Chapter 421: Think of a Way

After one of the young monks swallowed the dry food in his mouth, he said: "Holy Buddha, there is a sweet potato field behind our temple, we rely on that to survive, but there are not many sweet potatoes, so we can only keep from starving to death, usually we are not full. of."

Hearing this, Tangning sighed softly, patted the little monk's head, and said, "After you finish eating, take a rest first, I'll cook some porridge for you!"

"But there is no rice in the temple, how can I make porridge?" the little monk asked.

Tangning smiled and said, "I have it!" She stood up and asked, "Where is your kitchen?"

"Holy Buddha, the little monk will take you there!" A monk in his 30s and 40s stood up and led the way for Tangning.

Tangning looked at the place. There was everything in the kitchen, and there were a few sweet potatoes in the corner. She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to wash the cauldron to cook the porridge. Unexpectedly, the monk saw it and hurried forward.

"How dare you bother the holy Buddha to work for us, let the little monk come! The little monk was originally the head monk in the temple, and these little monks are familiar with it."

Seeing that he was terrified, Tangning didn't dare to let her do anything, so she said, "Then you can help me make the fire! I'll do the rest."

"Yes." The monk responded, and took the firewood to the stove to prepare the fire.

Tangning, on the other hand, washed a large pot and took out the rice from the space. After washing the rice, she peeled the sweet potatoes in the corner and put them down to cook together. The large pot was full, and the monk beside him wanted to say something. end.

"Holy Buddha, there's nothing left to eat in the temple, so it's better to save some sweet potatoes?" He still couldn't help but say it, after all, after this meal, the next meal will be better It's gone.

There is no incense in the temple, and there is no money for sesame oil, and they have no money to go down the mountain to buy food.

Tangning smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, the vines are gone. Are you afraid of not having a good life? Don't worry! The days to come will only get better and better."

While the porridge was being boiled and the sky was still dark outside, Tangning asked, "How did the vine monster wrap the temple without killing you? What is it trying to do? How did it get here? I encountered the formation in the forest before, and someone should have set it up."

"Back to the Holy Buddha, according to the rattan demon himself, it is a five-hundred-year-old demon. It cannot take shape because it cannot survive the tribulation of the thunder, and it says that the way of heaven is unfair, so in order to vent its anger, it came to the temple and trapped the entire temple and tortured it. We, the formation monk over there in the forest, don't know."

Hearing this, Tangning nodded, "I see."

As the sky was getting brighter, a large pot of porridge was carried to the main hall. Dozens of monks sat around and drank porridge. Some of them drank, and tears fell.

It was the first time in three years that they had porridge. It was obviously just a pot of porridge with a few sweet potatoes, but it made them feel very sweet and delicious.

Tangning watched as some of the younger ones were feeding the old monks porridge, and then went to eat after they had finished eating. Then, she turned and walked outside, looking at the road that went down the temple.

Because no one has stepped on it for three years, the mountain road has been covered with weeds half a person high, blocking the way down the mountain, let alone people coming. Now the rattan demon is solved, but how to maintain the temple is also a problem.

She could give them food, but it was better to teach them how to fish than to give them fish. She had to find a way to help them.