Yu Jun

Chapter 4 Listen to a song

The monk looked away, took out an account book and three coins and put them on the table, and looked at Wu Jin.

"How is your father?"

"Master Lao is concerned, he has passed the test of life and death."

"Amitabha." The monk said aloud, and took out three taels of scattered silver and put it on the table.

"My little monk just went to the right day when your father worked. He has been working for three months, and there are still 25 days of unpaid accounts. One day is two hundred cash. After deducting 620 cash for tea and rice, it should be two rounds plus [-] five. Wen, Master said to add an integer to you, a total of three guan, you look at the account."

"Okay." Wu Jin really took the account book, and looked at it carefully in the dark sky.

The monk was also a little surprised when he saw this—ordinary people who came to pay their wages either did not read the account, or looked at it casually to show their trust in the temple. It was the first one to read it so seriously.

Wu Jin watched carefully, starting from the first day Wu's father went to work, until he saw the fingerprints of Wu's father's last time when he was paid, and there was no mistake or omission in the middle, and then continued to count down the days when he was not paid.

After the calculation was correct, he put the account book on the table and smoothed it out, and said to the monk: "Master's calculation is not bad, it can be written off."

The monk thought it would be good to do the calculations face to face, so as not to come back later, he took out a small piece of lead, and drew a black silk column on the side of the column of Wu's father in the account book, using this as a boundary.

After painting, he took out two large ingots of silver and handed them to Wu Jin: "We are sorry for your father's mistake, but fortunately he is still alive, and there are not many that can be taken out of the temple, so you just take it."

After Wu Jin thanked him solemnly, he said again: "I heard from the workers that your father broke a finger of the Bodhisattva when he was digging the Avalokitesvara statue in the grotto, and that's why the Bodhisattva sent tribulations to punish him. Let your father not feel any resentment in his heart."

After hearing this, Wu Jin smiled ugly.

Are the father's two legs not as good as the one finger of the stone statue?

And Mo Lingfeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "That Bodhisattva's mind is really small."

Wu Jin's heart suddenly relaxed, and there was a wave in his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly felt the value of Mo Lingfeng - if she wanted to protect anyone, she would even say something to the gods and Buddhas.

The two of them just met by chance, and she defended her like this, no wonder her brother loves her so much.

She was childish, and the monk didn't care about her, so he only typed a few Zen words in a vague way, and told them to go down the mountain quickly, there was still time to go down the mountain.

Wu Jin quickly collected the money, picked up the burden, and led Mo Lingfeng out.

When the sky first changed, the people and workers who came to worship Guanyin had already left, and only the two of them stayed. At first, they went smoothly, but once they walked out of the mountain gate, the sky changed again.

The wild wind was astonishing, black clouds pressed overhead, and the water in the gorge had already surged before the rain fell.

Wu Jin knew that she couldn't leave for a while, the gate of the temple was not closed yet, so she made a decisive decision and took Mo Lingfeng to the Tianwang Hall with big strides. She never thought that the gate of the Tianwang Hall had been closed, so she could only sit on the ground on the porch.

Mo Lingfeng looked around, looking for a place to sit, Wu Jin took off the sweater she was wearing and spread it on the stone foundation outside the threshold: "The stone is cool, sit on the clothes."

After Mo Lingfeng sat down, he put the two baskets down again, and the two baskets faced the two of them with dark holes, protecting them from the wind and rain.

Just settled down, it started to rain.

The rain was very heavy, and the wind was also strong, as if it wanted to take Xiongshan Temple away, the sound of water in the canyon was even more torrential, and the waves crashed against the cliff, making an earth-shattering sound.

Wu Jin tightly held the two baskets, wishing that Mo Lingfeng would roll into a ball and roll into the baskets, so as not to blow her to pieces.

It rained heavily for more than four quarters of an hour, the rain was a little bit lighter, and the sound of the wind was also quieter, and they could hear the long cries from the stomachs of the two of them.

Mo Lefeng couldn't help laughing: "Does it look like you're singing in antiphonal song?"

Wu Jin listened carefully, and also found it funny. The two people's bellies were coming and going, and they refused to give in to each other, which seemed to be a competition.

Moments later, the hungry Mo Lingfeng untied a cloth bag from his waist: "I'll blow the xun for you."

Wu Jin thought it was a spice bag, but she didn't expect a goose egg-sized Tao Xun to come out of it, and she didn't expect that the little girl could blow it. Hearing the sound of the Xun, she immediately listened attentively.

Mo Lingfeng put his finger on the hole, brought the mouthpiece to his mouth, and breathed out: "Poof——"

Mo Lingfeng sat on the sweater, nestled into a small ball, his face was flushed, and he puffed up his cheeks and blew hard. Tao Xun painfully let out "Puff puff puff" and "burst!" chug", "woo woo woo" howling.

A few bats perched under the eaves were unbearable, and ran away hopping.

Wu Jin had nowhere to escape, hearing the angry "ghost call", her face turned pale by two points.

Mo Lingfeng blew very seriously, his eyes were always half down, his head followed the tune bit by bit, his fingers clasped and tapped, and his cheeks were bulging.A layer of extremely fine down is revealed.

At the end of the song, Mo Lingfeng put down the Xun in a dizzy state: "How is it?"

Wu Jin let out a "squeak" in a dazed state, like a donkey braying.

Mo Lingfeng wiped the mouthpiece with his sleeve, put it in a cloth bag, and carried it back to his waist: "I'm not breathing well now, it'll be fine if I blow more, I'm familiar with the tune."

Wu Jin didn't catch the tone at all, looked away from her face, lowered her head, and smiled silently.

No matter how light the rain was, it was already late. If you don't leave, you will have to stay overnight at Xiongshan Temple tonight. Mo Lingfeng stood up and patted his buttocks: "I have to go home, or my brother will be scared."

"I'm going too." Wu Jin put on the basket and pole, and went out of the mountain gate first.

The small waterfall hanging on the north side of Xiongshi Gorge, after a heavy rain, flew straight down, and the rocks hit the shore, and the simple guardrail on the trail seemed to be smashed.

Seeing that the road was muddy and slippery, Wu Jin also saw that Mo Lingfeng was small, fearing that she would not be strong enough to hold on to the railings, after much deliberation, she stuffed the baskets and poles into a grotto, came back to pick them up another day, and untied them again. The brown rope on the basket, firmly tie one end of the brown rope around Mo Lingfeng's waist, and the other end around his wrist.

"You go ahead, I'll follow you behind, watch your feet, don't be afraid, the road will be spacious after walking this distance."

Ah Yao nodded, and walked forward without any fear.

Wu Jin walked alone, but carried the hearts of two people. She walked with trepidation, paying attention to every step, and only raised her eyes occasionally. When she was walking carefully, she suddenly heard a call from the front: "Ah Yao!"

At the same time, Wu Jin stepped into a large puddle of mud. The mud seemed to be an endless abyss, directly covering his ankles.

He pulled his foot out and looked ahead.

There were more than a dozen fire lights in front of them, all of them were wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and a person walking in the front was as thin as a bamboo. After hearing Mo Lingfeng's response, regardless of the slippery and narrow road, he went straight forward and squatted down to give him a hug. Mo Lingfeng took her out of his arms to check her up and down.

The lights behind them suddenly followed, illuminating the wet faces of the Mo brothers and sisters, their eyebrows and eyes were very similar.

(End of this chapter)