At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Chapter 24 Donor, please come in!

How many peaks are there in a young room?

One peak is clear and the other is snow.

It's winter in Shaoshi Mountain. Although the foothills are still densely covered with jungle, the grass has dried up and the leaves have fallen, and it's beginning to show signs of depression.

Looking up, you can see the rapid blue water in the mountains, the surrounding peaks, the five-rutted peaks in the distance, and the wind and smoke drifting from the nearby cliffs.

Not far away, a carriage suddenly appeared at the corner of the mountain, drove slowly up the mountain road, and gradually disappeared into the clouds and mist.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

When the carriage reached the mountains, a bell sounded from deep in the clouds, echoing endlessly in the valley. It made people's minds pure, and even the mundane atmosphere disappeared with the sound.

"Master Niu, are you at Shaoshi Mountain?"

In the carriage, Han Xiaoying woke up when she heard the bell. She was a little curious and asked Niu Dingtian outside the carriage softly.

Niu Dingtian was originally sitting in the car. After seeing Han Xiaoying asleep, he came to the car and admired the scenery of Shaoshi Mountain.

"Miss Han, we have arrived in the mountains, not far from the Shaolin Temple."

After hearing this, Niu Dingtian outside the car opened the curtain, looked at the beauty in the car with a smile and replied, then he also entered the car and started chatting with Han Xiaoying.

"How's Miss Han? Did you sleep well all the way?"

Hearing Niu Dingtian ask this, Han Xiaoying's pretty face was slightly embarrassed after she reacted.

Her weak body was already a little tired, and the car was inevitably bumpy after entering the mountains, but it was like a cradle of hypnosis for her. After a while, she fell into a deep sleep. She didn't expect that it had been so long before she woke up again.

"Master, here we come."

After a while, the sound of running cattle came from outside the carriage, which just relieved Han Xiaoying's embarrassment.

After hearing this, Niu Dingtian opened the curtains of his car and looked up, only to see an ancient temple facing him, with an antique look and a plaque above the door with the words "Shaolin Temple" written on it.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

After Niu Dingtian got off the carriage, he stepped on the bluestone bricks and slowly came to the door. He raised his hand and knocked gently on the temple door.

"Squeak"

After a while, the temple door was slowly opened. The person who opened the door was a young monk, about twenty years old.

When the monk saw that the person knocking on the door was a young man, he had some doubts on his face. After reacting, he put his palms together and bowed to Niu Dingtian and said:

"Donor, please forgive me. Our temple is closed and we do not accept outsiders. Donor, please come back."

After saying that, he bowed to Niu Dingtian again.

"Master, I have some important matters that I would like to see the abbot of your temple. I would like to trouble you, young master, to report them."

Niu Dingtian was not surprised. Seeing this, he bowed to the monk and expressed his intention.

"Donor, wait a moment, let the poor monk go and report first."

The monk hesitated for a moment, but he was not surprised. Every year, some outsiders asked to see the abbot, but he still responded as usual, and then closed the temple door again.

Niu Dingtian then stood at the entrance of the temple and looked at the surrounding scenery.

After a while,
"squeak"

The temple door was slowly opened again.

He met an old Zen master who was nearly sixty years old. He had a kind face, was wearing a cassock, and was holding a rosary.

There was a fellow monk behind him. He was tall and majestic, like an Arhat with angry eyes, but he was probably a few years younger. Seeing a young man outside the door, the old Zen master was slightly surprised. Then he clasped his hands and saluted Niu Dingtian:

"Amitabha, I am the master of Shaolin Temple, I wonder why this benefactor is looking for me? Our temple is closed and we will not receive foreign visitors for the time being. Please forgive me."

Niu Dingtian didn't think too much after hearing this. He followed suit and returned the greeting with a pious look on his face:
"I have met Abbot Juezhen, and I am under Niu Dingtian. Because my wife devoutly believes in my Buddha, I came to see the master this time. Firstly, I want to donate a thousand taels of gold to your temple to help the Buddha re-transmit his dharma body. Secondly, my wife unfortunately suffered Due to the poison caused by the Iron Palm Kung Fu, there is no hope of seeking medical treatment everywhere, and I would also like to ask the eminent monks of your temple to come to my rescue to relieve the sufferings surrounding my Buddhist disciples."

After Niu Dingtian said this, he turned around and winked at Niuben beside the car.

After Niu Ben understood, he immediately took out a red sandalwood tray covered with red silk from the car and quickly came to Niu Dingtian's side.

Niu Dingtian lifted the red silk handle and saw a plate full of gold ingots lying across the plate. If one counted carefully, it would be exactly one hundred.

Then he raised his hands to Abbot Juezhen in front of him and said:

"This is my kindness. Please accept it. If my wife recovers, I will give you another reward!"

Another reward is at least one thousand taels of gold!

Juezhen, who was inside the temple gate, looked at the monk beside him and nodded without any trace.

After knowing the other party's intention, he was still a little hesitant and wanted to refuse. After hearing Niu Dingtian's promise, he began to waver a little. The yellow pile was placed in front of him. When the Buddha saw it, his heart could not help but fluctuate.

He knew the palm poison of the Iron Palm Kung Fu, and the enlightened junior brother of the Bodhidharma Hall next to him could detoxify it.

However, under the restrictions of the Fengshan Temple regulations, the Shaolin Temple does not want to have any entanglements with outside the temple. What's more, the name of "Iron Palm Floating on Water" is famous in the world. Even if he is the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, he will not be easily offended.

Shaolin Temple has been closed for more than 20 years now, and the expenses in the temple have become heavier year by year. One thousand taels of gold or even two thousand taels of gold are definitely a timely help for the Shaolin Temple.

After pondering for a moment, Juezhen put his hands together and bowed to Niu Dingtian and said:

"Amitabha, the donor has a kind heart, I would like to thank you very much!"

"My Buddha, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It is the duty of a monk to save lives and heal the wounded. I will do my best to treat your wife's injury."

"Donor, please come in!"

"Why don't you go and clean up a guest room for Niu Donor and his wife to rest?"

After making the decision, Juezhen gave instructions to the young monk beside him.

"Yes, Abbot."

The monk listened to the instructions, bowed quickly, and then turned around and entered the temple.

"Thank you, Master!"

Niu Dingtian was overjoyed when he saw what had happened, and then he clapped his hands together and saluted, then turned around and came to the carriage and took out Han Xiaoying.

"Miss Han, it's done."

Niu Dingtian held the beautiful lady in his arms, bowed his head and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Niu"

Han Xiaoying was lying in the car just now. When she heard that Niu Dingtian had paid such a high price to seek medical treatment from the Shaolin Temple for her, she couldn't calm down for a while.

At this time, he fell into Niu Dingtian's arms again, but his face was touched and he didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, Miss Han."

After hearing this, Niu Dingtian smiled and said warmly to Han Xiaoying, and then followed Juezhen's footsteps towards the temple.

　Please remind me if there are typos or garbled sentences, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)