After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

Yulin Temple.

Red door frame, yellow door.

On the top of the gate of Yulin Temple, its name is written on a faded black gold plaque, and there are two large tripod incense burners on both sides.

The incense ash in the stove was gone, and it was filled with green rainwater, which was smelly and fishy.

Standing in front of the gate of Yulin Temple, Zhu Jiangjiang could feel the solemnity, purity and magnificence of the Buddhist temple, and believed that it had once been glorious.

But now, it feels more vicissitudes and sadness.

The gate of the temple is open, and the gates on both sides are in disrepair for a long time, and they can't even move at the moment, and they can't be closed or pushed.

When the two went up the mountain, they stopped and walked, and it was already evening. Zhu Jiangjiang glanced at Pei Ji, and gave him his hand consciously, letting him walk ahead.

"Is anyone there? Master Wuci, are you there?"

Pei Ji was vigilant all around, and Zhu Jiangjiang was in charge of calling someone behind him, and followed him without missing a step.

It's a bit too gloomy in here.

No one came to the top of the mountain, and the sky was getting dark, and there was no movement in the temple, only the footsteps of her and Pei Ji, it was like the sight of an adventure in a secret room.

"Let's go to the incense fire hall ahead to have a look." Pei Ji was calmer than her, and led her straight forward.

The front is the place where people who go up the mountain must go. There is a place where people who come up the mountain can burn incense and worship, and it is also the place where the Buddha is.

Sure enough, as soon as the two approached, before entering the door, they heard a slow and weak sound of wooden fish.

The person who knocked on the wooden fish seemed to be knocking with the last bit of strength, and the sound seemed to be dying.

When Zhu Jiangjiang heard the sound of wooden fish, he sent Pei Ji's hand away and rushed in.

But the scene she saw frightened her, "Masters!"

In the incense hall, the smell of burnt candles has not yet dissipated. In front of the huge Buddha statue, there are eight masters sitting in a row, and three of them have fallen down.

The remaining five people lowered their heads, their saluting hands were already hanging on their laps, and looking from their backs, they seemed to have lost their breath.

The little master, who was still knocking on the wooden fish just now, was secretly relieved when he heard someone came in, and then he couldn't raise his hand anymore, and passed out.

"Little Master, don't..."

Zhu Jiangjiang ran towards them, trying to find someone to ask what happened, but the person fainted.

She had no choice but to save people first.

Seeing this, Pei Ji hurried forward, stretched out two fingers skillfully, and probed each master's neck, "They are all still alive, but judging by their appearance, they should be fainted due to lack of water and food. fall down."

When he was performing tasks at the border, he often lacked water and food, and his symptoms were the same as those of the masters in front of him.

His face was pale, his lips were chapped, his eyes were sunken, and his whole body looked dry. It was obvious that he lacked water.

Zhu Jiangjiang could also tell, and she could roughly guess how long they hadn't eaten.

From the opening day to now, they probably haven't eaten anymore.

Just why?

Zhu Jiangjiang didn't have time to think too much, and together with Pei Ji, he took off the water bottle on his body and poured water into it for several masters, big and small.

With water, several young masters woke up slowly.

But because they were so hungry, they didn't even have the strength to open their eyes, they were just panting heavily.

Master Wuci and another elderly master failed to wake up, and Pei Ji was using internal force to wake them up.

"Sanggong, you are here to watch them. I will go to the kitchen and cook some porridge for them."

A Buddhist temple on the top of a mountain cannot be supported by going down the mountain to ask for alms every day. There must be a kitchen on the mountain, but I don’t know if there is food in the kitchen.

But it doesn't matter, she has it in her space!

Zhu Jiangjiang handed it over to Pei Ji and ran out by himself.

She walked so fast that it was too late for Pei Ji to stop her.

Zhu Jiangjiang wandered around in the temple, and finally found the temple's kitchen not far from the wing room in the back garden of Yulin Temple.

The kitchen was just as she thought it would be, nothing but cobwebs all over the place.

She casually pushed aside the cobwebs in front of her eyes and came to the stove.

Fortunately, although the pot was rusty, it was still good, at least there was no leak, and she could still use it for cooking.

Zhu Jiangjiang glanced at the kitchen, and there was a small door behind the kitchen.

She walked over and found that there was a vegetable field in the temple outside the door, but this vegetable field had been abandoned and turned into dead grass everywhere.

Next to the vegetable field was a dwarf forest, and the forest was dead, and when the wind blew, the dead leaves fell down with a clatter.

With no water source and no food to eat, Zhu Jiangjiang can only rely on his own space for everything.

She took water from the space, washed all the pots and pans, and then went to the dead woods in the backyard to pick up branches and came back to make a fire and cook porridge.

When Pei Ji found it, the porridge was already bubbling.

He glanced at the defeated kitchen, and then went to open things like rice bowls and noodle bowls. Looking at the empty kitchen, he couldn't help frowning, and asked, "My lady, where did you get the food to cook porridge?"

Moreover, there was no trace of water being drawn from the bucket, so where did the water she used for washing just now come from?

Zhu Jiangjiang saw that there was no way to make things right, so he had no choice but to say: "Master, can I explain this to you when I get back? It's important for us to save people now."

Those are eight fresh lives.

Pei Ji stared at her silently for a while, then nodded, "Let me help you, you rest for a while."

"No, it'll be fine soon."

Zhu Jiangjiang had already prepared the earthen jars and bowls and chopsticks, and waited for the porridge in the pot to be boiled, "Is Master Abbot awake? Did you ask anything?"

"Wake up, but starving."

Seeing that Zhu Jiangjiang didn't need help, Pei Ji went to the back door to pick up a few thick tree trunks, and started a fire in another iron pot.

It was completely dark, and the temple was dark and needed some light.

Moreover, the night at the top of the mountain is cool, and you need some warmth to sleep at night.

The two of them worked for a long time before they turned off the fire in the stove. Pei Ji and Zhu Jiangjiang raised one ear of the stove, holding crockpots and bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and returned to the incense hall by the same way.

With the fire, it is only possible to see clearly in the dark hall.

After the two of them fed the masters for a while, they had time to eat.

Those masters drank water, ate something, sat and chanted scriptures for several days, they were completely exhausted, lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

"It seems that we can only wait for them to wake up before asking."

Zhu Jiangjiang was also tired all day. After eating porridge, Pei Ji found her a round cattail mat as a pillow, and asked her to lie down and rest beside him.

He went to close the door of the main hall, leaving only a small window, and after adding two sticks of firewood to the fire, he lay down beside Zhu Jiangjiang and fell asleep with her in his arms.

All night, Pei Ji slept lightly. He was always vigilant around his surroundings, for fear that something would break in suddenly.

Fortunately, although Yulin Temple was defeated, it was very safe. It was located on the top of the mountain. Except for the couple, no one would be too idle to come up the mountain.