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The morning light was still above the hazy mountains, and the ever-changing sea of ​​clouds showed a strange magnificence. Ji Mo was ringing the bell, and the ringing of the bell awakened the deep mountains and the monks in the temple.

There are more and more footsteps, and there are more figures coming and going. The dark red monk clothes are like the flowers dotted in the forest and the Yellow Mountains, with another kind of freshness, which dispels the coldness of the morning and adds a little warmth.

Ji Mo followed the footsteps of the monks to the main hall, stood at the back, and chanted sutras. One person's voice merged into the voices of the monks, as if the curling green smoke flew together into the air.

The aloof Buddha looked down at all living beings and looked up. There was a smile in his benevolent brows and eyes. He smiled at the common people, or put all the joys and sorrows in the world into a smile.

After the morning class, I walked out of the main hall and went to my room to pack my luggage. The application for leaving the temple has already been sent up, and I am leaving today.

"Brother, do you really want to leave? Brother's knowledge, it's good to stay and become a monk in this temple!"

The junior brother who came to see him off said so, with a look of reluctance on his face, holding the hand of the burden, not knowing whether to hand it over or to keep it.

"I have left all the scriptures I can, and I have to go to other places to see. I will fulfill Master's wish."

Ji Mo said with a smile.

"Is that so..."

Hearing what he said, the young junior couldn't say anything more, so he sent him out with his bag.

When they walked out of the gate of the temple, they made palms together to say goodbye to each other. The long stairs led straight down the mountain. Ji Mo took two steps, looked back, and did not put palms together again. "From now on, it will be a person's way."

The burden on the shoulders seems to be a little heavier for no reason, heavy.

Guangji's lifelong wish is to be able to gather all the scriptures, regardless of whether there are errors or not, to gather them together, and let the eminent monks in Fahua Temple make an assessment. This wishful wish, Ji Mo has always known, so, at the end It is also natural to agree.

That is to say, after agreeing, the professional knowledge points are full.

That last point came so abruptly, Ji Mo recalled repeatedly, and could only think that he had promised to help Guangji pass on the scriptures back home, so he got this last point.

The preacher, ah, pass on the scriptures!

So, working hard all your life, is he just a tool man for preaching the scriptures?

This inexplicable sense of familiarity is a bit like the feeling of a guardian, an old tool man!

In any case, this requirement is simpler than belief, and it will not be too demanding, so Ji Mo has nothing to be picky about.

Calculating the route of Guangji, it will take 30 to [-] years to return from here, and there must be no changes in it, otherwise, it will take even longer.

Calculating his age again, Ji Mo felt that it would be good if he could reach Fahua Temple before his white teeth fell out, and he didn't need to expect too much for the rest.

Looking east from the mountainside, you can see the vague outline of the city. That is the capital, the capital of the Central Plains court. I don’t know what kind of prosperous scene it is. It seems that it is close at hand, but...

"Although Liang Yuan is not his hometown, the prosperity and prosperity are beyond sight, and there is no need to miss it whether you look at it or not."

Ji Mo took a deep breath, the fresh air in the mountains refreshed his heart, and the faint air-conditioning pierced his body, making him feel refreshed, and his steps quickened a bit, so let's just turn around, there is no need to go to the capital to waste time , of no benefit to oneself.

The most critical reason is that if you touch your pocket with both hands, you have no money!

In the ancient environment, you can’t ask too much in many cases. Most of the time when you were poor, Ji Mo didn’t eat leftovers. The problem is that you don’t dislike your own leftovers. But he has become a monk in this life, and he is destined to be a monk who eats leftovers.

Walking the world on alms alms, it sounds good, but it really is... Ji Mo remembers the deeds of Zong Shan he had heard before, and he had planned it long ago, with a hundred monks and a hundred skills, and if others did it, he could do it too.

What Ji Mo sells are paintings. His painting skills have been certified by the system. He is a painter at the level of a painter. He is not well-known in this world. It cannot be sold cheaply.

In particular, I am very embarrassed to say it, but Ji Mo did make a little fake, using the technique of a restorer to fake it, which can be called a professional-level fake. No matter who sees that painting, they will treat it as an ancient painting. There is an "ancient", in terms of price, naturally it cannot be the same as modern paintings.

"Amitabha, sin is sin."

When Ji Mo thought of what he was going to do, he felt a little guilty. Fortunately, he didn't plan to cheat ordinary people, but planned to send this ancient painting with good professional skills to a pawn shop. Generally speaking, it can be regarded as black eating black, and the conscience will not be too uneasy.

In any case, the value of the painting is still there, and the rest is the value of time estimated by the world. He should pay less attention to this part of the "fake", so it is not so excessive.

"I can't help it. It's fine if I don't eat meat. I always eat leftovers. Amitabha, the monk also wants to eat better."

