MTL - I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times-Chapter 12

The first ray of golden light in the morning penetrated the clouds and fell to Qingquan Temple.

The fog in the mountains and forests had just evaporated, and Lin Zhao washed his face with well water.

The cool water soaked his cheeks, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

I walked to the table next to the thatched shed, poured a cup of tea from the table, and slurped down my stomach, so relieved!

Shantong would always prepare a pot to boil and let it cool down, and the people in the temple never lacked water to drink.

Lin Zhao tasted the well water that had been soaked in clear water beads. It tasted clearer than before, and could taste a little bit of sweetness. After drinking it, one's energy and energy improved a lot.

Shantong Busebuer has to drink a big bucket every day. Those students are tired from reading, and they also like to walk to the backyard to drink directly from the well water. They say that after drinking, they feel that their brains are flexible and clear.

He was sitting on the table drinking tea, Shantong was making breakfast in the kitchen, Buer moved the cucumber vines in the farmland, and Buse came in from the outside.

Only then did Lin Zhao think of the task, and when he clicked on the system interface, an exclamation mark appeared on the task section.

[System: Monk Buse Bell Tower is on duty.

Congratulations on completing the daily task [Clock Tower on Duty].

Not color physical strength +1, get sachet x1. 】

Lin Zhao was surprised, can the bell tower get a bonus of physical strength when on duty? What is this sachet? Open it to see.

The apricot-yellow sachet is embroidered with pink lotus flowers, and next to it is written [a tool that can repel mosquitoes].

Note below: It can make the monk's charm point +1.

The duty is good, the duty is wonderful, and the duty can also add attributes.

Lin Zhao happily hummed a song, and went to the field to help Bu Er fix the cucumbers.

Thin bamboo poles are cut to a height of half a meter, and the cuttings are placed around the cucumber, and then several bamboo poles are tied horizontally to form many "#", and the cucumber vines are hung on it.

In this way, when it bears melons, it will not be so easy to be eaten by insects in the ground, and it will not be so easy to rot.

Lin Zhao picked up the cucumber vine and realized that the buds on it were about to fall off and bear fruit.

Look at the tassels of the white radish next to it, which is also tender green, and the Chinese cabbage is also very juicy.

In the past few days, Buer has been directly using the well water left over from washing rice and vegetables in Shantong to irrigate the farmland.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Lin Zhao always feels that these vegetables seem to be more vigorous and grow faster.

Do water purification beads still work on plants?

Speaking of which, after putting the water drops, the rice porridge I drank these days feels very moisturizing to the throat and lungs.

No, the students staying overnight came into the backyard one by one to dig well water. In an instant, the empty and quiet backyard became very lively.

"Abbot, do we want to borrow someone from you?"

Amidst the excitement, Pang Yu, No. 1 that day, spotted the gap, squeezed to Lin Zhao's side, and initiated a conversation.

Although the incense in the temple is gradually flourishing, no matter if you are a villager or a businessman, you have to be busy with your livelihood.

It is impossible for women who are more leisurely, as well as children and the elderly to come up from time to time, so the students who stay in the temple are the most.

It is impossible for them to stay in the huts and study all the time in March, so they occasionally go to the county town and countryside on weekdays, and they will also organize activities such as poetry gatherings.

This time they are going to hold an event next to the water stream behind the temple, and they want to ask Shantong to help make the rice noodles and desserts.

This time they seemed to be extra caring. Not only did they go down the mountain to buy all kinds of fruits, but they also went to Fucheng to buy fine wine.

As mentioned before, the villages at the foot of Lingwu Mountain live by the water.

The river flows through the county town and finally into the Grand Canal, and there are often ships coming and going.

It is very convenient for transporting goods, visiting relatives and friends, or catching up with social dramas and fairs on a certain festival.

Coming from Fucheng, it only takes half a day by boat to reach the county pier.

It takes one day by land by horse-drawn carriage, but half a day by horseback.

The reason why Li Wenyuan took three days to get to Fucheng was because he was short of money, so he didn't dare to spend money to take a boat or a carriage, but went there on foot.

Lin Zhao was a little curious about how much trouble this group of students put in, and listening to their words and deeds, it seemed that some extraordinary person participated this time.

They are also very good wine and food guests, so they will actively prepare the banquet.

