Chapter 421: Think of a way

One of the little monks swallowed the dry food in his mouth and said, "Holy Buddha, there is a sweet potato field behind our temple. We live on that. But there are not many sweet potatoes, so we can only keep from starving to death, and we can’t eat enough. of."
Hearing this, Tangning sighed softly, touched the little monk's head, and said, "After you have finished eating, take a break. I'll make some porridge for you!"
"But there is no rice in the temple, how can I make porridge?" the little monk asked.
Tangning smiled and said, "I have!" She stood up and asked, "Where is your stove?"
"Holy Buddha, the little monk will take you there!" A thirty or forty-year-old monk stood up to lead Tangning.
Tangning looked at the place. There were everything in the kitchen room. There were a few sweet potatoes in the corner. She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to wash the cauldron by hand to make the porridge. He didn't know the monk had seen him and hurried forward.
"How dare you to trouble the holy Buddha to work for us, let's be a little monk! The little monk was originally a monk in the temple, and these little monks are all familiar with it."
Tangning saw him look terrified and didn't dare to let her do something, so she said, "Then you can help me burn the fire! I will do the rest."
"Yes." The monk responded, and took the wood to the stove to prepare for the fire.
Tangning took the big pot and took out the rice from the space. After washing the rice, he peeled a few sweet potatoes in the corner and put them down to cook together. The big pot was full, and the monk beside him wanted to say something. only.
"Holy Buddha, there is nothing to eat in the temple. There are only a few sweet potatoes left. Is it better to save some to eat?" He still couldn't help but say it. After all, after this meal, the next meal It's gone.
There is no incense in the temple, no money for sesame oil, and they don’t have the money to go down the mountain to buy food, and they get wounded one by one after going to alms, I’m afraid...
Tangning smiled and said, "It's okay, except for the vine demon, are you afraid that there will be no good days? Don't worry! The days to come will only get better and better."
Taking advantage of the time of making the porridge, and the sky was still dark outside, Tangning asked, "How can the vine demon wrap the temple without killing you? What does it want to do? Why is it here? Me? I encountered a formation in the forest earlier, and someone should have laid it down."
"Returning to the holy Buddha, according to the vine demon himself, it was a five-hundred-year-old demon. It could not be formed because of the thunder. It said that heaven was unfair. So in order to vent its anger, it came to the temple to trap the whole temple and tortured We, the formation monk on the other side of the forest don’t know."
Hearing this, Tangning nodded, "So it's like this."
As the sky grew brighter, a large pot of porridge was carried to the main hall. Dozens of monks sat around and drank the porridge, some of them drank, and tears fell.
For the first time in three years, I drank porridge. It was obviously just a pot of porridge with a few sweet potatoes, but it made them feel sweet and delicious.
Tangning watched a few of them feed some old monks and drink porridge first, and waited for them to eat porridge, then turned and walked outside, and looked at the road down the temple.
Since no one has stepped on it for three years, the mountain road has been covered with half-person-high weeds, so that you can't see the way down the mountain, let alone someone coming. Now the vine demon is resolved, but how to maintain the temple is also a problem.
She can send them food, but it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. She has to think of a way to help them.