Chapter 182

Song Xijiao went home this time, bought a lot of vegetables and meat, bought ten jars more, and made 20 jars of stewed vegetables. There were five altars given to Hao Lang alone. In addition, three altars were sent to Ling Ziqing, the prefectures' office and the Song family. The remaining six were given to song Yuanhan, and three were left for himself.

After a busy time, the book of health preservation has been revised. Song Xijiao asked Zhongchun to help transcribe it again, then took it to the bamboo paper farm and began to bind it carefully.

Since it's a birthday gift for my grandfather, it's natural to pretend to be different.

First of all, the outer box should be unique.

Song Xijiao went to the Songjia wood factory for a long time, and finally chose a kind of wood called Gansong. This kind of wood is sparse but hard, with antique patterns. The most important thing is that the fragrance can cure spleen depression.

Then, binding should be unique.

Other guests are all thread, birthday gift is a big gift, of course, can not be the same as others, so song Xijiao this time choose glue. She also spent a lot of time cooking glue. Because there is no glue in this era, the paste is not sticky enough, and it is not easy to form. Fish glue must be used.

At the beginning of summer, the weather is gradually hot, and the gelation of boiled fish glue is very slow. It is often that the bamboo paper is soaked and the glue is not dry. In order to be able to succeed at one time, song Xijiao tried dozens of times until she was sure that everything was safe and sound. If this is broken, Zhong Chun will have to write it again.

Although she likes to see Zhong Chun's writing, she is afraid that he will be angry. Because this book is not for her, but for Hu que, that vinegar jar

Finally, the cover should play a key role.

Books are books of health preservation, but apart from senior brother Hao Langzhong, ordinary people do not know the meaning of health preservation. They are afraid that they will be confused when they see the title of the book.

It's better to write a birthday alone!

This word can't be written by others. We have to find a special person to write it, so as to reflect the weight of this book. Ling Ziqing can't, he has already rejected Hu que. Zhong Chun can't do it. If you've never met before, it's useless to write well. Hu que made do with it, but it did not reflect the deep meaning of the word.

Just thinking about it, downstairs suddenly rang out the voice of the clerk's swearing: "Oh, we do business, no food!"

Beggars?

Song Xijiao ran to the railing and looked downstairs. It turned out that they were two little monks who came to pray for alms.

The two little monks have round heads, but their faces are very thin. They are holding bowls and bowls in their hands. They look at the waiter pitifully: "Amitabha, please give me a bowl of rice to eat. The benefactor will surely accumulate good fortune..."

"It's said that there is no food here. Are you deaf or something. Go out to eat and turn left to the restaurant

The two young monks looked at each other with helplessness when they saw that the man was so rude. They were about to leave when they heard a clear call on the second floor: "two little masters, please stay!"

She quickly ran to the back, picked up two plates of snacks, came to the yard, poured them into the pots and bowls of the two little monks, and said with a smile, "where are the two little masters coming from?"

The little monk bowed and said, "Amitabha, thank you very much. I come from Puji temple on Baiyun Mountain. "

"Oh? Where is Baiyun Mountain? " Song Xijiao had never heard of such a mountain.

"Baiyun Mountain is just outside Jinzhou City. You can get to the foot of the mountain in half a day by going north from the Tianmen gate in the north of the city. There is a Puji temple on the mountain. I heard that there is a master Mengyun in the temple. His signature is very effective. The incense in the temple has been very prosperous. How can you two young monks come down the mountain to beg for food?"

"Amitabha, almsgiving is not only a monk's practice, but also a way to transform the world."

"Oh The man took up his arm, leaned against the door frame, and said with disbelief, "that's a good thing to say. It's also a way to help the world. Isn't your Buddhist school pay attention to the equality of all living beings, but how can you enlighten the rich? We Jinzhou City, those beggars who are starving to death and freezing to death, how can we not see you to be moderate. "

The two young monks looked at each other and did not know how to answer. The abbot did not teach the answer to this question!

"Master Mengyun, how is your handwriting?"

The little monk immediately said, "master's words are unique in the world."

"Oh! How modest you are! Your master's words are unique in the world. What's the character of Mr. Qing

"Oh, well, why have you been making trouble to them all the time?" Song Xijiao helplessly glared at the man who had been flattering, "do your work."

Seeing song Xijiao's blame, he didn't dare to say any more, so he had to turn his head and go into the store to pack up.

"When will you go back to Puji temple? Can you take me to meet your master Mengyun?"

The two little monks said, "the abbot said that we can go back when we are full of pots and bowls."

"Let's go without delay."

Song Xijiao turned into the shop, took a large pile of bamboo paper, and followed the two little monks to the north of the city.

The two little monks spent a day together, but they had no gain. They finally met a kind-hearted one who could let them go back to the temple. Therefore, they were especially grateful and courteous to song Xijiao. They almost knew everything about the temple and told her all the details of the temple.The temple has a history of more than 300 years. The former Emperor also visited here in a humble way and lived in the Puji temple for a few days. Therefore, it is said that anyone who has visited the temple can be infected with dragon spirit, those who seek official positions can be promoted, and those who do business can make a fortune.

As the fellow said, there is no shortage of rich and noble people who come to the temple to pay homage. Therefore, when there are too many people in the temple to be busy, they will drive people out. It's not that they look down on the poor, but they are the poor who often do things furtively in the temple. If they can't manage it or look at it, they can only expel the poor.

This master Mengyun is a monk who wanders from Tai'an temple in the capital city. He talks about Scriptures for one hour every day and unscrambles an hour's autograph. The rest of the time, he is practicing himself. Ordinary people can't see him at all.

Talking all the way, I finally got to Puji temple. Song Xijiao's legs were sour and soft. These two little monks are not like Zhong Chun. They will take care of her speed and slow down their pace.

"Benefactor, wait here, I'll inform the abbot!"

The two little monks ran into the door. Song Xijiao could only find a clean place to sit down, knead her legs and observe the surroundings. It is worthy of being a temple with a history of 300 years. It is really of scale and charm.

She was about to get up and have a look at the sculpture standing not far away when she saw a familiar figure coming towards her from the inner courtyard arch.

"Zhong Chun!"

Song Xijiao opened her eyes and looked at him strangely: "how can you be here?"

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!