Finally, after explaining to himself, Ji Mo walked into the largest pawnshop in the area.

It took a quarter of an hour, and when he came out again, Ji Mo had already sold the Zen-like ancient painting with a famous brush for a suitable price, the kind that would never be redeemed again.

With this money, it will be much easier to travel again. At least accommodation and meals, it is always easier to buy directly with the money than alms. If there is such a kind-hearted benefactor, I am willing to order an extra dish for him when he eats , to indicate that the other party is treating guests, Ji Mo will also say "Amitabha", and then recite the scriptures for the other party several times during evening class, which can be regarded as praying for him.

Ji Mo has never been to Fahua Temple, and what he knows is the route that Guangji once said. As time goes by, those routes are likely to change.

To give a simple example, if there is a famine year and the people flee from the famine, when the famine is over and the government comes to resettle them, the first choice will be to settle the people at the original site, but if there is a problem with the original site itself, they will change to another address , even with the division of the fields, it may not be the same as before.

There are also some changes in place names. In this regard, the emperor has no control over the villages. If the people who live in this village or that village change, the names may change. There are also problems such as the establishment of new villages with new names. , it is impossible to completely repeat Guangji's route.

Furthermore, Ji Mo is not as stubborn as Guangji. He knows that there is a famine ahead, but he insists on moving forward. The other party is for faith, and the road he walks is the road of faith, the road of practice, and the road of practice. Ji Mo didn't pay that much attention to the road, so could it be that I can't practice if I turn a corner?

There is a reason for practicing, cultivating the mind, and straightening the mind. You don't have to go straight to get through. You can also reach the destination by driving in a curve.

Without Guangji by his side, Ji Mo has less constraints in doing things, at least he doesn't have to worry about how to explain his woodcarving skills are so good, even though Guangji didn't ask much before, Ji Mo didn't dare to reveal it all. Do something, but also express gratitude to the kindness of the benefactor, and specially made a small gift to repay, which can be regarded as a testament to the retribution of Buddhism.

Poor monks and rich monks show completely different attitudes when they walk. Ji Mo will also place orders when he encounters temples. Some scriptures written silently, along the way, I painted paintings when I had no money. In order to sell the paintings at a high price, I had to do some tricks on the paintings to make them more like antiques.

When doing this for the first time, Ji Mo was still uneasy. He was very ashamed of his former master. They taught him so much, not to make him cheat. But, this kind of thing, I have to say, in exchange Money is really fragrant!

When he did it for the second time, Ji Mo had a lot less psychological burden. Anyway, his method of deception is high, and he doesn’t have to damage the painting to fake it. He uses a special paint layer to add one or two vicissitudes of life. It will not completely ruin the quality of the painting.

It can even be euphemistically called "Antique Paintings", what is wanted is the mottled feeling of time, if it must be said, it can also be said to revive the ancient meaning, it is not a blind pursuit of money, but also some artistic attainments.

The third time, practice makes perfect, and at the same time, when weighing one's own burden, one is also a little more satisfied, don't try to dress well, eat well, at least don't wrong yourself too much, in life, who are you saving for?

Even if the Buddha knew it, seeing that he has such ability and is not extravagant, he should also smile with relief.

the fourth time……

Ji Mo consciously creates ancient paintings with a bottom line. In order to save some paint, all he paints are "Zen-like paintings". You don't need much brush and ink, and once the artistic conception comes out, you have everything.Under the hanging branches, the fallen flowers are scattered, and the monk hangs his eyes together, as if he is chanting scriptures; on the cliff, the sea of ​​clouds is like looking at him, and the monk's monk clothes are elegant, as if he is looking out; beside the long table, the candle is flickering, and the monk reads silently to the scriptures, with the rosary in his hand, It seems to be reciting silently... One after another, paintings of the same type keep appearing. When Ji Mo walked into the pawn shop for the sixth time and took out the paintings, the court inspector who inspected the paintings smiled after seeing them: "Needless to say, I know this painting. It must be..."

The following series of introductions turned out to be Ji Mo's fabricated history for the painting. The false claim was made by a certain eminent monk of a certain dynasty and generation.

"Yes, exactly."

In addition to being astonished, Ji Mo, with a little embarrassment, spread the falsehood as the truth, and it was believed by the world, Amitabha, sin, sin.

The price of dead pawns has always been very sincere. After walking out of this pawn shop, Ji Mo sighed softly. He can no longer be an ancient painting, and not all people in the world are fools. A genre of painting is deceived for a while, but can it be deceived? In one life, if a wise person sees the clues, and then goes to the bottom of it, it may be difficult to cover up his own behavior.

"Forget it, walk more in the future and take less car rides."

The monk hitchhiked without giving money, bad review!It's a pity that my conscience in the monk world doesn't have the money to give praise!Ji Mo shook his head slightly, that's all.