The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 12 Ginkgo
"Master Zong, what happened at home?"

Zong Che raised his head in surprise, and asked, "Master, what did you see?"

Monk Yi Neng smiled and shook his head, "No, it's just that looking at the benefactor's chess game today, it seems that there is a little bit of forging ahead, as if he has encountered some happy event. That's why I ask this question."

Zong Che snorted, thinking he saw some kind of ghostly aura from him?It's been half a day since he arrived at Jixiang Temple, and he played chess with this old monk for more than half an hour, but he didn't see anything, it must be that his skills are not enough.

"Master, do you think there are ghosts in this world?" Zong Che asked suddenly.

Monk Yi Neng's eyelids trembled, but he said calmly: "There are six reincarnations in Buddhism, and there are naturally ghosts. Although the fragrance of Buddha is lingering here, it's better not to talk about such things lightly."

Hahahahaha!
Zong Che laughed so hard in his heart that the old monk was so taboo, maybe it was because he was afraid of ghosts.

No matter how well he manages the expression on his face, Monk Yi Neng can still see the clues from this boy's face. He receives hundreds of pilgrims a day, and he has already studied people's expressions well, so he coughed and said: "Tomorrow Zong Don't go to the back mountain, the benefactor. The family members of the new Guan County Magistrate will come to the temple to worship the Buddha. This Guan family is not a big family in our small place, but a famous surname in the capital. His family's lady is a real daughter. It's not for playing."

Zong Che waved his hand and said, "Understood, don't worry, I'm not the kind of disciple who is waiting for a disciple. Tomorrow, I will go to the scripture room to borrow two books and leave."

At this time, monasteries of a general size have a collection of books, and the environment is quiet, so they are very popular with some students from poor families. For the future, the temple has a good relationship with these scholars, such as Jixiang Temple. , will also provide free pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the library for the use of these scholars who are currently in a difficult situation.

Yi Neng said: "Take good care of your leg, and you will still be able to take the examination in the next year."

"My family is poor, and sometimes I have to do the work in the field. I don't have time to take good care of it." Zong Che said something depressing.

Ever since his leg fell for no reason, he often showed some frustration, but this kid has always been transparent about the world, maybe there is something inside the fall of his leg.

Monk Yi Neng guessed many possibilities, but the boy didn't say anything, and he didn't ask a word. He was worried that he would mention something, so he hurried back to the abbot's room with the excuse of getting up early tomorrow.

In the misty morning, Zong Che, who borrowed two books and came out from the side door of the temple, stopped for a while on the back mountain.

A large part of the back mountain belongs to Jixiang Temple. They also circled a wall, and two special monks took care of it, and planted many ginkgo trees.

In autumn, the ginkgo turns yellow and falls with the breeze, laying a layer of gold on the ground.

Zong Che squatted down and just picked up two leaves when a purple whirlwind blew in front of him. He couldn't maintain his posture and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the woman who hurried over stopped and turned to help the person who fell on the ground.

Zong Che stretched out his hand to block the woman's hand that was about to help him. The sharp pain in his calf made his face look ugly. The woman looked forward anxiously, and whispered again: "I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry."

"This is a small piece of silver, you can take it to the doctor."

After finishing this sentence in a hurry, the woman took Zong Che's hand, put the purse in his palm, and ran towards the side door like a wolf chasing after her.

Zong Che didn't have time to say a word, the woman had already run away, he squeezed the purse in his hand, looked up at the direction the woman was leaving, and smiled.

Then he stood up holding the stick, looked at the purse in his hand, took out the silver in the purse and put it in his arms, threw the taupe-colored purse directly on the ground, and walked away.

(End of this chapter)