Ancient, decayed, dark, and filled with moisture.

On the top of the mountain where clouds and mist have been lingering for many years, once you enter the temple, you can think of all the words you can think of.

The low voice whimpered in the wind, without any excitement.

The worn prayer flags sway in the wind, and the most faded ones are bright yellow and dark red.

This kind of scenery is actually a Buddhist sect in the southwest.

Only when you can barely see the smoke from cooking cooking farther away, it is probably the rare fireworks in it.

I didn’t expect that the mountain was clearly a town in the north, but the mountain felt like it was the south again.

Moli rubbed his shoulders and felt that they seemed to be wearing less clothes. He had to adjust his breathing again.

Walking further, it is more and more depicting what a temple that is unwornized.

On the front of the hall is a dead tree.

Have you been dead again this season? Mo Li scratched his head.

In the cracks climbing in the wall, dark red plants and secluded moss tangled together, sometimes forming a piece.

The towering octagonal tower looks a bit like a fairyland.

Tongling, which falls on eight sides of the tower, can only be heard when it is windy and strong.

But the sound of the bell hitting is heard.

There are about six or seven mountain gates in the temple, most of which are double to three-story buildings. The mountains are uneven, so you have to climb up hills in the temple.

Fortunately, there was a large stone that the monk himself had to cushion, so he would not be covered with mud when walking.

Not only that, even the temples are not very common Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats.

According to the introduction of the little monk Huiyun, although Chengxin Zen is slightly different from Middle-earth Buddhism and worships different Bodhisattvas, isn’t that a manifestation?

After saying that, Huiyun asked the old abbot for a compliment. Sure enough, the old abbot touched his head with a doting heart.

"A sincere heart will make you feel..."

Yiru mutters to himself often.

Unfortunately, most people in the world forget their hearts.

"Sir, what did you say?" Mo Li put his ear on, but only got Yi Ruchang's head.

Yi Ruchang once again disliked entering this temple. After all, the houses were leaking after passing by several places, and the listless monk was yawning and paste. The paste was at least bricks.

Looking at the table, the tribute was two corn flour buns and two persimmons. What, what was the Buddha's fixed food?

It can be seen how poor they eat. Yi Ruchang was very disappointed: "Just eat this."

"The food is better than ours." Sure enough, Huifan whispered.

"For some reason, I always feel sad. I wonder if it will be impolite to cry now." Mo Li sighed. Although he wanted to laugh at first, the more he thought about it, the more he felt sad, what's going on?

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"Cry, cry for me too. I really regret living here." Yi Ruchang complained without any estimates.

"Sir, don't..." Mo Li was anxious and glanced at the three monks next to him. It was okay to say bad things in front of others.

At this time, Ning Ning, who had been holding Huifan, raised her eyelids and curled her lips.

She opened her mouth and said, "It's so broken."

"I said it." Mo Li turned his head secretly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What can't be said about this? This broken temple is much more broken than ours, and it is also more broken than the temple I have lived along the way." She was still restless when she was held, and Ningning could still struggle and complain.

Thinking of Ning Ning coming from Vietnam, she was relatively more polite to Buddha, so naturally. I don’t think she had such experiences along the way at such a young age. Mo Li sympathized with her.

However, when she thought that she might have bullied many monks with food and food, Mo Li immediately felt serious and took back her sympathy worth 20 cents and stopped business.

Yi Ruchang turned his head, haha, if this guy didn't speak, he wouldn't notice why she was still lying down.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it." Yi Ruchang walked up and rolled up his sleeves and slapped her back.

Ningning immediately spit out half a mouthful of sweet potatoes and rolled down into the grass.

"My! roasted sweet potatoes." After spitting out, people immediately became energetic. Ningning stood up and went to chase the roasted sweet potatoes that fell into the grass.

"Let the mouse eat a few bites, you Zhou Baoshai! But there are probably not even rats in this temple..."

Yi Ruchang was very upset and asked the old abbot, "You look like Hinayana. You are very down and out."

"Yes, Chengxin Zen is indeed slightly different from the righteous school in the Middle Earth, but the situation is also different. Everyone is slowly declining. Who is not going to be in a dilemma?

Go here and be careful.”

After saying a few words that might be in-depth, the old abbot immediately changed the topic.

Maybe, I don’t want to say it. Yi Ruchang nodded.

Looking at the roasted sweet potatoes nostalgic, Ningning waved her white scarf to say goodbye.

"Let's go, Ning." Mo Li called her with a wry smile.

Walking further inside, passing by the bamboo forest, you can see that the corridor was covered with moss. Because the temple was big and there were few people, there was no time to clean it. It was slippery everywhere. If you accidentally fell and squatted.

Facing towards them, a young monk cleaning put down the basket of moss and folded his hands at them.

"You are growing grass on it." Yi Ruchang pointed to the ground.

"The kind-hearted people are joking. What we cannot do the most is to grow grass." The old abbot pointed at his head.

The sun that had not yet set flashed past his naked head, almost blinding Yi Ruyuan's eyes.

Yi Ruchang quickly caught the eye, it was so dangerous, almost here

He was blind, and it was so embarrassing to say it out. He patted his chest.

Mo Li smiled and asked casually: "May I ask, I've always been like this here."

After waiting for a while, before the old abbot's answer, his brother Huifan volunteered to explain: "It's not always.

Actually, it was not the case in the past few years. It was just like this in recent years. Especially the year before, the moss was flying everywhere, and it grew immediately without repairing it for two days. Right, Xiaoyun."

As he said that, he asked his younger brother for confirmation.

"That's right." Huiyun agreed.

He didn't say it, and he always felt like he hadn't taken care of it for more than ten years. After receiving a positive answer, he sucked in a cold air: "No!" Mo Li looked around in surprise.

The old abbot stroked his beard while stroking his beard, smiled, and didn't say anything.

Since becoming a monk, Yi Ruchang has not had much contact with Buddhist people. When he was a child, he felt that various temples were very lively. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, he would occasionally follow his parents to have a vegetarian meal, which made him feel comfortable.

Maybe it's because of the fact that the oil in the dish is too much.

It's easy to touch your stomach as often as possible.

I didn't have the chance to go to the temple when I grew up, and I don't know what the situation is now.

I once heard that Buddhism has been recuperating well and keeping up with the times. In the news of the past few years, weren’t there many people who snatched the first incense? I guess they have made a lot of money, but they don’t expect there are such a down-and-out temple.

Even Yi Ruchang blurted out.

Upon hearing this, the old abbot looked at the high tower and laughed at himself: "That is a famous temple talent."

The temple is so small, and it is on this high mountain. No one burns incense and worships the Buddha when entering the door. Of course, we have only a variety of farming fields, with the ancient Buddha in the green lamp as our company."

The tone is full of self-deprecating.

Even Mo Li felt a little sour, but suddenly he heard Yiruo always.

“Isn’t it good?”

The owner of the shop squinted his eyes and asked the old monk.

Perhaps the old abbot didn't expect that he would ask himself suddenly, so he was stunned for a second or two.

Fortunately, he quickly came back to his senses and said with a smile.

"Okay. Of course it's good! This is what the Buddha means, and it's also fate, and it's something we must experience.

But I feel sorry for my children. They are still so weak and ignorant. There is no abbot in the temple that can support them. If I am a monk, I will go..."

Speaking of this, perhaps it was because of the sadness that came from it. The abbot, who had always been happy, finally looked a little sad.

I could hear the old abbot's voice so far away, as if it was from the tall tower, and the loneliness and smoke wrapped around everyone at the same time.

For a moment, nothing happened.
Chapter completed!