The feeding routine of ancient paranoiacs ( Mtl

chapter 1

The white snow in winter covered the ground of Hanshan Temple. The weeds on the blue stone road broke off their branches and bent down, covered with snow. On the stone steps going up the mountain, several warm cars were steadily carried up the mountain by servants of unknown families. Judging from the posture, it seemed that he was going straight to the Hanshan Temple gate in the snow-filled sky. The whole journey was quiet and silent until the Wen car stopped smoothly outside the Hanshan Temple gate.

It's a quiet place in Buddhism, and it's the twelfth lunar month of winter. How can someone suddenly come here? However, he saw monks and nuns waiting for a long time on the stone steps of the mountain temple. Seeing that the waiting people had arrived, he took a few steps forward, clasped his hands and said to the steward leading the way: "Amitabha, the young monk obeyed the instructions of the host and has finally arrived. Donor."

The steward was very disciplined and did not have a scornful attitude just because he was a young monk or nun. His eyebrows were quite kind and he said: "Young master, don't worry, please take care of me. My young master is still sleeping. "

The young monk and nun looked calm as they walked down the stone steps and approached the warm carriage. The steward and others did not stop him. Apparently they had given orders. The young monk and nun opened the window door of the warm carriage, lifted the curtains, and soon took out a very thick mattress, which seemed to be wrapped in something. Inside, the shape of a small person was faintly visible.

In this way, everyone seemed to watch indifferently as he hugged the mattress with the person wrapped in his arms, stepped up the stone steps step by step, and entered the temple. The temple door was closed, and the warm cart under the stone steps was empty. The steward also looked at Hanshan Temple in silence for a moment, then ordered the servants to pick up the empty seats again and drive back.

On the way back, birds were flying all over the sky, and the snow was falling more and more, as if it was covering the entire mountain. Just as he was walking halfway up the mountain, the steward paused, and another servant who looked at the family's extraordinary family came up steadily carrying a warm car. Which family is going to Hanshan Temple for what?

If you have doubts in your mind, don’t ask abruptly. When he just passed by, the steward took a closer look and saw the character "Lu" carved on the eaves of the warm carriage. When I thought about it more carefully, I found that the group of people had already gone up not too far away. After a few more glances, the steward could not learn more details, so he had no choice but to leave the place as soon as possible and return to his hometown.

Snowflakes blowing in the face, the tightly closed rich carved wooden windows of the warm car do not move at all, and the warmth of a different outer room is also inside. There are warm jade in all directions, which are spread under several layers of thick soft cushions. In order to make the people on the cushions feel comfortable, waist pillows and head pillows are also placed.

Zhili leaned over slightly and packed up the food that the little master had used. Zhiya then brought some tea to soothe his throat and asked, "Miss, do you still want to lie down and rest?" "

Fang has eaten something, miss." If I lie down now, I'm afraid I'll be upset, so I'd better read a book." Zhiwen took out a booklet from the secret compartment, which contained teachings that a noble girl should learn, and she was looking forward to it. looked at the little master.

The petite girl sitting on the heating mat looked at the maids selected for her by the mothers in front of her, and shook her head with a smile to reject them. Zhili, Zhiya and Zhiwen were slightly frustrated. The girl had a good temper. She loved to laugh by nature and didn't like to punish others. She was just too clever.