A knife in love

Chapter 2986

The gray-clothed old man stopped for a while, sighed, and then continued: "The stone in the monk's hand hit the left hand of the man holding the porch pillar, and the man let out a scream of pain, and immediately let go. He opened his arms hugging the pillars, and only heard a "plop", the man had already fallen heavily to the ground. Several young monks took the opportunity to pounce on them, kicked and beat, and dragged the man to the yard middle.

"At this time, two more young novice monks ran out from the wing room, one of them was carrying a roll of tattered luggage, the other was holding a wooden box in both hands, walked up to the monk, and whispered a few words. The monk glanced at the luggage and the wooden box, with a look of disdain on his face, he sneered, and said, "I'm afraid these rags are worthless, so what do you want them for?Bring it to this poor man and let him carry it on the road! "

After hearing the monk's words, the two young novice monks agreed and threw the luggage and wooden box into the yard.The luggage fell to the ground and immediately scattered. After the box hit the ground, the lid of the box shattered and turned over on the ground. The books, inkstones, pens and papers in the box were scattered everywhere.

"Seeing this, the man who was dragged into the courtyard by several young novice monks didn't care about the pain in his hands. He got up from the ground desperately, and chased after the white papers full of words that were blown up by the wind. The monk stood on the stone steps and saw the man desperately chasing the paper with a look of disdain on his face. He said with a sneer, this is a monastery, not a shantang. I have been waiting for more than half a year and still refused to leave, which caused a lot of trouble for the monastery. If the great monk in the monastery did not see you as pitiful and refused to drive you away, my Buddha would have beaten you to death. If you are more sensible, leave the monastery immediately , Otherwise, Master Ben will get annoyed and burn all your tattered books and papers with a fire. Let's see what you still use to write!
"The man only cared about chasing the pieces of paper, and didn't care about the monk's cynicism. Although the old man is not a scholar, he respects the scholar with real talent and learning the most in his life. He saw that the man refused to throw away the paper with words written on it even though his clothes were torn. I don't have any long belongings, but I still carry a box of books. I thought to myself that this person looks like a scholar who is full of knowledge and has no ambitions. When the old man was thinking, he only heard the monk sneer and said, don't hurry to put this The poor were driven out of the monastery, so that no pilgrims would come to the temple to rejoice. Seeing this poor, I couldn't help feeling disgusted in my heart, I was afraid that the money for charity would be much less.

"Several young monks listened to the monk's order, and immediately surrounded the man. Some grabbed his arms, some hugged his thighs, and even lifted the man up. Although these young monks He is young and lacks strength, and the man is still struggling desperately. It stands to reason that it is extremely difficult to do it with the strength of these young monks. However, the man is thin and pale, and he can tell his bones at a glance Er is extremely weak, and most of them have not had enough food, and he has no strength in his hands and body, so even though he is a full head taller than the young monks, he was unable to resist the little monks and was lifted up by the little monks. , go straight to the corner door on the right."

The gray-clothed old man sighed again when he said this, and then continued: "The old man stood aside, watching the man struggling desperately, begging the little novice and the monk to keep him in the temple, but what he got in return was the monk's insults." Unable to bear the beating with the little novice, he walked quickly to the monk, took out a silver ingot from his pocket, and quietly stuffed it into his hand, and lied that he had agreed to ask the man to write a letter for the old man, please The monk made an exception and allowed the man to stay in the temple for a few more days, and the ingot of silver was counted as the meal money for the man's overnight stay in the temple.

"The monk was a greedy person. Holding the silver in his hand, he immediately changed his face and ordered several young monks to carry the man back. He scolded the man and said a few words to the old man. Good words, just took a few young novice monks and left the backyard triumphantly. Seeing the monk walked out of the backyard, the old man hurriedly helped the man who was thrown on the ground by the little novice. The man looked anxious and thanked the old man. Then he turned around and hurriedly picked up the scattered books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"Seeing that he regards pen, ink, paper and inkstone as treasures, the old man admired him more and more. He had nothing to do, so he helped him pack his scattered luggage and books, and moved them all back to the wing room where he lived. When the old man saw him There is only one bed, one table, and one chair in the wing room, and nothing else is empty. I thought to myself, this temple is so huge, and there are no less than dozens of wing rooms for pilgrims in the backyard. I am afraid that this poor scholar lives The room is the most shabby one. When the old man was thinking, the man had already put the luggage and the wooden box in order, and then straightened the torn clothes and bowed to the old man to thank him.

"The old man hastily helped him up, but he didn't expect that his face suddenly turned pale, he swayed a few times, fell to the ground, and then passed out. The old man has been traveling all over the world for many years, and he has a little knowledge of medicine. He knows this person at a glance. After being hungry for a long time, he was beaten by some young monks just now. Although he was not seriously injured, he was shocked and frightened. It's just that this person's body is too weak. If he doesn't take care of it in the future, he will get sick frequently, and he might die of a sudden illness one day.

"After helping the man to the bed, the old man hurried back to his residence, took two pieces of glutinous rice cakes as dry food from the skin bag he carried with him, and broke the glutinous rice cakes into small pieces the size of a finger. , put these sugar cake pieces into the cup, melt them with tea, and feed the sugar cake water into the mouth spoon by spoonful. After the man drank half a bowl of tea made from glutinous rice sugar cake, he slowly opened his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at me blankly. After a long while, he remembered what had happened before, with an embarrassed expression on his face. Seeing that he was about to speak, the old man waved his hand hastily, signaling him not to speak, and then told him It is good to rest, and after a good night's sleep, then eat slowly, so as to keep your body safe.

"After the old man told him a few words, he took his leave and left. Although the old man felt pity for this man's experience, there are many people in the world who are depressed and unhappy. Although the old man knows that these people's fate is bad, they can only die in the wild mountains The deserted village is often lamented, but one's power is limited and one cannot rescue everyone. Besides, although this person is in a difficult situation, after all, he is in good health. He only needs to rest for a day or two before he can leave the monastery on his own. The monk got the old man's help Yin Zi, I won’t come to trouble him in a few days, so don’t worry about him anymore. The old man still has important things to do, and he can only stay in the temple for one night at most. He has to leave the temple early tomorrow morning and go to Suzhou City to handle errands .”

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