Chapter 213 The Water is So Sweet
The winter sun is not at all glaring.
The vegetation and paths on Ciguang Mountain are all bright.
Several monks were walking up the mountain carrying large bags on their shoulders and in their hands.
Some people had big sacks in their hands, some had small sacks in their hands, but they were all heavy.
Although the things were heavy, the monks walked up the mountain briskly.
They have been climbing up and down the mountains since they were young and have developed their leg strength. Even if they go up the mountain with sandbags tied to their feet, they can walk as if on flat ground.
The monk in the front, Wujing, was carrying a shoulder pole, both ends of which were bent by the bamboo basket.
Wujing turned around and saw the small figure at the end of the team, and smiled helplessly:
"Don't worry, Wuzhen, we'll go up first, you take your time."
The young monk Wuzhen fell to the back and raised his sweaty forehead:
"Okay, Brother, I'm not in a hurry."
This month, Ciguang Temple went down the mountain to do some shopping, and Wuzhen followed them.
Wuzhen is not as fast as his senior brothers, as he has not yet developed his leg strength.
His master and fellow brothers all told him that if he wanted to develop leg strength, he had to develop endurance first.
It can be slow, but you must persist.
Wuzhen is very persistent because he is very motivated.
As he went down the mountain, he thought about the many rice cakes and fruits at the foot of the mountain.
When he went up the mountain, he thought about the hot vegetarian meals there.
The senior brothers were all very kind to him and would buy him rice cakes every time they went down the mountain.
The young monk Wuzhen was very happy when he thought of rice cakes and vegetarian meals, and he even felt that going up and down the mountain was a very happy thing.
They, the Buddhists, must abide by the precepts, restrain their desires, and not let pleasure lead to greed.
"Don't be greedy, don't be greedy." Wuzhen muttered to himself while climbing the mountain.
While he was reciting, he never forgot that the bamboo basket behind him was full of fruits.
Each one is very big and very red.
It all smells sweet.
If you bite it, it will definitely feel crispy and the juice will burst in your mouth...
Wuzhen shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the image in his mind.
The fruit was brought up the mountain for everyone to eat together, and he couldn't eat it secretly on the way.
Otherwise you will break the precepts.
Wuzhen really wanted to break the rules at this time, so he shook his head very hard, even his chubby body was shaking.
Bang!
The sound of a bamboo basket cracking came from behind.
Then there was a sudden lightness behind him, and the fruit fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ah! My fruit."
Wuzhen looked back and saw the fruits running away and rolling down the mountain!
Wuzhen quickly took a step forward to chase after him.
The fruit rolled farther and farther away until it was almost out of sight.
Wuzhen caught two fruits, squatted down, picked them up, and put them in his clothes.
He regretted it now.
If I had known this earlier, I would have eaten it right away. It’s better than throwing it away.
After counting, there were thirty fruits in total, and ten were lost.
Wuzhen's eyebrows and the corners of his eyes drooped as he squatted on the ground. Suddenly, he felt his body was so heavy that he couldn't stand up.
"Is this the fruit you dropped?"
A pair of cloth shoes came into Wuzhen's sight.
It was a pair of small feet, with a thick cotton upper and an embroidered flying eagle on it, which looked lifelike.
The wind blows in the mountains, and the fallen leaves fly rustlingly.
Wuzhen looked up from among the fallen leaves and saw a heroic woman and a little girl with big eyes, holding a bunch of fruits in their arms.
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Su Zhizhi didn't sleep well in the inn last night and got up late.
Seeing that her daughter was tired, Wu Yingniang didn't wake her up and let her sleep a little longer.
When Su Zhizhi got up, she found that everyone else had already left.
Hao Ren, Bai Xun, Lao Xu, Qiu Jinyu and Ni Tianji went to see the house.
Hua Erniang and Doctor Yu went to take a look at the pharmacies in the capital.
The rest of the people went to crowded places in the capital to inquire about the situation in the capital.
After Su Zhizhi washed up and had her meal, she went to climb Ciguang Mountain with Wu Yingniang.
Su Zhizhi went up the mountain carrying a small bamboo tube filled with water.
Others went up the mountain to the Ciguang Temple on the top of the mountain, but Su Zhizhi looked left and right on the mountain road, sometimes fiddling with the soil here, sometimes picking up a leaf over there.
She ran around, sweated, and drank water quickly.
He had finished drinking all the water in his bamboo tube by the time he reached halfway up the mountain.
There wasn't much water left in Wu Yingniang's water bag:
"Zhizhi, I'll get you some water when we get to the top of the mountain."
