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50 years.

In the Sutra Pavilion of Fahua Temple, Tongji stepped on a ladder to place a scripture book. The ladder was in disrepair for a long time, and a crossbar was rotten. It made a creaking sound when it went up, and stepped on it when it came down. Unpredictably, Tongji slid down the ladder and fell to the ground. He fell down with the ladder and smashed the bookshelf next to him, making a loud noise.

"what happened?"

A young monk who heard the voice came over. Seeing Tongji who had fallen and the crooked ladder, he hurried to help the ladder first, walked in, and then tried to help Tongji up. The bookshelf looked a bit difficult, but a smile of nothing had happened on his face, and he looked at the monk who came to help.

"Uncle Master should also be careful, don't look at how old you are, and still climb up and down like this. If you need anything, just tell me, and I will help."

The young monk scolded a few words, but he didn't neglect his hands. He helped Tongji up and helped him brush the dust off his monk's robe.

"Tongji is getting old too!"

Looking at Ji Mo, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Tongji's skin was still smooth and tender back then, but now he is an old skin full of spots and wrinkles, but Tolai's handsome face when he was young, is not so old when he is old. Appearing vulgar, still kind-hearted, more friendly, no longer such a silly feeling.

Tongji smiled at the young monk, didn't say "ahhh", and didn't make some unsystematic "sign language" gestures with him. He just smiled, put his hands together, and moved his lips, as if silently reciting a Buddha's name .

"What else does the uncle need to take, I will help the uncle."

The young monk spoke quickly, and he was about to move the ladder.

Tongji pulled him and waved his hands again and again to express his disapproval. The young monk just didn't listen. Seeing that he was going to get the scriptures and asked them one by one, Tongji could only smile helplessly, took a few scriptures on the table, and made a "" "Insert into the bookshelf" gesture, let him understand that this is to put books on it.

The two monks, one handing the books and the other stepping on the ladder to put them up, cooperated very well, and quickly put all the scriptures on the bookshelf.

"This is the scriptures written silently by my uncle? Actually, there are not so many of them. I don't think many of them have been read here..."

The young monk sighed at this point, as if thinking of something, he told Tongji about the recent bad incense in Fahua Temple, and said that the number of scriptures given to benefactors in previous years was not enough, but this year there were very few gifts. However, the monks in the temple have been copying scriptures, forming a backlog.

The most important thing is that most of the scriptures at this time are hand-copied, which is a waste of pen and ink!

In ancient times, these pens, inks, papers and inkstones were the most expensive. In addition, to copy scriptures, in order to express pious belief, it is impossible to use crude paper and ink. Those who only go out but not in feel a little unaffordable.

But these words cannot be said. If monks are not allowed to copy scriptures, isn’t this the same as preventing people from practicing?

Cutting off one's practice is like killing one's parents, it must not be tolerated.

"It would have been okay if it was earlier years, these years, it's really..."

The young monk should also know the scenery of Fahua Temple in its early years. Speaking of which, the most recent time he talked about was actually the time when Ji Mo returned from preaching the scriptures.

The reputation is always getting bigger and bigger, bigger and wider. Originally, Ji Mo's reputation came from the caravan. Firstly, Ji Mo really helped, and secondly, they also wanted to pack Ji Mo up. Knocking bricks to be able to knock on higher doors.

When Fahua Temple believed in these propaganda and continued to expand the propaganda, Ji Mo seemed to have the appearance of a generation of eminent monks, and even his master Guangji, because of the reason that he had already passed away, or because of such a great wish, was even more successful. He became a de facto eminent monk and left a strong mark in Buddhism.

In comparison, Ji Mo is still somewhat unknown.

However, that grand gathering of scriptures still made Fahua Temple famous for a while, not to mention becoming the leader of Buddhism, at least it was also a star in the first echelon.

Unfortunately, it cannot last.

Other temples will not always be unknown, coupled with Taoism's competing beliefs, and local officials' beliefs and disbeliefs, in short, Fahua Temple, which has no text after the Buddhist scriptures, is once again unknown.

It is naturally a feeling of deteriorating when it is reflected in the incense.

The young monk spoke loudly, Tong Ji just kept smiling, Ji Mo looked at it, and understood that this might be somewhat exaggerated, and the situation is not that bad.

He knew Tongji well. If it really came to the situation that the young monk said, Tongji would not keep such a "large number" of copying books. More than anyone else, he didn't want to cause trouble for others.

The young monk should be sent to replace Tongji in managing the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He can always be seen helping Tongji do this and that. What to do is just not good at all, no morals, no matter what you do, you always have to complain a few sentences, making anyone look like this person is full of resentment and chatters at every turn.

