This is the second nunnery that Yang Qiuchi came to. He was a little surprised. Why do these nuns like to run to the top of the mountain to practice? It will take at least two or three hours to climb from the foot of the mountain to the top of the Yinling Mountain.

However, the top of Yinling Mountain is filled with clouds and mist, like a fairyland, with bamboo seas continuous and mountain wind blowing and making noises. It is indeed a good place to practice. However, this mountain is too high, and it is inconvenient to go up and down, and it is even more difficult for pilgrims to come to the mountain.

Those who can practice on this mountain that is far away from the hustle and bustle are probably the real practitioners. Yang Qiuchi couldn't help but feel admiration, and he respected Mr. Wukong too much.

The Guanyin Temple in Yinling Mountain is not large in size, only slightly larger than the Yizhi Temple. However, the Bodhisattva statue sculpture inside is very majestic, looks relatively new, and is well maintained, which is much tidy than the dilapidated and tidy appearance of the Yizhi Temple.

The abbot, Master Wukong, took Yang Qiuchi to turn the Guanyin Temple all over, and then went to the backyard to serve tea.

This backyard is equipped with a pergola. On this top, looking far away at the scenery of the sea of ​​clouds at the foot of the mountain, it is very comfortable.

Master Wukong presented the best fragrant tea. Yang Qiuchi sipped it, closed his eyes and shook his head for a long time, but he didn't taste it. He had no hobby for drinking tea. No matter what good tea, it would be bitter when he drank it.

Both Song Qing and Song Yuner are from officials and have a lot of research on tea ceremony. They even praised the fruit as good tea. They received praise from the Earl's Young Grandmas, and Master Wukong was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth.

At this moment, a little nun came into the front hall and reported to Master Wukong Taiheshi: "Shopkeeper Long from the Shanxia sent a friend to ask if the bamboo utensils he ordered last time were ready, and they had sold out the goods."

Master Wukong said happily: "It's done, go and tell him that there are distinguished guests in the temple now, and let them come to pick them up later."

The little nun agreed and turned around and left.

Yang Qiuchi said: "Bambooware? Can the teachers in the temple still make bambooware?"

"Yes," said Master Wukong with a smile, "Our Guanyin Temple is located at the top of Yinling Mountain. There are few pilgrims, and there is no way to cultivate the top of the mountain. It takes about a day to go up and down the mountain. Fortunately, the bamboo sea is everywhere on the top of the mountain, and it is boundless. In order to maintain the normal living expenses in the temple, in our spare time, we use these bamboos to make mats, bamboo chairs and other bamboo utensils to sell them to vendors at the foot of the mountain to make a living."

Yang Qiuchi praised: "Yes, you practice in this mountain forest, how to survive is the first thing you have to face. You can adapt to local conditions and devote yourself to practicing and do some side jobs to make a living, which is a last resort, but it is really difficult for you."

Master Wukong smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Thank you for your understanding. These vendors at the foot of the mountain are also very reasonable and the price they give is fair. I heard that they were woven by the masters of Guanyin Temple on Yinling Mountain, so everyone did not dislike the poor skills, and they accumulated good intentions and rushed to buy them. The sales route was not bad."

Song Qing laughed and said, "Then you made a lot of money, right?"

Master Wukong quickly replied, "Grandma's words are too heavy. Originally, we monks, money is something outside of our body. We only eat grains and grains. Just relying on the mountain to beg for alms, the Yinling Mountain is dangerous to raise the platform. It is not easy to go up and down, so we came up with this method in desperation. After we sold bamboo tools, we dare not spend it randomly. In addition to spending our lives, we have used it for the maintenance of the temple."

Song Qing smiled and said, "Look, you're so anxious. The statues of Bodhisattvas in this temple have been renovated. Just relying on you to go down the mountain to beg for alms, when can you get the silver for renovation? You can earn some money by relying on your own skills and maintaining temples. We are also a person who eats vegetarian food and recites the Buddha's name. We can donate some incense money before we go down the mountain tomorrow."

"Thank you! Thank you grandma for your praise, thank you for your donation." Master Wukong quickly stood up to thank you, and smiled even more happily.

Yang Qiuchi smiled and looked at Song Qing, thinking: You praised me so much that I was simply out of my mind. When did I eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name? Without meat, I can't even eat a single piece of rice. This donation is worthy of, and it is difficult for them to practice in this steep mountainous country.

I remembered that the nun made bamboo utensils, and I had never seen them before, so I said, "Master, where are the bamboo utensils you made? Can I let the official take a look?"

"Okay!" Master Wukong stood up with a smile, "Please come with the Lord, grandma and the Pontin."

Master Wukong brought Yang Qiuchi and others to a large house in the temple. The house was covered with bright windows and the room was bright. Five or six nuns were sitting on small stools to make bamboo utensils. Some were slashing bamboo with bamboo knives in their hands, and some were busy weaving mats. It was hot now, and the mats were very easy to sell.

When several nuns saw the master coming in to inspect, they hurriedly put down their work and stood up to salute.

Yang Qiuchi nodded, walked to a little nun, and asked kindly, "What bamboo utensil are you making?"

