Chapter 422
She walked around the temple alone, and after looking at the place, she returned to the main hall after a while. The dozens of monks were all full, and the cauldrons and bowls were also cleaned up. After a full meal, the porridge went down. Many people had expressions of contentment on their faces.
Tangning walked over to the old monks and asked, "Is this temple prosperous before? What did you guys rely on for a living?"
"The incense before the temple is not very prosperous, but it is enough to maintain the livelihood of the people in the temple. We will also grow some food in the back mountain, so life is still OK, but the road has been deserted for the past three years, and No one is going up the mountain anymore, so we thought, when we get better, we will take everyone down the mountain to beg for alms to survive."
An old monk said, looked at the young monks around, and said, "If they are willing to go to other temples, Lao Na will not stop them."
"Uncle Shi, we won't leave." A monk said.
"Yes, we won't go." The others followed suit.
Listening to their words, the old monk sighed and said nothing.
"Actually, as long as the temple's incense is flourishing, everything will be solved." Tangning raised her eyebrows and looked at them with a smile, "I'll help you find a solution! In three days, let the temple's The incense burns up."
Hearing this, the famous monks couldn't help being slightly startled. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say. A temple that has been abandoned for three years can be transformed in three days, so that a temple that has not had incense for three years will flourish?
"Amitabha, we all obey Master Tang's orders," the old monk said, folded his hands and bowed to Tangning.
"Everything obeys the instructions of the Holy Buddha." The other monks also put their hands together and said with their eyes lowered.
"Okay, the one with the lesser injuries should clean up the temple first!" Tangning smiled, turned and walked out. Seeing that the road down the mountain was covered with grass, she thought as flames flew out of her hands and turned towards those Weeds are burnt.
The flame was like a meniscus cutting the weeds on the mountain road, and at the same time it burned the grass to ashes, exposing the original path. Except for some of the other monks who were seriously injured and unable to move, everyone else began to clean up the temple.
In the past three years, they could not sleep even if they had a house and a bed. They could only sleep in this hall, because even if they slept in the house, they would be caught by the vine monster, so most of the meditation rooms in the temple were covered. A thick layer of dust is covered with spider silk, but fortunately everything is still there, and it can still be used after cleaning up.
The monks were in charge of cleaning up the inside of the temple, while Tangning cleaned up the outside of the temple. In addition to using the flames, she also took off the green bamboo around her waist and asked the green bamboo to cut some weeds that were too tall.
At noon for Mo, she had already sorted out the outside of the temple, and the mountain road had been sorted out, and went down the mountain in a winding way. So scary, as for those who go up the mountain, there is no need to worry about whether there will be poisonous snakes scurrying out of the lush grass.
When she came to the gate of the temple, she pointed her toes, took off the cracked plaque on it, and used a dagger to condense the spiritual energy and engraved on it: Hanshan Temple, three big characters, and two lines on the left and right sides of the temple gate. Poetry.
One flower, one world, one temple, one bodhi.