Am I the one who was wronged?

There is a mountain in the village, and there is a temple on the mountain.

There is a young monk in the temple who is leading the old monks to do morning lessons.

The old monks were a little absent-minded, and stretched their necks to listen to the movement outside.

The name of the mountain is Tuyuan Mountain, and the name of the temple is Tuyuan Temple, which is on the top of Tuyuan Mountain.

At an altitude of more than 1000 meters, there is only one road that can lead to the top of the mountain. It is winding, and there is one more bend than the [-]th bend.

It used to be a small mountain road, and people had to rely on their legs to go up and down.

Going down the mountain, the legs can walk half an inch thicker, with all kinds of back pain and leg cramps, no one cares about running down the mountain.

Later, a big local tyrant, because he owed favors to the temple, built a concrete road on Tuyuan Mountain with a big wave of his hand.

It's very wide, at least three feet wide!

Looking at that road, the host was very happy, took out the coffin book he saved, bought a small pickup truck and drove it.

On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, people were sent to drive down the mountain to purchase supplies.

Today is the first day of May, the spring is bright outside, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the weather is fine. It is a good day to drive a pickup down the mountain for shopping and take a stroll.

There was a room full of people doing morning classes, knocking wooden fish in their hands, and chanting scriptures in their mouths.

But his eyes were secretly looking outside, and his mind didn't know where he went.

Only the leading young monk, with his eyes slightly closed, was concentrating on knocking on the wooden fish, his lips were also tightly closed, and there was no sound of chanting sutras.

If it weren't for the sound of knocking wooden fish, "Du", "Du" and "Du", the rhythm would not have been chaotic from the beginning of the morning class to the end of the morning class.

It didn't look like he was doing morning class, but he seemed to be dozing off.

The sun has risen a little, and the light shines through the glass windows into the hall where the morning class is held, and the brightest beam falls on the little monk who is knocking on the wooden fish.

The morning sun fell, coating his delicate and delicate face with a faint glow, and there were fine shimmering circles around it.

The skin color also showed a clear jade white, as if special effects were added in the later stage, the indescribable treasure appearance was solemn, and the aura was clear.

After the last knock of the wooden fish, the little monk opened his eyes, clasped his hands together and bowed to everyone in the hall, stood up and walked outside.

A fat monk followed quickly behind him, "Uncle a lawyer, go slowly."

They all stopped in their tracks, stared at him in silence, and signaled that he had something to say.

The fat monk was really fat, his whole body was chubby, and he was sweating after just two steps. He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, panting, "Are you going down the mountain?"

They all raised their palms up and waved them left and right in front of them, indicating that he would not go down the mountain.

Seeing that he was not going to go down the mountain, the fat monk found the backbone and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's fine if you don't go down the mountain, that's how things are, yesterday the host took an order.

It's a bit tricky to deal with, the host said, I have to ask you to come forward to show it, you see, it's almost summer, and our temple doesn't have money to buy summer clothes yet.

Although it's cool on the mountain, you can't go out to farm in spring clothes. "

Today is not the same as in the past, prices are rising rapidly, every kind of food is money.

Relying on alms and farming alone has long been unable to support the monks in the temple.

Their Tuyuan Mountain is remote and there are not many tourist attractions, so they can't collect entrance fees.

But they are so anxious to host, their beards are turning white, and they are thinking of ways to earn money all day long.

I often receive orders for chanting sutras and doing transcendence.

In general, other people in the temple are allowed to do things.

If you can't handle it, just pass it to Yiyi.

Hearing what he said, they all raised their eyes to look at the sun in the sky, it was indeed a bit vicious, and it looked like a midsummer.

The monks are not in the realm, they can't be cold and hot, and the scorching heat is hard to endure. After all, they are all his juniors in name. After thinking about it for a while, they nodded and accepted the matter.

When the fat monk saw him nodding, he immediately jumped three feet high, "Okay, I'll bring them here right now, they're staying in the guest house, uncle, please wait a moment."

As he spoke, he quickly ran to pick up the people, and quickly picked up the people who lived in the guest house last night, and led them along the mountain road to the same courtyard.

Talking loudly while walking, "I'm not bragging, let alone in our town, county, even if you go to the provincial capital, you can't find a master master as powerful as my uncle.

He has practiced closed-mouthed meditation with his master since he was a child. If he fails to do closed-mouthed meditation for a day, he will not speak for a day. Look, look, how much perseverance and determination are needed.

No matter how much trouble you two encounter, there is nothing my uncle can't solve. You two saw the road up the mountain, it was built for my uncle. "

The middle-aged man behind him understood and smiled formulaically, "We have also heard about the reputation of Tuyuan Temple, otherwise we wouldn't have come all the way here.

Don't worry, if the master of your temple can really solve my troubles, money will not be a problem. At that time, I will pay to reshape the golden body of the Buddha and rebuild the Tuyuan Temple. "

The fat monk's eyes widened, and he thought to himself that this is a big fat sheep!

He moved two minutes faster, took two steps, then turned around and reminded him in a low voice, "My uncle practices closed-mouth meditation, so he won't talk to you."

Uncle Shi is highly respected, but he is in charge of the reception in the temple. He has to make people feel at home and willing to pay for sesame oil!

The man was neatly dressed, wearing a suit jacket on a hot day, and he looked serious when he heard the words, "Don't worry, we were also introduced by someone, and we were prepared for this."

Seeing his seriousness, the fat monk was a little puzzled. You need to tell me what preparations are needed.

My uncle doesn't talk, it's not just ignoring people.

Not long after he was curious, he knocked on the door and led someone in when he arrived at his destination.

If it’s a yard, it’s not really a yard. There are only two houses, and a field is surrounded by a fence in front, where flowers and plants are planted.

