The snow is gradually getting heavier and heavier.

The row of bluestones outside the yard was covered with snow, and the road going down the mountain became increasingly unclear.

The little monk Qixi sat on a pony under the eaves of the courtyard, holding his chin in his hands, his chubby little face turned red from the cold.

"Master, I'm hungry and my stomach can't stand it anymore."

Qixi tries to keep his body curled up and not move to reduce the body's energy loss.

"If you have a calm mind, you won't be hungry. Qixi, if you recite the Heart Sutra silently in your heart, you will naturally feel neither sadness nor happiness. Remember, this is the test of the Buddha." A voice came from inside the hall. Qixi was sitting cross-legged on the futon with his hands in his hands.

Put your hands together, and there will be words in your mouth every year.

Every year, in winter, when he was hungry, he would chant sutras to divert his attention.

"Okay, pineapple and jackfruit..."

Qixi had no choice but to start reciting the Heart Sutra, but the more she recited the sutra, the more hungry she became, as if there were a lot of jackfruits dangling in front of her eyes.

Fresh jackfruit is so delicious. Take a bite and it will be sweet.

Qixi remembered that he had eaten jackfruit last summer, and now he can't help but drool when he thinks of the taste.

"Bang bang bang..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Master, there is a knock on the door outside!" Qixi jumped up from her pony and rushed into the hall quickly.

Qi Ku hurriedly opened his eyes, and stood up in a hurry. His legs had poor blood circulation from sitting cross-legged for a long time, and he almost fell down.

However, he couldn't care too much and said hurriedly: "Qixi, hurry up, take the umbrella, let's open the door."

Maybe it was a pilgrim who came up the mountain to deliver rice? If so, he decided to chant sutras for this pilgrim and bless his family with good weather.

Take the umbrella and unfold it, so you don’t have to worry about snowflakes falling on you.

Qiku and Qixi were both wearing snowy boots. They walked through the yard, unlocked the bolt, and opened the door.

Standing at the door was a man, wearing a thick cotton coat and a raincoat outside. He was holding a walking stick in his hand, standing on the ground to prevent slipping.

Qi Ku looked around the man and saw that he didn't have any rice. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But due to his good upbringing, he still put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what's the matter with the donor?"

"Are you Zen Master Qiku from Yunxia Temple?" the man said with a smile.

"The poor monk is exactly Qi Ku. I don't know what the donor is doing?" Qi Ku said.

"Zen Master Qiku, I am a guest of the Ji family. I have sent you an invitation. What I am doing is written in the invitation." The man raised his hand and took out an invitation, which was wrapped in a layer of oil.

Parchment paper, do not touch water.

"It's very windy and snowy today, how about the donor go into the temple to rest for a while?" Qi Ku took the invitation and said.

The man shook his head and said: "Zen Master, I have no time. I have to go to the next mountain in a while to send messages and invitations to other temples."

After saying that, the man returned the greeting, turned around and walked into the wind and snow.

Qi Ku sighed in disappointment.

I originally thought it was a pilgrim, but I didn't expect it to be a messenger...

What kind of invitation can be used as food? Although he didn't say it, he was actually very hungry and only ate a bowl of porridge in the morning.

There is still some storage in the temple, which is stored for the whole winter. If you eat it now, you will really starve to death next time.

Therefore, the only way is to endure hunger, reduce expenses as much as possible, reduce the amount of food, and distribute it evenly.

"Master, you are really not a pilgrim. Look at the invitation he sent." Qixi was somewhat interested in the invitation.

"Take it and take a look." Qiku casually handed the invitation to Qixi.

Then, he continued to sit cross-legged on the futon.

The charcoal fire was burning inside the main hall, which was much warmer than outside. It was not cold even while sitting. After a while, Qi Ku began to fall asleep.

At this moment, he heard an exclamation in his ears.

"Master, Master, this invitation comes with food."

Qi Ku stirred up and woke up immediately. He looked up and saw Qi Xi holding up the invitation in her hand and looking at him with a smile.

"Invitation brings food, food is given!" Qixi cheered again.

"What kind of invitation brings food?"

Qi Ku reached out and rubbed his eyes, feeling baffled.

What does an invitation bring food? The invitation is not a monster that can cook, but it jumps out to cook...

Children are children, and they can say childish things.

"Really, Master, this invitation says that as long as you go to participate, you will have a place to stay, food and drink, and money!" Qixi shouted.

"Bring it to me and see."

Qi Ku reached out and grabbed the post in Qi Xi's hand, opened it and saw that it was densely written in Juanxiu's small characters.

The wording is not obscure, but simple vernacular. Just as Qixi said, what it says is that the Ji family is going to hold a meditation meeting. All nearby monks can attend, and accommodation will be arranged for all comers, as well as money.

In addition, for those who can win the meditation meeting, the Ji family will pay to rebuild the Buddhist temple and build a golden body for the Buddha statue!

Looking at these items one by one, Qi Ku felt that his breathing was getting a little heavier.

This is a crime of greed. Amitabha, I feel sorry for the Buddha.

However, with such good conditions, why worry about so much? Let’s take Qixi and leave as soon as possible.

As for the fact that this post was a lie, he didn't consider it. After all, the Ji family has a good reputation in Sixiang City. Such a powerful businessman would not make fun of his own reputation.

More importantly, the post was stamped with the seal of the Sheriff's Office, which was supported by the Imperial Sheriff.

What are you waiting for?

Go early and eat early!

"Qixi, quickly go to Master's Zen room and take out the package and the coir raincoat." Qi Ku said.

"Master, why don't you take it yourself?" Qixi puffed up her cheeks reluctantly.

"As a teacher... I have to recite the Diamond Sutra once." Qi Ku hesitated a few words.

"Hey, okay, Master." Qixi had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the Zen room in the back hall.

Seeing Qixi's figure disappearing into the hall, Qikku breathed a sigh of relief.

Reciting the "Diamond Sutra" was an excuse, but the real reason for not going was that he was so excited for a moment that the Qi in his body went astray, blocking the blood in his legs and making him unable to move. Of course, he couldn't say this directly.

Otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

After a while, Qixi dragged her luggage and came from the back hall.

There was a lot of luggage and a large coir raincoat and bamboo hat, but Qixi was very strong. Although he was only seven or eight years old, his little arms and legs had a lot of supernatural power.

This child was picked up by Qi Ku from the snow many years ago and has been raised by him for several years. He is nominally a master and apprentice, but in fact he is almost the same as his son.

"The package has been brought, Master, should we set off?" Qixi said with blinking eyes.

"Ahem, don't worry, Qixi, I haven't finished reciting this volume of the Diamond Sutra yet. I'll be my teacher for a while."
Chapter completed!