On the day of the poetry meeting, Lin Zhao met this mysterious guest.

The students first ate noodles and drank fine wine in the water stream as usual, and then splashed ink and pen to write poems.

Finally, someone suggested to go to the temple. They are all people who live in the temple, so they don't need to leave, just because they are afraid that the big man will get bored.

A group of students surrounded the guest into the temple.

Lin Zhao was blowing air on the bell tower, and he saw the figure in the center of the crowd at a glance.

He is dressed in a white shirt and has a beautiful beard, quite elegant and free and easy. The eyes are clear and meaningful, the kind of eyes that people who are always concentrating on will have.

Seeing that they had already boarded the arch bridge, Lin Zhao came down from the bell tower.

The two sides met in the Palace of Heavenly Kings.

Some students recommended them for them.

"My surname is Su. It's a pleasure to meet the abbot."

"The benefactor is very polite. The poor monk is called Kongchen. Just call me Kongchen."

After reporting their names and dharma numbers to each other, the two chatted about the temple.

Suqian was surprised to learn that Lin Zhao had run a ruined temple by himself.

As far as he knew, rebuilding the temple required a lot of money and a lot of manpower and effort.

Seeing that the scale of this temple is not small, and it is hidden in the mountains, it must be more difficult to rebuild, so I admire Lin Zhao.

The two chatted for a while, and Suqian knelt down on the soft futon in front of the altar, and waved the stick.

Pass the drawn lottery to Lin Zhao, and ask him to help him solve the lottery.

When Lin Zhao unwrapped the lottery, Su Qian's eyes fell on his face involuntarily. After looking at it for a while, he always felt that his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar.

Randomly blurted out, and asked, "I see Master Kongchen, you look familiar. Has Master Kongchen ever been to Kyoto?"

Lin Zhao, who was unwrapping the lottery, thumped in his heart. Could it be that this person is from Kyoto and has met him before? It won't be recognized, will it?

But he was still calm and composed, saying that he had never been to the capital.

After a good swim, the sky is getting late, and the dim light of the setting sun is draped on the top of the mountain.

Lin Zhao invited Suqian to stay overnight, and the other party agreed.

Buse is a monk with outstanding charisma. Many students are willing to chat with him, and he often chats with students on weekdays.

Without sex, he knew the background of this person in Suqian.

When Lin Zhao asked, he explained clearly what he knew.

This Suqian is indeed from Kyoto. He used to be a Beijing official, but now he is relegated to general judge, in charge of water conservancy, family land grain transportation litigation and other things.

When Lin Zhao heard that he was a Beijing official, his heart skipped a beat.

But after thinking about it, few of the officials in the capital probably remembered the original body.

Yuan is good at poetry and prose on weekdays. He is an otaku and rarely goes out to socialize. Even if he does socialize, he is of the same generation. His father has always been the master of family affairs.

The reason why he said they looked familiar was probably because Yuan Shen's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his father's.

Later, Suqian was invited by the students to stay there for two more days, and I felt quite depressed. The air in the temple is good, the environment is quiet, and I live comfortably.

And after experiencing the magic of the desk in the squatter room, he really felt very good.

I heard about it a couple of times before I came here, and I always thought it was an exaggeration. When I first entered the temple, in fact, the first thought I had was to look at that desk, wondering what it was that could be stolen home by a scholar. Things are still just fabricated by others for grandstanding.

But he was somewhat concerned about his face, so he had to rush to look at the desk as soon as he entered the door, otherwise wouldn't he appear impetuous?

After staying for two days, he was really reluctant to leave. The mountains and fields are beautiful, the air is fresh, the water to drink is so comfortable, the food to eat is so delicious, and the feeling of reading is so good, as if returning to the youngest time …

However, there are official duties in the body, so it is not good to delay for too long. Because of the feeling of reluctance to part with him, he felt it, and before he left, he wrote:

The top of Qingquan Temple has been a famous mountain for many years, and its original nature can be followed today.

Looking back at the traces of dust, I saw a trace of elk.

The monks live in the clouds, and the stone gates are green.

Yinquan grows tortoises, ancient walls fly but dragons.

Sweeping stones to celebrate the new scriptures, hanging flags to the peak.