There is a peach tree on the left, and a stone table is placed under the tree.

There was a teapot on the table, and a young monk sat behind the table. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was white, tender, delicate and handsome.

Just as he was pouring tea from a teapot, the fat monk stood outside and introduced in a low voice, "This is my uncle, a lawyer."

The middle-aged man in a suit was stunned. He had to be guided to Master Yiyi from Tuyuan Temple to solve some unspeakable problems. The person who introduced him swore.

It is said that Master Yiyi's Dharma is boundless, and he must be at his fingertips, but the one in front of him may be too young.

Are you 15 years old, white and tender, looking like a rich young man who just entered junior high school.

This little monk...is he really the legendary, highly respected Master Yi? !No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like it at all!

He couldn't help doubting, and it showed on his face, the fat monk saw it, and secretly clicked his tongue, why do these people like to judge people by their appearance so much.

With a cough, he reminded softly, "Don't look at my uncle as young, he is serious and profound in Buddhism. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop."

The middle-aged man in a suit came to his senses. He had already come here by secret passage, so he could only act like a dead horse doctor, and gave the person behind him a look.

The man understood, took out a pen and paper from his bag, and handed it to him.

The middle-aged man took the pen and paper, sat down on the stone bench, unfolded the white paper, and under the strange eyes of the fat monk, lowered his head and wrote brushily.

"A lawyer, I was introduced by Mr. Wang, and I'm here if you need anything."

After finishing writing, he pushed the white paper to Yiyi, and took it into his hand to read it carefully. The corners of his mouth could not help but twitch, and he reached out to dig in the bag next to him.

After digging for a long time, I found a ten-inch tablet.

After placing it on the stone table, I started to type with nimble fingers. After a while of typing sound of "da da da", I showed the tablet to a middle-aged man.

I saw a sentence typed on it, "You can't speak?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and took a pen to write, "Yes."

Yiyi looked at him even more strangely, dragged the tablet over, and continued typing "da da da", "Then why don't you just say it."

The middle-aged man read it, bowed his head and wrote, "I..."

As soon as the word "I" was written, I suddenly realized, yes, why didn't he speak, it was Master Yiyi who practiced closed mantra, not him.

He coughed twice in embarrassment, "Cough, cough!"

Pretending to be nonchalant, he put away the pen and paper, pretending that nothing happened just now, and began to talk about the troubles he encountered.

The middle-aged man's surname is Hu. He is considered successful in his career and can be called □□. A few days ago, □□ went to Taiguo for a trip and was taken by a friend to buy a ruby.

It was a typical garnet red, and it had a very good appearance. He brought it back and gave it to someone else. As a result, the man was wearing a ruby ​​necklace and died suddenly at home in less than half a month.

He died unnaturally, and the forensic doctor could not find out the cause of death. He didn't pay attention to this matter at first, until the ruby ​​necklace appeared in his clothes out of thin air.

He was discovered by another person and pestered him to leave. Coincidentally, the second person wearing the ruby ​​necklace also died at home in exactly the same way.

What frightened everyone was that after the second person died, not only the police followed him, but the ruby ​​necklace...it appeared in his clothes again!

They all held teacups, drank tea and listened to stories, held the tablet and tapped, "Did you bring the gemstone necklace?"

□□Nod quickly, "Bring it, bring it."

He took out the sky necklace from his pocket and handed it to Yiyi, holding the necklace and looking at the sun, he shook his head slightly.

Where is this garnet red? This is clearly pigeon blood red.

It's just that other pigeon's blood rubies are very clear and clean, but this ruby ​​is slightly ominous.

He reached into the bag again, and after digging for a long time, he took out a small brass incense burner.

He took out another thin stick of incense and waved to the fat monk.

The fat monk hurried over, took out the lighter, lit the stick of incense, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Seeing that the incense was smoking, Yiyi threw the necklace into it.

He clapped his hands, indicating that the job is over, and the work can be called off. The fat monk hurriedly explained, "□□, even if you have finished dealing with this gem, please come here."

It means that you come with me, let's talk about reshaping the golden body for the Buddha.

□□Looked stunned, glanced at Yiyi, and then at the fat monk.

Just... that's it? !

Why does it look so much like a liar, cheating him of money?

The fat monk became unhappy, "What do you think this incense burner is, it is a treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years in our Tuyuan Temple, and it is very precious.

There's nothing evil it can't hold back!If you don't believe it, you can just stay in the temple and see if the gemstone goes into your clothes, isn't it all right? "

□□As soon as he heard that this made sense, he nodded quickly, "Then don't bother me, I live in the temple for a few days, just to cultivate my moral character and cultivate my sentiment."

The fat monk secretly tut, fear of death is fear of death, self-cultivation, cultivation of character.

If anyone can't tell, did you give that necklace to your lover successively? !

Hmph, they are monks, and they keep pace with the times.

They all held their teacups and continued to keep silent, drinking tea quietly.

The fat monk took □□ to the guest house to stay, and turned around to look for Yili, "Uncle, if you need anything, I'll go down the mountain and buy it for you. I can't eat big watermelons."

They all put down their teacups, looked calm, and took out a note full of shopping lists in their bag.

The fat monk took it, turned around and left, "Okay, I'll buy it for you!"

Uncle Shi is the living God of Wealth of their Tuyuan Temple, so he has to take good care of him!

Before the pot of tea was finished, the fat monk went back and forth, the fat all over his body shaking, his face full of surprise, "Uncle lawyer! Another rich man came to the temple!"

They all waved their hands and lazily walked back, indicating that he didn't want to work today.

The surprise on the fat monk's face became heavier, "It's not a list, they said, they are your parents."

Always, "..."? !What are parents!