MTL - I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times-Chapter 36

Having seen the child so energetic, the husband and wife regretted seeing him so much more than ever. In the past few years, due to sleeping sickness, the child ate less than other children of the same age, was less active, and his development was delayed. He seemed born several years younger than other children of the same age.

"His father, is it that this child is destined not to be raised in our family?" Zhou looked at the child's sleepy face and couldn't help crying.

"What nonsense, find a doctor who knows how to treat it and you'll be fine, don't think about it!" With many years of companionship, Mr. Chen understood the subtext in her heart at once, and already guessed what she would say next.

"However, I have seen many doctors and doctors over the years, but I still can't see it! You can also see Hui Lin's state in the temple during the day, how energetic, I have never seen him like this before." Zhou sniffed, hesitating For a long time it was difficult,

"I heard that some children should go to the Buddha and be accompanied by the green lantern to be healthy, safe and safe without disaster. Say... say they are the children of the Buddha, and they are in charge, or else!"

Master Chen sighed heavily! Why doesn't he understand? It's just that it's my own flesh and blood after all, and after so many years of raising it, there's no one who can just let it go.

It's just that although he is reluctant to give up, he also knows that it is difficult for this child to sleep all day long, and it may be difficult to raise him to adulthood.

A few years after the child could walk on the ground, in addition to being lethargic all day long, he would occasionally sleepwalk and run out, and even went to places where adults would not go several times.

What an eagle's nest on a cliff, rafting alone on a river at night, being carried by a buffalo for a distance of more than ten miles...

At such a young age, he has already traveled through many dangerous situations in his sleep, and he was worried that something might happen to him, so the servants took turns guarding him day and night.

After thinking about it for two or three days, the couple decided to send their youngest son to a temple for foster care, despite the difficulties.

Mrs. Zhou and her maid sewed two sets of inner garments and monk robes overnight, and while feeding his son egg custard while he was awake, he repeatedly asked them to visit him every month and pick him up on festivals and festivals. Go home for a short stay, let him have a good meal in the temple, and tell his parents if there is anything.

Knowing that she was sent to a temple for foster care, the little boy Chen Huilin didn't feel sad at all, and he didn't feel that he was abandoned by his parents. When he stepped into the gate of the mountain, he turned his head and waved to his parents with a smile.

It seems a little heartless, too indifferent and cold-blooded.

But in fact, the child himself is very reluctant to part with his parents, but he sees it very clearly. No one has ever taught him, and no one has ever told him about it, but he just knows that children will eventually say goodbye to their parents, grow up to be independent adults from a young age, and every time they separate, they are slowly leaving the arms of their parents. Go alone into the vast world.

Furthermore, his parents will come to see him, and when he misses his parents, he will go down the mountain to find them. He will always remember the way home.

Regarding the child being entrusted to adopt, Lin Zhao wasn't too surprised. When he saw the aura and luck of the child, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

Seeing him so calm, kneeling next to me with his usual face, staring at him with bright eyes, and thinking about the back of his parents when he left the mountain, he felt somewhat guilty of abducting other people's children. Obviously I didn't do anything. Hey!

Lin Zhao didn't officially shave the child, but just wore a monk's robe to live in the temple. Everyone called him Xiao Linzi.

Xiao Linzi quickly adapted to the life in the temple, and finally regained his vigorous energy like a child of the same age. He woke up at dawn every morning, and did not miss a single chanting in the morning class. When taking a nap at noon, he stared wide-eyed like other children and did not sleep for a long time. Lin Zhao frightened him that the child would not grow tall if he slept too little, so he slowly closed his eyes.

He is really a little weirdo with two extremes, either he will not wake up at all, or he will not sleep at all.

When he started to roll himself at a young age, followed Lin Zhao to recite scriptures, and when Lin Zhao was finished, he was still unwilling to leave, Buerbuti would pull him up in time to experience the happy life of childhood.

Reject introversion and give children a happy childhood. This sentence is the inner portrayal of Budubuti at that time.

In the past, everyone took turns to take care of the farmland in the backyard of the temple. Today, with Lin Zhao's order, all the monks came to the foot of the mountain together.

He pointed to a wasteland full of weeds and looked at the two back kitchens standing behind him. One was the head of the door, Shantong, the head of the monk, Huitong, the head teacher of the monk, with long hair and eyebrows. Not tired and not awake (Hui Lin), he reprimanded Fang Qiu and said:

"Look, this is the field I bought for the temple!" After he announced domineeringly and impassionedly, he routinely came to the link where the leaders beat the employees.

"Don't look at it as just five acres of land, but this is the first step for us to own the temple land. One day, we will become the richest temple. As long as we work hard, we will definitely gain something."

