Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Zhiyuan said he was embarrassed, but his expression could not hide his pride.

The flowers she secretly raised have produced seeds!

This is the same feeling a child has when a pig grows brains and a cat has fun.

It worked!

She takes good care of the flowers, they are very beautiful!

The child stood in awe: "You are awesome!"

Zhiyuan blushed shyly and touched her head, chin held high as she said, "Haha, it's just so-so. The flowers that my senior sisters and I grow are also very beautiful."

Kidney Bean asked, "Do they also grow this kind of magical flower?"

"That's not the case. Most of the flowers that my sisters and I grow are for medicinal purposes. When the poor people around here can't afford medicine to treat their illnesses, they come to the temple to ask for it. So we planted a lot of flowers and plants that can be used as medicine. This beauty grass can actually be used as medicine. Ancient books say that eating beauty grass can improve eyesight, and the pollen can be used as numbing powder. If that's true, the temple can save a lot of trouble and money, but..." Zhiyuan said dejectedly, "But I don't dare to give it to everyone."

The child empathized and said, "Don't be sad. If it were me, I wouldn't dare to do that either."

Yundou continued, "Then don't give it to them. Give it to me. I'll take it to the pharmacy and sell it for you. We can split the money between the three of us, and you can buy some Ma Fei San for the nuns in the temple! If you're worried about explaining it, you can also secretly put the money in the donation box!"

When it comes to this kind of thing, Yindou has ideas one after another.

But you know what, this idea... is unexpectedly good!

The child was surprised and said: "Yes, it can be done this way!"

Zhiyuan was also surprised and asked, "Is this possible?"

She was like an echo, but with a different tone.

Zhiyuan asked uncertainly, "But I'm a nun. Is it not good to do business?"

"What's wrong with this? You didn't steal or rob, and you didn't use the money from the incense offerings to Buddha to do business. The money you earned was used to buy medicine for the people. This is the best thing to do." The child thought this was feasible.

Yundou advised, "Besides, only the three of us know about this. As long as we don't tell anyone where this thing came from, no one will think it's on you. The nuns in the temple won't find out, unless... someone else knows you grow this."

This is not impossible.

As Yundou was talking, she realized something was wrong: "There are so many young nuns in this temple, why has no one ever come here?"

Those guys at the door would make a fuss just by sweeping the water.

The child blinked and said, "Yes, have you told anyone else?"

Zhiyuan clasped his hands, looking very guilty: "Yes, I did say it, but everyone promised me that they wouldn't tell anyone else."

Children will go anywhere when they play, and the place behind the Zen room is not a secret place for them.

Zhiyuan could count a bunch of people who knew the truth just by counting on his fingers.

She said everyone had promised her that she wouldn't tell anyone else.

To Yundou, it sounded more like everyone had promised her not to tell anyone else, so they only told it to their own people, and when they told it, they also made their own people promise that they would never tell anyone else.

Child: "Not really, not really. Monks don't tell lies!"

"You haven't lied yet. Every time you promise others that you will be good, are you good?" asked Yundou.

The child was speechless.

Yundou touched his chin and said, "I need to find out how many people know."

After the three of them discussed it, they left separately. The child went to the door to ask the young nun, Yundou went to the back hall to ask the older nun, and Zhiyuan went to the dining hall because it was almost time for dinner and there were many people there.

They inadvertently mentioned that there was a flower called beauty grass in ancient books and asked these people if they had seen it.

"Ah, this..." The young nuns at the door asked her hesitantly, "Have you eaten yet? Is the food in the dining hall delicious today? There are many flowers and plants in the temple. Have you enjoyed them all? But where did you see this flower?"

Child:……

I didn't get anything out of my question, and was even asked a question in return.

Yundou got nothing and was almost hit by tiles. The senior nuns asked her, the donor, to go somewhere else in a soft but firm way. It was obvious that there was another sentence at the end: you are in the way.

Zhiyuan came out of the dining hall, chewing on taro and bringing them two ears of corn. He said happily, "That's great! The dining hall made so many delicious dishes today!"

Yundou took the corn woodenly and thought to himself: ...Who asked her this!

"Have you asked about the flowers?"

The child asked as he took a big bite, and it tasted quite sweet.

Zhiyuan nodded. "I've asked around, but no one knows! I was saying that Zhihui and the others already promised me, so how could they just casually tell anyone? You guys definitely haven't found out anything, right?"

She smiled with some pride.

"Indeed not..." The child felt a little disappointed for some reason.

She lives such a happy life that happy children really want to make things difficult for her. Of course, this is wrong.

The happy Zhiyuan even invited them to the dining hall to eat together. The monk who served the rice gave them an extra spoonful and pressed down the rice.

The child and Yundou finally understood why all the little nuns in this temple were fair and chubby.

All beings are equal, but it is hard not to want to feed the little nuns in your own temple more.

Compared to the vegetarian meals at Fayuan Temple in Suicheng, the food here tastes more like home.

The child, who had been busy chatting for a long time, remembered her business and quickly asked, "Zhiyuan, do you have any nuns here named Jinghui, Jingneng, or Jingchi? They're from Yizhou and are not young, probably in their fifties or sixties."

Zhiyuan held up his chopsticks and thought blankly for a moment, then his expression suddenly came to life and he asked in surprise, "Hey, why are you looking for them too?"

The child was about to speak when Yundou suddenly kicked her and said, "Who else? Are there many people looking for them?"

"Not many. Some servants came to ask, and later a male donor in his twenties came twice. Not long ago, two young donors in their teens came. People from Hui'an Temple also came a long time ago. However, we don't have the people they are looking for in our temple. There are people with these names. If you want to see them, I can take you there.

Hey, that one over there is called Jinghui."

The child turned his head and saw a tall and strong nun holding a plate of steamed buns and sitting down leisurely. Zhiyuan sighed and said, "She may have eaten. She needs seven or eight steamed buns to feel full. She has been staying in the temple for a long time. She is almost the same as the nuns in the temple, but I never see her chanting. She often goes down the mountain. If she is on the mountain, she sleeps.

Many people said that she was a liar, begging for alms in the name of Kanhua Temple, and not asking for rice or flour but only money. Some people also said that they saw her stealing monk robes from the temple and asked the abbot to kick her out. However, there was no evidence for these things, and the abbot could not say anything.

I think she is a nice girl. Although she doesn't chant sutras, she speaks very gently, plays with us, and gives us rice candy.

But... Sister Zhian said that she stole the money to buy the rice candy from the donation box..."

Zhiyuan was obviously a little confused.

The child was even more confused than her: Is my master so tall?

The child couldn't remember clearly, but when they separated, the child looked up at everyone.

But what she was sure of was that this person was definitely not her master.

If her master ate seven or eight steamed buns in one meal, they would have been unable to survive.