"Grandma Fifth, do you go out so early?" Ergou held a grass root in his hand and pulled the shrimp net that was falling into the ditch last evening. In the early morning, the mountains were covered with a faint white fog. There were not many people in the small village, and more than ten bamboo buildings were hidden. Ergou muttered to himself, "Grandma Fifth is so early today, you must know that Ergou got up early. No one in the village has got up yet."

"Who?" The old lady hunched back and ears raised her head. She looked at her eyes when she was old. She was so foggy that she could only feel a figure shaking.

"Grandma Wu, Ergouzi, where are you always going? Don't see Shuanzi accompany you?" Ergouzi pulled the shrimp net. Now it's hard to catch shrimp in the mountains. Alas, the grain output cannot be increased, and the fish and shrimp are getting fewer every year. It seems that this year, I will go to the deep mountains to hunt winter again. Otherwise, the food will not be enough in March and April next year.

"Oh, this is not a birthday, I want to go and see it. Maybe I can't go if I don't go." The hunched body stood up hard, and the old man's wrinkled cheeks were a little grateful, a little faith, and a sigh.

"Fifth Grandma, Buddha's birthday is not over, why are you?" Ergouzi looked puzzled. At this time, a person walked out of the thick fog. Ergou saw that this was not his grandfather? "Big Brother, you are here too." The old woman had a trace of her eyes. A person's belief is not so easy to change, and a kindness is not so easy to forget.

"Here, if we don't go and see it, we will never have a chance in the future. After so many kindnesses, we can't tell the Buddha and remember it for the rest of our lives." Grandpa Ergouzi was not very good. After walking a few steps, he was a little breathing. Ergouzi quickly stepped forward and helped his grandpa.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Ergouzi looked embarrassed. He didn't know which Buddha the two old men were talking about, so he might as well kill him by hitting him.

But Xiao Leiyin Temple delivers food and seeds every year, so that they can know that this is a big deal. "Grandpa, fifth grandma, now that Heifeng Zen Temple has been defeated, what can you do if you go?"

"Get out of the way, you little beasts, without the sacrifice of the monks in Heifeng Zen Temple, there are no ones who are ungrateful or ungrateful." The old man couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and Ergouzi quickly stroked his grandfather's chest.

"Old brother, you're right. Without the sacrifice of the masters, we were killed by the Japanese. Now we see that it's not possible, so we finally went to take a look and fulfilled our wish." Two other old men helped us come over.

Ergouzi sighed when he saw this, and said, "Grandpa, wait, I'll get in touch with the ox cart. It's not easy to walk on the mountain road, so it's easier to ride the ox cart."

Two ox carts in the village carried six old people. Along the way, we met several old people in the neighboring village who were still there. Everyone came to Heifeng Zen Temple together. At this time, Yu Liang was learning martial arts with Xiaohuamei. The two female fairies heard that Xiaohuamei actually knew martial arts skills yesterday, so they had been pestering Xiaohuamei for half a night. Xiaohuamei was weak and nodded in agreement.

"Senior brother, Shi Wushi's master is very skilled in martial arts and is a famous monk. Why doesn't the senior brother learn from his master? The junior sister is just a little bit of fur?" The little flower girl corrected Yu Liang's mistake. After all, Yu Liang had never learned martial arts, and some postures changed a little.

"My master is very good at kung fu. My senior brother has always wanted to learn, but his health has been bad. Now he is getting better, but his master has delayed his practice in the mountains. Alas." Yu Liang made up the reason casually, and there were many flaws, but the little flower girl actually nodded and agreed with it. The two little demons stared at the boss. This little nun would not be fascinated by the monk Datouhua. I believe it.

"Senior brother, Kongyuan and Kongli went back in a hurry yesterday. They should have waited for the Buddha's birthday today before going back. The two senior brothers asked Poon Ni to apologize to the senior brother, but they were anxious. Brother, don't blame him." Yu Liang waved his hand and didn't care too much. The two were anxious. The seeds of experiment were really as Yu Liang said. This was the last straw to save his life. Yu Liang understood that it was just what Buddha's birthday was. Yu Liang muttered in his heart, and later he called Xiao Wuse to ask, these three little bald men had a long morning class today.

After learning a set of boxing, Yu Liang was sweating heavily. He wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and glanced at Xiao Hua Mei a little enviously. The set of boxing hits the small sweat beads on the tip of his nose. When did he have such a body? Yu Liang was in poor health. Although he exercised frequently these days, he compared the little flower girl to practice like this.

"Master, Master." Yu Liang was about to fetch water and wash his face when three little bald men ran over. "Slow down, what's wrong?"

"Master, there are many people coming outside." Yu Liang was happy. Could it be that someone could hear the wind so quickly? He just discussed the seed matter with Kongyuan and Kongli yesterday. Now a village came to the door. Yu Liang was not happy, so he quickly sorted out the monk's robe and hurriedly greeted him, but when he saw the person, Yu Liang was stunned.

Twenty or thirty people, one by one with white hair and hunched body, Yu Liang was a little stunned. What are these people doing? Come and ask for seeds. Yu Liang scratched his bald head and used to greet him. "Amitabha, donors, donors, donors, donors."

"Today's Buddha's birthday, senior brother, these people are here to burn incense. Old man, please invite me." Fortunately, there are little flower girls to take care of them, and Yu Liang really doesn't know that there are pilgrims in Heifeng Zen Temple. Although he is older, Yu Liang doesn't know much about the procedure for guiding the incense. Fortunately, there is little flower girls here.

After a set of procedures, Yu Liang invited the old man to rest and have tea in the pilgrim reception courtyard. He had to eat vegetarian food. There were not many vegetables in the temple. Yu Liang originally planned to make some noodles today. My mother's hand-rolled noodles were the most vigorous. Yu Liang learned a little, but the old man couldn't eat it. Yu Liang made some porridge soup, one big bowl for each person.

The temple is hard, but as long as there are pilgrims, Yu Liang believes that the incense will become prosperous. The old men talked about the story of the thirty monks in Heifeng Temple fighting against the Japanese in the end, but lamented that no monks survived. The slowly declining of Heifeng Temple is now so sad. Yu Liang did not expect that Heifeng Temple has this history. Yu Liang admired the heroes who fought with Japanese in the heart.

"There is no abbot, the money and food are collected by us old men. Not much, you can take it. Oh, we are not a few years old, so don't blame the children. There is no way, life in the village is too hard." Grandpa Ergouzi took out a flower bag from his arms and opened it layer by layer.

"There are 350 yuan in total. I am ashamed. We don't say anything about the life that the masters exchanged for their lives." Yu Liang saw the inside one by one, 50 cents in small bills, his eyes were astringent, and the women's baskets were more or less food, vegetables, and mountain goods. Although they were not valuable, they were not considered precious things. However, this kind of friendship may be more grateful than faith.

"Dear donors, Master Master must have entered the Buddha's kingdom now. I must be very pleased to think about it. Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master Master "I have received this money and food. You can come in without any color. Yu Liang didn't have much stuff to give it away, only some soup dumplings and some seeds.

Standing at the mountain gate and looking at the old people walking away, Yu Liang remained silent for a long time. At this time, Yu Liang did not even check the incense added by the Buddha statue. After all, the little flower girl beside Yu Liang was still a girl with tears in her eyes, three little bald heads and red eyes, and even two little fairies didn't say anything at this time.
Chapter completed!