Is He Really The Protagonist?

"It's just... phew... eight hundred meters... easy... phew... handle it."

Xiao Bosheng was holding a pink backpack in his left hand, a white shoulder bag in his right hand, and his own black backpack on his back. He stood in the small square in front of the gate of Lianyun Temple and looked at Du Xue speechlessly. Tang Yubing was supported but still stubborn.

"You can sit under the tree over there. Come and rest there for a while and drink some water."

Xueqian retracted his gaze from the temple and looked at the two women sitting under the tree breathing heavily: "Meow⁓"

"Huh...Master, is your cat laughing at me?"

"How did you know... No, she said you were really powerful." Xiao Posheng immediately changed his mind when he realized something was wrong.

"Did you just let it slip?"

"No, Xue Qiang was just saying that you were awesome. Didn't you see that she didn't refute it?" Xue Qiang turned his head and ignored them.

After returning their bags, Tang Yubing took out three boxes of real fruit grains from his small pink schoolbag, one for each of the three of them: "That's not right, Master, why don't you look tired at all? You didn't even sweat at all." , Our bags are so heavy."

After walking for a while, the two of them felt that the bags on their backs were heavy. It was Xiao Posheng who took the initiative to take away their bags.

At first, the two of them discussed asking for their bags to carry after walking for a while, but by the end they were so tired that they just thought about where they were going and whether they should rest for a while, completely forgetting about it.

It wasn't until just now that she remembered that her master had taken things from the three of them, and she didn't feel tired at all along the way.

Climbing a mountain is not like walking on flat ground. It is not a straight line, not to mention the path they take is winding and winding, going up and down. Xiao Posheng, including his own, had three bags and a cat, including several kilograms of flour, rice and vegetables bought in the park.

As a result, they were panting like dogs, but Xiao Bosheng looked as relaxed as taking a leisurely stroll, which surprised her.

After taking a sip of the aloe-flavored fruit milk, Xiao Posheng glanced at her sideways: "It's only 800 meters. I can walk it in four minutes on flat ground. It's easy to handle."

"..." Tang Yubing: "You are so childish."

Du Xue, who was drinking milk quietly on the side, couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. Sensing Tang Yubing's unkind eyes, she quickly caught up with the topic of her best friend.

"Yeah, aren't you tired? It's a winding road, going up and down. It's definitely impossible to walk more than 800 meters."

"I exercise regularly, and my physical strength is quite good. Plus, you walk so slowly. It takes more than two hours to walk such a short distance. I have enough rest time, so of course I won't look too tired. It's you. They both lack exercise."

Tang Yubing looked at the three bags placed next to him and opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.

The bag contained supplies bought for the temple, plus their own clothes and some food, which should weigh more than ten kilograms in total.

Although she and Du Xue walked slowly along the way, rested constantly, and took pictures every time they took a break, Xiao Bosheng didn't even break a sweat, right? Is regular exercise so effective?

"How are you resting? Let's go in and donate your things first. Lianyun Temple is built on the highest mountains nearby. From the top of the mountain behind the temple, you can see the stacks of Lianyun Mountains. We can still go there while it's not dark. Look at the scenery, or you can wait until tomorrow morning to watch the sunrise.”

When Tang Yubing heard that he wanted to continue climbing the mountain to see the scenery, Tang Yubing made a quick decision: "Let's watch the sunrise tomorrow morning."

"OK."

As Xiao Bosheng expected, Lianyun Temple is located on a mountain and has inconvenient transportation, so the three of them should be the first tourists to enter the Buddhist temple during this holiday, because the three doors of Lianyun Temple are still closed at this time.

The three of them packed their things and each put on their backpacks. Xiao Bosheng stepped forward and knocked on the door on the left. After waiting for a while, a young monk who looked eight or nine years old opened the door and was stunned when he saw him.

"Hello, little master. We are travelers from afar. We come here to burn incense and worship Buddha for peace of mind."

After hearing his words, the young monk came back to his senses, bowed and spread his hands: "Donor, please come in."

The three of them entered the door one after another. Xiao Bosheng turned around, clasped his hands and bowed slightly to the young monk: "May I know where the donation office and the guesthouse are? We brought some grains here and want to stay here for two days."

