The bearded monk picked up the barley cake, took a bite, frowned, put down the dry and hard cake, glanced at the tsampa and tea, turned to look at the family kneeling on the side, and said kindly: "I see there is a hen in your chicken circle."

The peasant woman looked embarrassed when she heard this.

The farmer scratched his head and said in a silly voice: "That chicken did not lay eggs today, and the eggs laid in the past were left to his daughter-in-law.

You want to eat eggs - when the chicken lays the egg tomorrow morning, I will get it for the Buddha."

The great monk nodded after hearing this, and did not say more, nor did he move the food on the table.

He stood up and said to the four people in the family with a smile: "I'm full, you can take the rest of the food for yourself."

"I am merciful!"

"I am merciful!"

The whole family knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Watching the monk's boots move and walk out of the dilapidated room.

Outside the house, the sky was dark.

Jinglian looked up at the sky, walked through the fence courtyard of the dilapidated stone house, turned to look at the hen nesting in the chicken cage, and he whispered to himself: "Word is not pious, and there is no service."

I Buddha is merciful..."

He walked towards his sedan chair not far away.

A group of monks gathered around the sedan chair to carry the sedan chair, proclaim the Dharma, raise the flag, and hold the umbrella for him.

Suddenly, there were coughing sounds after coughing.

The cough became more and more intense.

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Chapter completed!