the monks to study countermeasures. Some said that they should persist and promote the compassion and love of Buddhism, while others thought that they could not eat enough. It was themselves who were compassionate to others. More and more people came to eat for free, but those who really needed it were still starved. In this way, it was difficult for the treasury to fill the greed of the people.

"This human heart is like a bottomless hole. How can it be filled with dissatisfaction?" An old man with a white beard was half leaning on the stone steps, dressed in shabby clothes but unexpectedly neat. If it hadn't been for the straw shoes with holes in his feet revealing three dark toes, he would have thought it was the old scholar who was studying ancient times. He sighed leisurely, picked up the big white steamed bread, opened his mouth and took a bite, narrowed his eyes contentedly, as if he were tasting the best delicacy in the world.

The old man is surrounded by four or five children, who are not more than ten years old. He is better dressed than the old man. Everyone holds a big white steamed bread in his hand and is listening to the old man's ancient story with relish. Seeing that he only cared about eating steamed buns and didn't plan to talk, the children were anxious and urged, "Later, what happened later!"

"Don't worry, I haven't finished eating yet!" The old man slowly ate a big white steamed bun and glanced at the steamed buns in the children's hands. Seeing that the children were warily hiding the steamed buns in their arms, he laughed, "I'm hungry and don't have the strength to speak. If any of you give me the steamed buns, I will go on."

Hearing what the old man said, the children hesitated. They finally queued up to get the steamed bread. There was only one person. It was rare to eat white steamed buns several times a year. If they gave them, they would not have to eat them. But the old man's story is particularly wonderful. This is just the beginning. If he gives up, he is a little reluctant to give up. Just as the children hesitated between the story and the steamed bread, they suddenly stretched out a small hand and handed a pancake.

"Here you are, finish the story." As soon as the old man's eyes saw the pancake suddenly lit up and was about to rush over, the little hand suddenly withdrew. The light and pleasant voice sounded again, "But I can only give you half, and I'll give you the other half after you finish speaking." With that, he tore the pancake in half and handed it to the old man.

The old man's eyes darkened and complained about the "stingy ghost", but when he saw that the little hand was going to be recycled again, he hurriedly grabbed the pancake, "Really, he bullied the old man at a young age, and it would be great if he grew up!" As the old man spoke, he swallowed the pancake, burped indecently, and then said with a smile, "I haven't eaten the pancake with meat for a long time."

"Story!" Shaohua complained dissatisfiedly and then shook half of the pancake in his hand. The old man curled his lips and had better continue to say: "This abbot must be said to be a compassionate monk. He took those disciples who were willing to follow him to pray in front of the Buddha statue and begged God to save these poor people."

The old man is particularly good at storytelling. When he talked about the most critical moment, he stopped and blinked at the half of the pancake.

Shaohua suddenly raised his mouth, picked up the pancake and took a bite. He turned around and was about to leave. The old man was so anxious that he quickly shouted, "Don't go. I haven't finished talking yet!" She stopped, slowly turned around and glanced at him.

The old man muttered helplessly, "What the hell, I was fooled by a little baby." Seeing Shaohua turn around, he had to continue to say, "It is said that there is a cave in the back mountain, which is dedicated to a Buddha, which has never been seen by outsiders. The Buddha's face is kind and full of holy light, just like gold. As a last resort, even the monks in the temple dare not come forward. It is said that only Taoist monks can worship in front of the Buddha. The abbot was kind in his heart, so he took his disciples to kowtow three steps and nine steps to bow. In front of the cave, he saw the boy in front of the Bodhisattva come down and say to him, "Go back, Buddha has his holy grace." The old man's vivid description attracted many passers-by to stop. He looked a little proud, and his expression was even more exaggerated.

"After the abbot woke up, he found that he had been sent back to the Zen room and told his disciples what he saw in his dream. No one believed it. Everyone thought that the abbot fainted in front of the cave because of his weakness and had hallucinations. But it will soon dawn... Guess what?" The old man's voice suddenly lowered and swept around. He found that only Shaohua's face was expressionless, and the others held their breath. He curled his lips and said boringly, "After dawn, no miracle happened. Seeing more and more people eating porridge on the mountain, the abbot was anxious, but the porridge pot had reached the bottom, and the people who didn't get it began to be restless, and it was about to make trouble. At this moment, suddenly many people came down from the mountain, and each of them carried hundreds of steamed buns and 12 people. When those people saw that there were white-faced steamed buns coming out, they all rushed up to grab them, but all the steamed buns they grabbed turned into powder. At this time, the boy he saw in his dream turned into a rich man and came out and said to everyone: Those who see it have a share, and everyone has one hand will be scattered, and the greedy will be cut off." Before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly threw half a piece of pancake in the air. He was stunned and hurriedly shouted, "I haven't finished talking yet!"

"I've finished listening." With that, the figure flashed into the crowd and lost its figure.

The old man was stunned for a moment and wondered where the strange little baby came from. Before thinking about it, he listened to the people around him keep urging, looked at the crowd, then withdrew his eyes and continued to talk.