After the officers and soldiers made such a fuss, it seemed that the sky was also bright. With the crowing sounds of roosters in the mountains in the city, the sky to the east turned white. Although Leshan was not in the middle of winter, it was still cold. The river was filled with mist, making Fengzhou Island on the other side looming. The scent of sulfur in the air became much fainter, and was replaced by refreshing fog. For a moment, it seemed as if dawn had dispelled all the ghosts and monsters, and the world was full of vitality.

Lingyun Temple was also very lively. The men sleeping in the courtyard got up one after another. The refugees in the backyard also came out to meet them. The abbot was greeting the young monks and bringing bowls of breakfast to the refugees.

Pu Zixuan and the other two were already hungry, so they naturally could not wait for the monks to come to the pavilion to serve them, so they came to the last row of the crowd to wait for breakfast.

It is really a considerable expense for Lingyun Temple, which is already in short supply, so breakfast cannot be very rich. The only thing that everyone has to do is a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun. Moreover, there are not so many containers, plates, bowls, and basins in the temple are used to hold this relief food. Some plates and bowls have cracked and must have been used for a long time.

Despite this, Abbot Shu Ran was already full of kindness to everyone. Some refugees with big appetite glutinous rice buns were glutted down in a few mouthfuls. Although his expression revealed a slight sense of unfulfilled intentions, no one had the nerve to complain publicly.

Pu Zixuan finished eating the food. Although his stomach was filled, he felt that he was not as good as he wanted. He suddenly wanted to ask Chen Shuqing: "Xiaojiu, can you turn all kinds of useless things into food?"

Chen Shuqing said: "Of course, if you want to eat lobster, I can make lobster for you. If you want to eat bird's nest, I can make bird's nest for you. But I can only make shapes, but how does it taste? I am not the chef's ingredient."

Pu Zixuan shouted excitedly: "That's great, that's enough. I lack oil and water in my stomach. How about giving me a plate of prawns?"

Chen Shuqing smiled and said, "Okay, but if I stay away from you, or if you accidentally purify the demonic power, the shrimp in your stomach will turn back into something. I'm afraid I can't say it well, because I've never tried fake food."

Pu Zixuan sighed helplessly. He had nowhere to use money here, and he couldn't count on Chen Shuqing's magic. He thought that he would leave this place in a while and go to the city to have a good time.

Soon after, Abbot Shu Ran had noticed the three of them, walked to Pu Zixuan with a smile and said, "Master Pu, the conditions for the evil temple are limited. If there is any inappropriate reception, I hope I will forgive you."

Pu Zixuan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Where is the abbot's words? It is a great compassion for so many refugees to have a meal with the power of a temple. I admire it very much."

Abbot Shu Ran sighed, "What a pity. The grain storage in the temple is only one or two meals left. If the government does not provide help, I am afraid that everyone will go hungry with us when dinner."

Su Sanniang had not eaten yet. When she heard this, she sarcastically said, "I hope the government will help you unless the sun hits the west. Alas, these dog officials will only be good at bullying the people."

"Amitabha, monks do not lie." Abbot Shu Ran saw that Su Sanniang had not moved and asked, "Why don't Mr. Su eat?"

Su Sanniang said hesitantly: "I wonder if it is appropriate to pray in this Buddhist sect?"

The abbot sighed and asked in confusion: "What is the prayer?"

Su Sanniang had eaten with Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing many times in non-religious places. Pu Zixuan had already known her habits, so she followed her to draw a cross on her chest and said, "Like this: Thank God for giving us food, Amen!"

When Su Sanniang saw Pu Zixuan imitating her, she suddenly said, "Hey, how could you be so rude?"

"Amitabha." The abbot of Shuran understood and smiled, "Haha, it turns out that the donor is the prayer that is said? Since I have said this, I might as well say it bluntly. I don't know what the donor is, and it is not convenient to ask in detail. However, since the foreigners invaded China, more and more people have converted to Christ, especially members of the worshipped religion. I have also seen several of them. They regard themselves as foreign religions and regard the traditional Chinese Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism as dirt, especially Buddhism. They say that people were created by God, so

Imple perfect people, how can imperfect people shape perfect gods? Therefore, they do not like Buddha statues, and even sprinkle holy water on the feet of the Buddha in Leshan, singing chants, asking God to forgive us ignorant humans... I saw it in my eyes, but I had no hatred, because the Buddha let us understand all the principles of following the circumstances. As long as we have good thoughts and do more good deeds, we will be a spiritually rich person. What does it matter if we believe in Buddha or God? Therefore, donor Su doesn't have to mind, even if we pray."

Su Sanniang was stunned and said in admiration: "The master is really a compassionate person. After hearing what the master said, he was enlightened and suddenly realized. I admit that in the past, I was also a Christian who was a Buddhist, but over the past year, I have seen and kept the help from the master to me. Although it is impossible for me to change my faith, I will definitely give enough respect to various religions from now on. Thank you for your advice!" After that, Su Sanniang prayed according to the process and ate as usual.

The abbot Shu Ran smiled kindly and said, "After the meal, please go to the same place with me. Someone wants to meet you."

Su Sanniang asked: "Who?"

Just like the Zen master's cleverness, the abbot did not answer directly, and replied: "Master Su, let's have a meal slowly. You will know when you see this person later." After saying that, he stood up, returned to the front row of the crowd, and shouted at the crowd: "Dear donors, it is a privilege for me to be lucky to help everyone today. However, I still have a few words that are difficult to say, but I have to say. Everyone knows that in recent years, due to frequent wars and the people are living in poverty, Lingyun Temple has long been short of money and cannot continue. I am incompetent and unable to support all donors for a long time. I am really ashamed. Please give me some advice. If you stay, how to maintain the livelihood of everyone. If you want to find a way out, please give me some help and my disciples. "

The master is worthy of being a master, and even speaking is so tactful. Pu Zixuan thought that if I were replaced by me, he would probably say, "I have no money, let's see what to do?" If it were a little more, if I changed to Zhu Yuanliang's fat man, I would probably send everyone away with a sentence of "I'm so poor."
Chapter completed!