In fact, from Ji Mo's point of view, this young monk is still very good. No matter what he does, he has achieved practical results, and he will not cheat or play tricks. Even if he has complaints, he has never been perfunctory. Feeling, just not forgiving in the mouth.

Paired with the dumb Tongji, no one argues with him, but they get along very well without any conflicts.

Under the sun, Tongji, who was sitting by the window, was bathed in the sun and smiled. That way, for some reason, made Ji Mo think of the fat monk in the small temple where he was originally, the fat monk who guarded the Buddhist scriptures pavilion , now... that's all.

[Please select the time, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years...]

"100."

The Sutra Pavilion doesn’t seem to have changed much, some of the wood is old, and there have been some changes in the number of scriptures. Not just this set, there are two or three sets of the same, enough to see.

Ji Mo looked at the two or three sets of handwriting, and he knew that it was written by Tongji just by looking at the words on the books. Looking at the others, at some point, the distribution of scriptures on the bookshelf changed. On the upper floor where few people turn over, Tongji's is below him, and below that are other more complicated scriptures that can't be seen by anyone's handwriting.

Ordinary people who come to read the scriptures will not deliberately step on the ladder to climb up and down. If they can reach out to the desired scriptures, they will not deliberately pick and choose the same one above. The shelf life of the scriptures has been extended invisibly.

"Brother, come and help me, there are a lot of scriptures."

Someone greeted them outside, and the monks in the Sutra Pavilion went out to help bring in some scriptures, piles of them, all of which were printed editions.

"Why so many?!"

The monk was amazed. Generally speaking, the scriptures are still copied a lot, and suddenly there are so many printed ones...

"It wasn't Princess Yunhua who donated it, and she didn't say to donate some money, it's all useless..."

"Senior brother be careful!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by someone, and a young monk in brown robes turned out from behind a certain bookshelf in the depths of the Sutra Library.

The young monk was extremely handsome, even if it was an ugly color like brown, when he wore it, he seemed instantly extraordinary.

Seeing him, the other monks stopped talking, and even stopped moving the scriptures. They waited for the young monk to walk out of the scripture pavilion and completely out of their sight, before the scripture pavilion became lively again.

The little stories that have been suppressed for a long time come one after another.

Ji Mo also listened to the gossip on the side. This young monk is the son of a certain Marquis. I don’t know what’s wrong. He ran to this Fahua Temple to become a monk incognito, and the elders of the temple didn't check him for a while, so they directly took him under the gate wall.

Well, this can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest. Years ago, Lord Hou sent someone over, and it was fine if this one blocked him back. As a result, Princess Yunhua came immediately. It is said that if this one does not leave home, the two of them should Talk about getting married.

Cough, there is no engagement, there should be no engagement, but everyone knows that Princess Yunhua likes the son of Lord Hou. At that time, everyone thought it would be sooner or later. The Lord asked for a marriage, but this one hid out and became a monk. It is really unpredictable.

What's more, I didn't expect that Princess Yunhua would chase after everyone so far away. That move clearly refused to give up, even if she didn't show her love publicly, but in this case, Princess Yunhua would have to marry someone else if she wanted to. Impossible, ruined reputation!

It is rare for an ancient woman to be able to do this, even if she has the dignity of a princess.

Although Ji Mo has been a monk all his life, he has no intention of breaking the marriage at all, on the contrary, he is a little happy to see it succeed, and monks can also return to vulgarity. It may be said that the last couple are really lovers of joy.

In Fahua Temple, apparently many people also held the same view.

"If a woman treats me like this, I will definitely return to vulgarity!"

Some monks spoke and revealed their hearts.

Others looked sideways, but they didn't say anything strange. It's really hard to say how pious I am until something happens in the matter of belief.

"Fahua Temple has become famous because of it."

Other temples did not dare to accept them, so they did. Then Princess Yunhua was provoked, and the scriptures donated batch after batch were not scriptures, they were clearly love letters.

Thinking about that young monk, every time he reads the scriptures and thinks about the origin of the scriptures, can he still calm down and read a scripture and think about the Buddha?

Princess Yunhua didn't chase after the mountain gate to show her love, and didn't flirt with the young monk, but with the delivery of scriptures, monk's clothes and other things, as well as the famous ever-burning lamp, he was afraid that the other party would not remember who he was?It's clever.

"It's also interesting." Evaluating like this, Ji Mo regretted that because of this fate, he was unable to see what the Yunhua princess looked like, and whether he was a good match for the young monk.