"Report to the master, I'm making a bamboo basket."

"Bamboo basket? Haha, don't you know that the bamboo basket is empty? You have worked so hard that you can only end up being ten loess one piece of earth. Why are you working hard for?"

The little nun was only fifteen or sixteen years old and had become a monk since she was a child. There were few pilgrims in this temple. She rarely talked a day on weekdays, not to mention that she was a master of super-quality Count. She suddenly turned red and didn't know what to do. She glanced at Master Wukong and didn't dare to answer.

Yang Qiuchi smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I just open my ears and open my mouth. Like you, there is nothing special. What's scary? I can answer whatever I think."

"Yes," the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. When the little nun heard Yang Qiuchi say this, blushed and smiled, He Shi bowed and replied, "What the donor said is the most. The Buddha said: Color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color. It is precisely because all colors in the mortal world are empty and the world is impermanent. Everything we hold today is like a bamboo basket to fetch water, and it is still empty. Therefore, we must become monks and practice. Only by practicing hard and realizing the right path can we escape the suffering of reincarnation."

"Okay! Very good!" Yang Qiuchi couldn't help but exclaim, and turned to Master Wukong and said, "I was a little worried that you would make bamboo tools to sell them. Although I had no choice but to do so, I was afraid of committing the word "greed". The three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance are taboos for monks. Unexpectedly, Master Wukong has not delayed this duty yet. OK, very good."

Yang Qiuchi turned to Song Qing and said, "Wait a moment, you donate a sum of incense money to the temple, donate more, so that the masters can do nothing to worry about, devote themselves to the Buddha, and achieve the right result as soon as possible." Song Qing agreed repeatedly.

With Yang Qiuchi's current financial resources, there is no problem for more than a dozen nuns in this small Guanyin Temple to eat and drink for hundreds of years.

Yang Qiuchi said to Master Wukong: "If there is any difficult thing in the temple in the future, even if you come to the yamen to find my official, you will definitely solve it first."

Master Wukong and the nuns were overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to express their gratitude.

Yang Qiuchi sat down, picked up an exquisite small bamboo basket, looked around, and said, "This hand is so clever, you must embroider the dowry... cough cough... You also need such clever hand to burn incense and worship Buddha."

Yang Qiuchi's head was short-circuited and almost said it wrong. Where did the monks get the dowry embroidery? He quickly covered up a short bamboo on the ground, looked at it, and asked, "Is this bamboo weaving tool quite troublesome?"

"It's not troublesome, it's almost time to be proficient." The little nun replied.

Yang Qiuchi stood up, waved the bamboo pole, and said, "Okay, don't worry about me, and continue knitting."

The nuns looked at Master Wukong and nodded with a smile. Then they agreed, sat down and continued to weave.

Yang Qiuchi smiled and watched them work. He saw a nun responsible for trimming long bamboos and chopping them to the required length with a knife. The other nuns used knives to cut bamboos from inside and made them into bamboo strips. The other nuns each weave their own bamboo tools, divide the work and cooperate very skillfully.

Suddenly, Yang Qiuchi exclaimed, stared at the knife in the nun who was trimming the bamboo, walked over and said, "Wait, show me your knife."

The nun quickly stood up, turned the knife in her hand over, stepped forward, and bowed and handed it to Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi took it and looked carefully. The bamboo craftsman's bamboo knife looks like a kitchen knife, but the width of the knife body is narrower than that of the kitchen knife, and the front and back are iron, which is integrated. Since the handle of the knife is also iron and the back of the knife is thicker, it is much heavier than the kitchen knife, and it is heavy in your hand.

Yang Qiuchi's eyes shone, threw down the bamboo in his left hand, and picked a bamboo strip as thick as a chopstick from the ground. He walked to the door with a bamboo knife, placed the bamboo strip in his left hand flat on the grass outside, raised the bamboo knife and cut it down with force, and the bamboo strip broke into two pieces.

Since the handle of the bamboo knife is in the middle and upper part of the knife body, the blade is the same as a kitchen knife, and it will not hurt your hands when cut flat.

Song Yuner immediately understood Yang Qiuchi’s intention and said to Yang Qiuchi in surprise: “The knife that cuts off the iron chain is not an axe, but a bamboo knife?”

"It's very likely!" Yang Qiuchi said, "Do you remember? There is a sea of ​​bamboo around Liuli Village, and there must be bamboo craftsmen making bamboo utensils. At that time, we only thought of kitchen knives, axes and hatchets, common knives in life, but we forgot that there are bamboo craftsmen's bamboo utensils!"

Song Yuner said, "What should I do? Let's go down the mountain immediately and put all the bamboo craftsmen's knives on it to check?"

"Yes, we must be in a hurry. Maybe our previous search might have alarmed the bamboo craftsman, and maybe he has already escaped."

Song Yuner said anxiously: "Then let's go quickly."

Song Qing hurriedly held Yang Qiuchi's hand: "Master, it's almost evening now, and it will be dark less than half a day. The mountain is so steep, what if it falls?"
Chapter completed!