The young monk seemed a little flustered and returned the favor with clasped hands: "Donor, you don't have to be so polite. Please come with me."

Following the little monk, they turned left and crossed a small road to the material donation office. The three of them took out flour, rice, soybeans and other grains from their bags. After briefly registering, they walked north along the corridor at the entrance of the donation office. Go up the stairs to the second floor.

"Several donors, this is the guest house. No one has checked in yet. You can choose two rooms to stay in. The key is on the table in the room."

Xiao Posheng once again put his hands together and bowed half-bow: "Thank you, little master."

"Thank you, little master." "Thank you, little master." Tang Yubing and Du Xue also imitated his actions and thanked the little monk.

"No...you're welcome. Dinner starts at six o'clock. The Zhaiyuan is opposite. Please give me some alms. The young monk will leave." This time, the young monk's panic became more obvious. He even stuttered a bit. He returned the gift solemnly, and then He hurried downstairs.

Looking at the child's back, Tang Yubing became happy and said, "Master, isn't he shy?"

"may be."

"Hey, Master, tell me, why would a child like him become a monk at such a young age? How could his family be willing to do so?"

Xiao Bosheng recalled some news on the Internet and said: "Lianyun Temple has always adopted homeless children, and some poor couples will also send their children here for foster care when they are unable to raise them.

The monks here will go down the mountain every once in a while and visit various orphanages in Jiangcheng to take in some children. Of course, they follow formal procedures. The children are willing to come and the orphanage agrees. "

"oh oh."

There were about seven or eight guest rooms on the second floor. Xiao Bosheng chose the one next to the south of the stairs, and Tang Yubing and the others entered the next door.

The door is ajar. Push it open and go in. The layout of the room is very simple. There is a table on the left side of the door, which is the kind of double desk from the old school. There is a bench of the same style. There is a bunch of keys on the table and nothing else. .

There are two wooden beds placed in the corner inside. The sheets, quilts and pillows are very neat. Xiao Bosheng has seen this before.

Due to its geographical location, Lianyun Temple often has pilgrims staying overnight, so the monks here clean these guest houses every once in a while.

He threw the bag on a bed and walked out of the room without taking the key. After standing on the corridor at the door and waiting for a while, Tang Yubing and the others hadn't come out yet. He frowned and went over to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Xiao Bosheng pushed the door open and went in. The two of them sat on a bed and rummaged through their bags.

Seeing him coming in, Tang Yubing looked up and asked, "Master, have you brought any change? No, have you brought cash?"

Xiao Posheng was a little confused: "Why do you need cash?"

Tang Yubing rolled her eyes. She felt that this question was a bit idiotic: "Have you never been to a temple? Usually when burning incense, people will put one or two dollars into the merit box."

Xiao Bosheng waved his hand: "Lianyun Temple does not have the kind of merit box you mentioned. Even the incense you burn is provided for free. We will only end the donation in the form we just made, and we will not take anything else."

"???"

Seeing the confused expressions of the two people, Xiao Bosheng didn't know how to explain it for a moment, but Tang Yubing's question gave him a breakthrough.

"Don't the monks here usually spend money?"

"This entire hilltop belongs to Lianyun Temple. The monks cultivated fields in the back mountain. What they usually eat is what they grow themselves. As for drinking water, at first they carried water from the mountain stream not far away. Later, the Jiangcheng City government built a water supply system.

Because the temple adopts children, the Jiangcheng City government allocates funds to them every month, so the monks here usually receive a certain salary.

Although it is only a few hundred yuan a month, but they live in the mountains, the money is often given back to the poor people and welfare institutions in Jiangcheng through charity, donations, etc. during the time they go down the mountain.

The monks here are really using their own meager strength to help save all sentient beings. From the beginning, they would not charge money, which to them was contrary to their spiritual practice.

As for expenses such as repairing Buddhist temple buildings, Jiangcheng has a fund called Lianyun that is specifically responsible for it. "

Seeing the surprised and puzzled looks of the two people, Xiao Bosheng decided to educate them about the history of Lianyun Temple.