"Little monk, who are you looking for?" Zhao Qi stood up in surprise.

"Amitabha, is it Zhao Dalang?" The little monk clasped his hands together and bowed.

"If you want to find a fool from the past, it's me!" Zhao Qi nodded with confusion.

"Amitabha, the donor has wisdom. It seems that the little monk has not found the wrong person." The little monk showed a happy smile on his face.

"What are you asking for me?" Zhao Qi became even more confused. He used to be a fool. It was only two days since he woke up. Mao would have a little monk to come to find him. Is he interested in the fact that he ran naked in the town?

"The little monk was originally a monk from Jinshan Temple in Hangzhou. He was ordered by the presidency to go to Guanyin Temple in Putuo Mountain to send a letter. When he passed by, he heard the villagers discussing it. He said that Dalang was killed by the statue of the mountain temple a few days ago, but he was resurrected and his intelligence was very enlightened. The little monk was curious and wanted to come and visit him. Please forgive me for the abruptness!"

The little monk explained his purpose after giving a few words, and Zhao Qi was so amused and crying.

"I wonder if the donor can take the little monk to the mountain temple to see it?" The little monk clasped his hands together and bowed.

"You little monk, you are offering sacrifices to Bodhisattvas and respecting Buddhas. This mountain god is not the same as your Buddhists. What's the best thing to look at?" Zhao Qi curled his lips.

"The donor was joking. There are gods in heaven and earth. Although the mountain god is not a Buddhist god, it also spreads kindness to protect the people. It is also etiquette to pass by and visit!" The little monk said righteously with his hands clasped.

"Forget it, the mountain god doesn't bless me, and he almost smashed me to death. The poor man in the humble house, if the little master is fine, please leave quickly!"

Zhao Qi has never had a good impression of the monk.

Since Buddhism was introduced to China, it has suppressed local Taoism everywhere. Although most monks are not bad at thinking, Zhao Qi, who likes Taoist culture, is not catching a cold. If you remember it well, about two or three years later, Kublai Khan ascended the throne and became the Mongolian Khan. He once organized a grand Buddhist and Taoist debate in most of the people. Taoism lost a lot in this debate, which also allowed Kublai Khan to establish Buddhism as the national religion, and many monks became national teachers. He also arranged a large number of monks to participate in the suppression of the Song Dynasty forces. Even the body of Song Lizong Zhao Yun was dug out of the tomb by Tibetan lamas, hung it on the tree for three days and three nights, and even cut off his head and made a wine vessel with a skull to show off.

This is what Zhao Qi cannot bear most when Buddhist disciples do such a vicious thing.

Buddhism was prevalent during the Tang and Song dynasties, and countless temples were built across the country.

The Song Dynasty also built a large number of luxury temples in Hangzhou, allocating a large number of mountain and forest grain fields as temple products, offering a large number of monks who do not work in farming, and also used the sacrificial certificate as a means of making money. The sacrificial certificate has also become a popular item among the people, comparable to gold and gems, and can be circulated as money.

In fact, many monks in the Song Dynasty were not real monks. They just got the certificate and became rich through the status of monks. Especially in Guangxi, many women were proud of marrying monks because they would eat and drink and enjoy the happiness after marrying monks.

Zhao Qi pushed and shoved the little monk to the road.

"Son, don't be rude to the little monk!" The old woman heard the movement and saw a Zhao Qi chasing a little monk from the cave. She quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Grandma, the little monk just heard about me and came to watch the fun!" Zhao Qi said with a smile and cry.

"Amitabha, how can the donor betray the little monk like this? I just want to see the donor and recite a scripture for the donor to do a ritual, and thank you for the kindness of the mountain god!" The little monk said blushingly.

"Let the little master come in and recite. The old woman used to be a worshiper of Buddha. Now her grandson is cured of illness. The old woman is also looking forward to the clouds and sunrise. Maybe it is really a blessing from God. This ritual should be done. I will get some merit money for the little master!" The old woman turned into the cave with a crutch tremblingly.

"Amitabha, the old woman is kind and kind, and she will definitely be rewarded!"

The little monk glanced at Zhao Qi and then walked into the broken kiln again. After seeing the situation inside, he stayed for a while, then sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the wooden fish from his pocket, and then closed his eyes and knocked the wooden fish and began to chant the scriptures.

