Everyone was seated, with a pair of thick bowls and a pair of chopsticks in front of each person.

When it was Yang Jian's turn to ladle vegetable soup into the bowl, he was intoxicated by the aroma of the vegetables.

The devastated scene and the half-starved and half-fed life since he left home made him feel that everything in front of him was too comfortable.

Although the pot of cooked soup does not look good.

There are fresh mushrooms and cabbage just picked from the mountains.

Chi first eats and drinks.

He said with emotion.

"Abbot Fanjing, you are living a good little life."

"Here, you don't have to worry about snacks and drinks, but when you face these ruins every day, can you still feel relieved?"

This was the time when the two masters fled from the destroyed Buddhist temple and lived in the Daqing Mountains.

Let’s talk about speculation.

Master Fanjing revealed a shocking secret.

"Actually, on the surface, it seems that the Prajna Temple was completely burned down, but in fact all that was damaged was superficial. Since the mountain gate was first destroyed, several old monks in the temple collectively took action.

Some precautionary measures were taken. First, the scriptures, money, and valuables in the temple were moved to underground secret rooms. Later, several basements were built to store some grain. During the military crisis, the above-ground grain warehouses were burned down, and some underground grain stores were burned down.

It was discovered that the grain had been stolen from the warehouse, but the scriptures and money were well preserved, and there was also an underground grain warehouse that was intact. In the future, as long as the killing stops and the world is peaceful, an emperor who can promote Buddhism will be born.

We are building a Prajna Temple with all our treasures. Isn’t that a piece of cake?”

"The whole country has been in chaos for so many years, and so many monks in Prajna Temple have to eat and drink. How can there be so much food stored in batches?"

Zhixian was extremely surprised.

Master Fanjing spoke again.

"The reason is actually very simple. Your Boguan Temple is full of nuns, while our Prajna Temple is all monks. The difference between the two is huge. Before the fire, there were more than a thousand monks in Prajna Temple, and most of them were avoiding military service.

There are young men in the temple, there are fields in the temple, and there is wasteland within dozens of miles of Daqingshan Square Garden, and the temple does not increase taxes, so the endless food naturally accumulates every year."

Zhixian said.

"These days, as long as we have food to eat, we can survive. There is always hope of rebuilding the Prajna Temple in the future."

Fan Jing shook his head and sighed.

"I'm afraid I can't see the hope you mentioned. I only hope that Zhu Zhu can meet a wise king in the future to fulfill my last wish and re-establish the Prajna Temple in the vast city gate."

The two monks became more and more congenial as they talked.

Zhu Zhu took the opportunity to hand Yang Jian two round and hot things from under the table.

He took it and took a look.

They are two hard-boiled eggs slightly smaller than chicken eggs.

There are many brown spots on the eggshell.

"What kind of egg is this?"

Yang Jian had never seen it before and thought it was strange.

Pillar.

Said in a lowered voice.

"This is a wild egg. Don't let the master see it, otherwise you will blame me for killing."

This night.

Master Zhixian and his apprentice slept in another bedroom that was still built with broken walls and thatch.

Many houses like this are built with local materials.

Sometimes Master Fanjing and his disciples would sleep in the middle of the night and if the room leaked, they would immediately move to another room that did not leak.

Wait until the weather clears before covering the leaky thatch.

Master Zhixian and his disciple each slept on one side.

After a tiring day, there was thick hay underneath.

The hay exudes a strong and mellow aroma.

It's soft and comfortable to lie on.

However, Yang Jian tossed and turned and had difficulty falling asleep.

he asked with his eyes open.

"Master, do you hate my parents?"

"Then Luo Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhixian is about to fall asleep.

He turned over and sat up in the endless darkness.

He asked in confusion.

"How can I hate your parents as a teacher? How could you, a kid, come up with such an idea? There should be no hatred in Buddhism."

Yang Jian.

He scratched his head and said.

"Isn't my father a general under the Emperor of the Western Wei Dynasty? And my mother is Yuan Baoju's cousin's sister."

"Yeah, so what?"

Yang Jian said again.

"I think the emperor will also send my father to burn Buddhist temples."

Wisdom first.

He replied thoughtfully.

"This is really possible. Although your father firmly believes in Buddhism, can General Yang not go according to the emperor's order?"

"Master, do you hate them?"

Zhi first touched Yang Jian's head.

"Them? Apart from your parents, who else is there?"

Yang Jian replied.

"Emperor, wasn't he the one who ordered the destruction of Buddha?"

"Na Luo Yan, Yuan Baoju is a good emperor. Yu Wentai may have ordered this action to destroy the Buddha. We think the emperor must have his own reasons for destroying the Buddha. At least he thinks he must do this. Does fighting require soldiers, oxen and horses?

Food, the young and middle-aged men who were supposed to go to war fled to Samana in order to avoid the disaster of war, and not a single grain of food grown by the monks was given to the court. In order to win the war, the emperor had no choice but to kill the chickens and take the eggs, and operate on Buddhism. Maybe this is the emperor's

Just be intentional."

Zhixian was silent for a long time.

He comforted Yang Jian and said.

"Okay, then Luo Yan, go to sleep. We will set off home tomorrow morning. We have to walk several miles to regain our energy."

Outside the window.

Everything is silent.

Occasionally, a few rhubarb calls could be heard.

The next day.

The sun has risen to three poles high.

Master Zhixian and his disciples got up from the floor sleepily.

This is a rare thing for Zhixian, who has always been strict with himself.

Master and disciple have been together since they left the monastery.

It's really hard to eat and sleep in the open every day.

And the straw bed under me is really comfortable.

In addition, the master and apprentice chatted very late last night, so both of them overslept this morning!

As soon as the master and apprentice went out, they were led to a dining room by Zhu Zhu.

There is a spring on the stone wall next to the cliff next to the restaurant, and water flows into the restaurant through a bamboo tube.

After the two of them washed themselves in the spring water, they were led by Zhu Zhu into the dining room where they had dinner last night.

Abbot Fanjing has been waiting inside for a long time.

The food on the table is still a big bowl of soup.
To be continued...