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When I received the task arrangement from the leader, I didn't expect it to be such a temple.

The tiles on the roof were scattered, weeds were eating away at the walls, and the four pillars were corroded and crumbling.Although it is my job to repair and preserve it, it is clear that this temple can no longer be described as being in disrepair.

Stepping into the half-person-high grass field, I put down the bottom of my trousers, which were crumpled, and wrapped in an earthworm that woke up after the rain, struggling to roll into the soil.I knelt down to open the case and looked up to see a plaque leaning against the southeast corner of the temple.

On the plaque, there are three large characters with peeling paint leather "Qingtan Temple".

Obviously, repairing Qingtan Temple is not a job that the leaders attach importance to, otherwise I would not have been sent alone.But it is not so irrelevant, otherwise the unit would not rent a guest house in the town at the foot of the mountain for three months when there is a shortage of technicians, and put me in this dewy and foggy mountain forest.

I took out the information from the box. Qingtan Temple was first built in the early Song Dynasty. It was built against Duji Mountain. It was named after the quiet deep pool behind the temple.The homonym of Duji Mountain is "a lot of goodness", so people who practice Buddhism and Taoism gather here. There is also a Duyuan Temple at the foot of the mountain, which became famous because it was named by the emperor in the late Tang Dynasty.

Compared with the continuous incense at the foot of the mountain, Qingtan Temple can be said to be unattended.

I was putting down the materials I had finished reading, but when I got up, I was flickered by a slight light. I turned my head and looked, and the grass on the right side of the plaque was stained with wet rain and dew, reflecting a secret gleam from the newborn warm sun.

The wind rustled past, and the shimmer seemed to be crushed, faintly revealing the gray things under the grass.

I approached and pushed the weeds away, it was snake skin.

The snake skin was freshly shed, stained with fresh dew, lying domineeringly on the grass of Xi Rongrong, scattered like a mischievous weasel.

A pair of clean hands picked them up, and the beads hanging from the wrists lightly hit the wet lines of the snakeskin.

Mo Shen's eyelashes drooped, and he recited a sentence of Buddha in a low voice.

The sound of bells and drums as heavy as the dusk of the temple came together with the smoke from the firewood. Mo Shen wrapped the snake skin in rags and put it back in the basket full of herbs. He was about to pull up his sleeves and walk back. There was a chuckle: "I have taken other people's things, can't I leave?"

Mo Shen turned his head, and there was a girl sitting on the stone slab, about [-] years old, in white clothes and white clothes, smiling, her face seemed to be immersed in a spring, very watery and very vague.

Mo Shen put his palms together and nodded as a salute, and frowned slightly as a question.

The girl looked at the person in front of her. She was wearing a blue robe that was washed white, and it was crudely and roughly covered on her overly thin torso. Half of her blue hair was tied in a bun, and half was scattered on her shoulders. The loose hair was also extremely neat. Yes, like her overly neat eyebrows and eyes.The only thing that stands out is the cinnabar between the eyebrows, which looks like the extremely gorgeous red lotus in the center of the lake, but makes the face even paler.

The girl's smiling eyes grabbed the prayer beads on her wrist that touched the snakeskin.

"Oh, monk."

Mo Shen lowered his neck slightly, and whispered another sentence of Buddha.

She kept the most appropriate distance between her raised fingertips and her lips, so that the fragrance of the Muzazi Buddha beads lingered from her white fingers to her detached lips.

The girl blinked her eyes and recovered from the ending of her voice, but for a moment, she wondered what she was going to ask, and said: "I am standing in front of you, why are you calling Lord Buddha?"

Mo Shen raised his eyes and looked at her: "I don't know the name of the benefactor?"

"My surname is Lu, and my name is A Li." Lu Li's voice was extremely sweet, with a hint of innocence that didn't know much about the world.

"Lu Li benefactor."

"The benefactor just said that Mo Shen took something from the benefactor, but what is it?" Mo Can looked at her.

Lu Li pointed to the cloth bag in her back basket, bit his lip and thought about the name she just mentioned.

Mo Shen was taken aback, unloaded the basket and took out the snake skin, and said apologetically, "I don't know if it belongs to the benefactor." After saying that, he handed the cloth bag to Lu Li, "It returns to the original owner."

On the cotton cloth was the scent of Saccharomyces chinense, as if it came from her cuffs.

Lu Li took it over and squeezed the soft cloth bag in his hands. He was a real person, but the breath on his fingertips was actually a bit cooler than his own.

The blood of people outside the world of mortals is not hot, so it is not necessarily the blood that is hot, it may be the fireworks of the world.

As Lu Li thought about it, he was speechless for a while.Don't see that she was speechless for a long time, and she was about to leave after chanting a sentence of Buddha.

As soon as he took a step forward, Lu Li asked curiously again, "Is the Lord Buddha annoyed when you recite Buddha's name every day?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Lu Li felt a little regretful. Her voice was so pleasant, if she was the Lord Buddha, she would not be annoyed.

Mo Shen smiled slightly, and the cinnabar between her brows became the misty fireworks of the world of mortals, which made her eyes like clear pools a little hotter. She turned the wooden beads and said softly: "There is a Buddha in my heart, and I am most devout and sincere. angry."

Lu Li didn't quite understand, so he tilted his head and said, "You were chanting Buddha, and you also chanted me just now. Buddha is in your heart, where am I?"

Mo Shen was stunned, the cinnabar mole was clear, making her eyebrows look like distant mountains.

Seeing that she was at a loss for words, Lu Li didn't even think about participating in Laoshizi's Dharma, so he waved his hands away and just put the snake skin in his purse, and asked, "Where is my little master practicing? After half a day of practice, I'm so thirsty, Ah Liruo went to offer it." Incense, I wonder if I can ask for water?"

Mo Shen pursed his thin lips and said, "Qingtan Temple."