While the little monk was chanting, the old woman also searched out from the small room and then came out, and actually put a yellow thing in front of the little monk.

Damn, gold!

Zhao Qi almost thought he had misread it, so he rubbed his eyes hard and squatted down to look carefully. It turned out to be a lump of gold. Although it was only the size of a thumb, it was yellow and bright. Through the sunlight shining down from the panoramic skylight, the gold shaking brightened people's eyes.

Xiaozhu said that the family didn't have a penny, and the old lady never said anything, but no one expected that the old lady would secretly hide such a valuable thing. If she used it as a product, it would probably cost more than ten taels of silver.

Although gold and silver are not legal currency of the court, as hard currency, you can buy things at any time and be easy to use anywhere.

Moreover, the old woman was so poor that she lived in a cave and wore a torn clothes and had no meals. She could only cook some wild vegetables and paste soup with the help of the villagers, but she was so generous to treat a young monk.

After reading the scriptures, the little monk opened his eyes and saw a lump of gold in Huang Chengcheng. His face was happy. He was about to reach out to get it, but when he saw Zhao Qi squatting beside him, he couldn't help but tremble and withdrew his hands slightly. He closed his hands and said solemnly: "Amitabha, the old woman sincerely worships the Buddha. It's good to have the heart. The little monk is not here for money!"

It seems that the little monk is quite cognitive.

Zhao Qi stood up with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Thank you, my master. Since you have finished reciting the scriptures, please!"

Zhao Qi made a gesture of invitation, and the little monk had to stand up reluctantly, put away the wooden fish and walked back to the entrance of the mountain temple with his hands folded together and said to Zhao Qi: "The heaven has the virtue of being a virtuous person. The gift of the main person is to worship Buddha. What's more, the donor is resurrected when he dies. It must be a blessing from the gods. How can he not be grateful? The little monk has something to do, and he will disturb him again in the future!"

"Well, go, go, look, our family doesn't have any poor houses. Next time I bring some money to help me, so that I can feel the kindness of the Buddha. I will definitely worship Buddha sincerely in the future!" Zhao Qi waved his hand like a mosquito.

"Amitabha, the donor is attached to appearances. The world's poverty, suffering, wealth, longevity and longevity are all destined to cause and effect in the previous life. How can we force the Buddha to give alms!" The young monk criticized Zhao Qi with a serious face.

"You little monk talks nonsense. There is no love for no reason or hatred for no reason in the world. If you want to be respected, you must have some sincerity. Go quickly and leave quickly. Otherwise, you will run to my house to recite scriptures and smash the ground. If the mountain god finds out, you will not be able to take it and go away!" Zhao Qi climbed the little monk's shoulder and walked outside the door.

"The donor has only talked nonsense... Amitabha, sins, the little monk said swearing..."

"What are you afraid of when you say swear words? Buddha will not blame you. By the way, what is your name? Don't come empty-handed next time!"

"Amitabha, the monk is happy..."

"Glad you uncle!" Zhao Qi raised his fists with a dark face.

"Hey, don't be excited, the little monk just leave!" The little monk seemed to have never seen a shameless person like Zhao Qi. It seemed that he might get beaten when he continued to stay and fight, so he turned around and ran away, and disappeared into the path in an instant.

"What a kind little wizard. He didn't accept gifts when he was doing rituals!" The old woman stood tremblingly at the door of the mountain temple and rubbed her eyes.

Zhao Qi:...

"Don't blame the old woman for being stingy. In order to cure your illness, all valuables were sold. The old woman's dowry was sold out, but the only one left is this golden croaker. I'm still going to keep it for the future to be a burial!" Old Mrs. Su couldn't help but sigh and explain.

"Grandma, I didn't blame you, but it would be too unworthy to give it to this little monk!" Zhao Qi said with a smile.

"How can you say this? The monks are kind-hearted and kind. They eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name and pray to the Bodhisattva Buddha to bless us. It seems that not only the mountain gods appear, but the Bodhisattvas also appear. The old woman also recites the Diamond Sutra a few times, Namo Amitabha..."

The old woman sat down on a broken chair at the door, closed her eyes and began to chant scriptures. Her pious look made Zhao Qi laugh and cry.
Chapter completed!