Time flies, and before he knows it, Richard has been in the temple for nearly three months, from midsummer to early autumn.

During this period, the members of the nameless team came several times, and everyone had a good impression of the quiet and peaceful Sannonji Temple, and they stayed for a few days one after another.

In addition, Huo Xiu also came to a trip, in the Tsing Yi Building, left and right, and did not wait for Richard to bring Jiaxiang back, he really couldn't hold back in the Tsing Yi Building, and set off alone from the Tsing Yi Building across thousands of miles to the Sanlun Temple, and lived in one breath for half a month, he had to return to the Tsing Yi Building because of too many affairs in the Tsing Yi Building.

As soon as summer passes, the sweltering weather gradually cools down. After the crisp autumn weather, the crops in the farmland in the mountains are maturing day by day, and the smiles on the faces of the monks in the temple are getting more and more day by day.

On the eighth day of the seventh month, after the morning class, Jiaxiang did not immediately let the monks disperse, but sat on the futon under the osmanthus tree, holding his cheeks and saying to the monks: "It's the eighth day of the seventh month." According to the tradition of our Sannonji Temple, every autumn harvest will be opened to recruit some small novices into the temple. This year, there is a million taels of incense money donated by the owner of Huo Lou, and the money in the temple is abundant. I think I can recruit more this year, how about it? ”

When all the monks heard this, their eyes lit up, and they folded their hands together towards Jiaxiang and said respectfully: "This matter is very good. ”

Jiaxiang nodded and said, "Since everyone agrees, let's start today." After breakfast, arrange for a few people to go to the surrounding villages to tell the villagers about it. ”

The monks answered, stood up, turned around and exited the courtyard in an orderly manner. After breakfast, more than a dozen monks went down the mountain in several waves, and the two young monks moved a table to the front of the temple under the arrangement of the old monk Baimei, waiting for the arrival of the children who were going to enter the temple.

Sitting behind the table, the monk on the left whispered, "Senior brother, how many more people do you think we will have in the temple this year?" Last year, thirteen masters were recruited, which is said to be the most in several years. ”

The monk on the right thought for a while and whispered: "The abbot said that the lord of Huo Lou donated one million taels of incense money, and with so much silver, even if the food is not enough, he can go down the mountain to buy it." So I think it's going to be a little bit more than last year, I guess there will be thirty. ”

Richard, who was leaning on the door frame behind him, heard the conversation between the two and smiled dumbly, he had just asked about the origin of the tradition of the old monk Sanlun Temple, taking advantage of the autumn harvest to recruit novices in the temple, this was just a superficial statement.

Unless it is a year with good weather and a particularly good harvest, in a normal year, once the winter is over, there will still be people in the surrounding villages who are yellow and thin or even starve to death due to lack of food, especially those who have many children.

That's why Sannonji came up with such a way to help these people as much as possible. After all, one less mouth, two more people may survive. However, the monks themselves in the Sanlun Temple also live a self-sufficient life, and the main ration throughout the year is to rely on the fields in the back mountains, and there is not much surplus grain, so only these ten or twenty people will be recruited every year.

This year, because of Huo Xiu's million taels of silver, the monks in Jiaxianghe Temple were bolder, and they decided to recruit a few more small novices.

No one came until noon, and the two young monks were bored and began to talk again.

"Senior brother, do you remember how you got up the mountain in the first place?"

"Why don't you remember, my dad sent me here."

"Then why did your father send you up, didn't you tell me that you only have one brother in your family? Your dad can't even support two children? ”

"No, at that time, I accompanied my father to the hillside to herd the sheep, and he was young and vigorous and grabbed the two horns of the sheep and shook them to play, which angered the sheep, and several sheep came up to push me. As I dodged, I knocked my dad down the hill and got his head bleeding. ”

"And then your father was so angry that he sent you to our Sanlun Temple?"

"Not at that time. My brother went with my father for a day, and after a few days of going back, it was my brother, and then my brother said that he wouldn't go. I was going to go to the hillside with my father to herd sheep, and that night I saw that he had been smoking a cigarette pouch, and after a few puffs, he said to me: There are still eight taels of silver under the bed at home, you remember to share half of your brother, and I don't know if I can come back tomorrow night. ”

A curious voice came from behind him, "Then did your father go back?" ”

The young monk subconsciously said, "I went back, why didn't I go back." My dad sent me here early the next morning, and he said he couldn't stand the fear. ”

After finishing speaking, he felt that something was wrong, glanced back and immediately stood up, "Abbot Fangfang, Ximen Benefactor." ”

I saw Richard and Jiaxiang standing at the door of the Sannon Temple, Jiaxiang's cheeks were bulging, and he was holding a doughnut in his hand, saying that it was a doughnut, but in fact, it was just a layer of sugar sprinkled on the coke ring just out of the oil pot.

A figure came from the end of the mountain road at this time, a middle-aged man in a short shirt, his face was full of urgency. Seeing the two monks behind the table, his eyes lit up, and he hurried to the two of them, and said breathlessly: "Two little masters, I... I..."

The young monk on the left smiled and asked, "Don't worry, this donor, we have just started recruiting this year's little novice, and you are the first." ”

The sweaty middle-aged man shook his head, "I'm not here for this. Two little masters, please save us from the Three Treats Temple! ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man fell to his knees with a thud and slammed his head on the ground. The two young monks had never seen this battle before, jumped up as if there were needles on the stool, walked up to the middle-aged man and said, "Donor, you get up first, and speak slowly if you have something to say." ”

Seeing this, Richard and Jiaxiang also walked over, and the middle-aged man stood up and said with a sad face: "Two little masters, I am a villager from Erhe Village under the mountain, and our village was just about to start harvesting grain in the past few days, but I didn't expect a group of bandits to come and tell us that they would ask us to hand over all the grain after three days." The young men in our village were so angry that they could only argue with them, and they killed all three of us with knives. Little master, please save us, without this food, what can we do to spend the winter! ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's eyes were red and his knees were bent and he was about to kneel down again.

"These damn guys." After listening to this, Jiaxiang was full of anger and said to the middle-aged man: "This donor, this matter is covered in our Sanlun Temple!" ”

Saying that, Jiaxiang angrily walked to the gate of the Sannon Temple and shouted: "Where are the warrior monks in the temple!" ”

"In!"

Several deep voices came from all directions in the temple, and I saw more than a dozen figures holding long sticks, running out of the Sanlun Temple.