In the evening, apes and birds meet, looking for food and listening to mountain bells.

Find the distant spring with the fire, cook tea next to the cold pine.

In the evening, follow the medicine collector and sleep in Nanjian.

Get up in the morning and go to the dew, the wet flowers and branches are hairy.

Take refuge with the Zen master and wish to be an incense burner. —①

After Suqian left, Lin Zhao was somewhat relieved. Although the possibility was small, he was also worried that the other party would suddenly have a flash of inspiration and think of something...

As summer heats up, more and more pilgrims go to the mountains to escape the heat.

Lin Zhao felt very poor appetite in the past few days and wanted to eat cold noodles, but suffered from the fact that he hadn't unlocked the chili seeds yet.

Shantong makes delicious noodles with scallion oil, but I always feel that there is a little taste missing.

After thinking about it, it is the most suitable time to have some sour plum soup, which is sweet and sour, refreshing and appetizing.

Then I went down the mountain to buy a lot of dried plums, dried hawthorns, licorice, and rock sugar.

Orally narrate the method once, Shantong will be able to do it, and the taste is moderate.

First rinse the dried ebony hawthorn and licorice repeatedly, especially the dried ebony must be soaked for a while, and then rinsed several times to remove impurities.

Then soak the three ingredients for two minutes, then take them out and put them in a pot, add water, and bring to a boil.

Then turn to low heat and simmer for another quarter of an hour, then add rock sugar and continue to boil for another quarter of an hour.

It should be noted that the sour plum soup will appear bland when it is hot. If too much sugar is added, it will be too sweet to drink after cooling down.

In his previous life, Lin Zhao always felt that the sour plum soup sold outside was too sweet to quench his thirst, instead causing him to drink several bottles of water.

Later, if I want to drink sour plum soup, I cook it by myself. The thickness is suitable, and the sweet and sour taste is very delicious.

Shantong boiled a large pot, let it cool down, and brought it to the front hall for the pilgrims to drink.

The pilgrims who escaped from the heat of the summer ate a bowl, and the heat disappeared completely.

Sighing, feeling the boredom in his heart was swept away, the pilgrims asked what kind of drink it was.

Lin Zhao didn't hold back, and told the recipe of the sour plum soup one by one.

The pilgrims didn't know the business opportunities hidden in this drink, and all praised the abbot Gao Yi's atmosphere, and those who had ideas were already planning in their hearts which place in the city to sell it better.

Lin Zhao didn't care about these things, he didn't go down the mountain to do business, he just drank happily and made others happy and comfortable in the temple.

And he can guarantee that the sour plum soup made by other people will not be as good as Qingquan Temple's. As soon as he tasted it, he noticed how different it was from the one he made in his previous life.

The water used to cook the sour plum soup is well water that has been soaked in clean water, and the person who cooks the sour plum soup is a master chef who is close to making the food golden.

Who can surpass it?

When the time comes, when everyone mentions sour plum soup, they will say "the one in Qingquan Temple is the best".

Li Wenyuan was bored reading in the dormitory, so when he came out to breathe, he was greeted with a bowl of sour plum soup brought by Miss Wang.

Other students originally felt that they were very happy. They could learn knowledge better on a good desk, and they could also drink sweet and sour fresh drinks when they came out.

Unexpectedly, when I turned my head, I saw someone else's happier appearance.

The sour plum soup in my hand is even more sour.

Buer is also happy to drink, not only for himself, but also for Buse Xiaomi, carrying it back and forth, but he is busy.

Lingwu Mountain embraces dense forests, and there is a water stream behind the temple. The cool wind brings water vapor, drinking the cool sour plum soup, the pilgrims are even more reluctant to leave.

Because the squatter rooms are all occupied by the students, the ladies and wives who used to look at them with gentle eyes have now become disgusted.

At this moment, a noble lady came to chat with Lin Zhao.

"Abbot, I have heard many rumors about the temple. It is said that there are many treasures in the deserted backyard." Speaking of this, he winked at Lin Zhao and continued in a soft voice.

"When you want to build the Daxiong Palace someday, you have to be careful."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Lin Zhao remained silent, wondering if she was trying to lure him to restore the temple and expand the squatter room earlier, or if there was something real about it.

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①From "Above Qiquan Temple" with a little change