He didn't know the exact level of the former backyard. At first, he always felt that it was quite big, comparable to a modern indoor court, and the farmland was almost as big as a classroom.

But these days, I found that it can only grow some vegetables to meet the daily vegetable supply of the temple. As for wheat and rice, it is definitely not enough, and it is not cost-effective to always buy rice.

All rich temples will have their own temple fields for the monks to eat and use. It happened that he found that the wasteland at the foot of the mountain was unowned, so he bought it with some money and the government, and planned to reclaim it today.

Ten people from all over the temple worked enthusiastically to weed and plow the ground all morning, and soon five acres of land were reclaimed. Changmei, the oldest, and Wuxing, the youngest, are responsible for preparing tea for everyone.

Wringing out the soaked veil, Awakening wiped the sweat from Lin Zhao's forehead while sitting under a tree with his eyes closed. The icy cold touch immediately covered the hot skin, and the white salt stains were carefully wiped off.

"It's really strange. There is no wind these days, and the sun is still as big as a fireball in autumn." Lin Zhao was very uncomfortable with the sultry weather, and there were cool autumn winds from time to time in the first half of the month. The sky suddenly returned to Xia Xia.

"The weather is weird, I'm afraid there will be a drought." Master Changmei with a white beard and long eyebrows also looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky, "The rain here is abundant, and there are many lakes and rivers. Severe drought coupled with locust plagues will not be easy."

Drought and locust plague are two twin brothers that appear together. Whenever there is a drought, locusts will rise. The dry natural environment and low-lying riverbed make the locusts multiply rapidly.

His words became a prophecy. In fact, the old farmers who had lived for a long time and depended on the weather immediately sensed something was wrong from the abnormal weather.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the news that the riverbed in Beidi was dry and cracked, and the autumn harvest food was swept and swallowed by locusts spread to Fucheng. Hearing that there were refugees fleeing from Beidi, the emperor allocated 50,000 taels of disaster relief money and appointed imperial envoys to go to Beidi for disaster relief.

In the beginning, news of Beidi kept flying in the surrounding counties. Occasionally, pilgrims who came to offer incense heard about the situation in Beidi, saying that there were refugees who had come to Fucheng. Later, Lin Zhao directly I saw refugees outside the temple gate.

Ragged clothes, dry hair, sallow complexion, thin cheeks. These are more than ten eleven or twelve-year-old children, their bodies are almost skinny, their eyes are numb and haggard.

Seeing Bu Er Bu tired, Lin Zhao beckoned them to come in with him, and asked Bu Er to tell Shan Tong to cook more porridge and noodles.

The refugee children did not hold out hope when they knocked on the mountain gate. They have experienced too many tragic things along the way. They are all orphans because of the death of their relatives. In order not to be alone and eaten, they are all We stayed together to save our lives and come here.

When they were brought to the Zhaitang, they couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw several large pots of seaweed egg flower noodle soup, steamed buns, hot and sour potato shreds and shredded cabbage in front of the table.

When the youngest refugee orphans were led to line up to wash their hands and collect their bowls and chopsticks, they stopped when they saw the handsome monk who brought them in.

The other monks called him the abbot just now? Then he should be able to call the shots.

"Big, master..." Xiao Qi felt that he was pushing his feet like this, and he was so ashamed that he didn't know how to speak.

But when they thought that the boss and the others were still hungry outside, their steps of turning around and leaving stopped again.

Although the boss and the others have given thousands of warnings to take care of your stomach first and don’t do unnecessary things, but... but this abbot seems to be kind, and there is enough food on the table, maybe, maybe it’s okay to say it of.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Lin Zhao looked at him encouragingly.

"I... But, can I let my other brothers come in to eat together!" Xiaoqi held his breath and said what he was thinking, and he relaxed all of a sudden.

"There are brothers who are a few years older than us outside, and they took care of us all the way to get here safely. Abbot, can you let them come in for a meal?"

Looking at Xiaoqi Baba's eyes, Lin Zhao felt sour in his heart.

"Of course. Hurry up and bring your brothers in, too. It's enough."

Xiao Qi wept with joy and ran out quickly. Not long after, a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys who hesitated came in.

The teenagers didn't really believe what Xiao Qi said, but when they really found out that the monks let them eat freely, they didn't hesitate to work hard.

After the pots and bowls on the table were empty, all the refugee children were thinking about it. It was the most filling meal they had had in months.

Feeling the goodwill and sense of security in the surrounding environment, the little ones couldn't help but relax, and all the hard work of many days came up, and their eyelids drooped uncontrollably.

Lin Zhao was afraid that their intestines and stomachs would become weak due to long-term hunger and would not be able to digest food, so he asked Shantong to cook the local Zhizhu soup to help digestion.

They were helping them stand in front of the pot to watch the fire when a young man walked up to them.