Su Zhizhi suppressed her thirst and nodded:
"It would be best if there were still some fruit to eat."
In Black Bandit Mountain, wild fruits are everywhere, and she knows which ones are edible and which ones are not.
She even knew which tree had sweet fruit and which had sour fruit.
When you are thirsty in the mountains, you can reach out and pick some fruit to eat. It is sweet and thirst-quenching.
Su Zhizhi looked up and saw that many trees on the mountain had lost their leaves and not a single tree had any fruit.
Just when she was feeling disappointed, she suddenly saw seven or eight fruits rolling down the mountain road ahead!
"Mom, look!" Su Zhizhi shouted and reached out to rob.
Wu Yingniang intercepted five fruits, and Su Zhizhi also intercepted five.
As the mother and daughter walked forward with the fruit in their arms, they saw a little monk squatting dejectedly on the side of the road, with a rotten bamboo basket in front of him.
There were some fruits piled in the rotten bamboo basket, the same as the ones in the mother and daughter's hands.
When Wu Zhen saw Su Zhizhi holding the fruit, his eyebrows raised and his body gained strength:
"Monks don't tell lies. It was me who dropped it, it was me who dropped it!"
"Here you go." Su Zhizhi wanted to hand it over, but then she realized that the little monk's bamboo basket was rotten.
Wu Yingniang smiled and said, "Let us help you carry it up the mountain."
Wuzhen picked up the rotten bamboo basket, his expression brightening as he said, "Amitabha, thank you so much, benefactor."
The three of them went up the mountain together.
Su Zhizhi asked Wuzhen about Ciguang Temple.
Wuzhen panted slightly and said:
"Our Ciguang Temple has been built for hundreds of years."
"Our temple is very popular. During the Chinese New Year, the incense burner is full of ashes and has to be cleaned out every day."
"Many people come to our temple to pray for wealth, children, and good marriage, but I don't know if it works. My master said that good and evil will be rewarded, and gods and Buddhas don't interfere with human karma. What are you asking for?"
Su Zhizhi shook her head: "I'm not here to ask for anything. I don't need anything. I just want to climb the mountain, to see the Buddhist temple and the scenery on the top of the mountain."
Wuzhen thought for a moment and said, "Little donor, please help me move the fruits. I'll take you to a nice place to enjoy the mountain view later."
The three climbed to the top of the mountain and gave the fruit to other monks in the temple.
Wu Zhen wiped his sweat and said, "Please follow me, benefactors."
Although Wuzhen is young, he looks like a little Maitreya Buddha when he puts his hands together.
Seeing that Su Zhizhi was chatting happily with the little monk and that the little monk was likable, Wu Yingniang took Su Zhizhi with her to follow the little monk.
"The mountain view here is great." Wuzhen brought Su Zhizhi to the gate of the courtyard where he and his master lived.
Looking out from the gate of the courtyard, you can overlook the entire valley, and there are springs flowing down the mountains.
It really looks good.
Su Zhizhi felt even thirstier when she saw the mountain spring. She held up her empty bamboo tube and asked:
"It's very beautiful, but I need to find some water first."
"Oh, I forgot, I should pour you some water first!" Wu Zhen patted his bald head.
Wuzhen invited Wu Yingniang and Su Zhizhi into the yard and asked them to sit for a while at the stone table in the yard.
Wu Yingniang saw that the courtyard was very clean, the fallen leaves were swept into the corner, and the stone tables and benches were spotless.
"Please enjoy your meal, benefactor." Wuzhen came out of the house, holding a teapot in his left hand and a small saucer in his right hand.
There were several rolls on the small plate.
Su Zhizhi was curious: "What is this?"
Wu Zhen: "This is a nut. My master said that as I grow physically, my brain is also growing, so I should eat more nuts. Wrapped in the nuts are peach preserves that my master and I just dried together."
Su Zhizhi tasted a piece.
It has the fruity aroma of peach, sweet and sour, not greasy.
The flesh on the outside is soft, but the kernel inside is very crispy, and the taste is very layered.
After tasting it, Wu Yingniang also thought it was delicious. She even thought of adding similar snacks to the dishes at the Black Mountain Restaurant, and pairing it with the tea made by He Sanlang, which should have a unique flavor.
After Su Zhizhi and Wu Yingniang had eaten the nuts and preserved peaches, Wuzhen poured them some water.
What comes out of the teapot is either tea or clear water.
But Su Zhizhi took a sip and immediately noticed a faint sweetness in the water:
"This mountain spring water is so sweet."
Wuzhen poured himself a glass of water and drank half of it in one breath:
"It's sweet because of the honey."
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