Chapter 57 The fifty-sixth bread and porridge

In those few days, the snow fell quite heavily. In just a few days, it seemed that the world had changed. The mountain roads and the woods were completely covered with snow. The snow seemed to have no intention of stopping, and the footsteps that occasionally walked in the courtyard disappeared after a while. There weren't too many pilgrims in Tenmyouji Temple, but now there are none.If it weren't for the occasional greeting calls from outside, this place would almost be isolated from the world. At the end of the morning class, Master specifically told us not to go out casually.The mountain roads are inherently narrow and not particularly easy to walk on. In addition to the bad weather, it is indeed easy to have an accident if you force yourself to go out.

The most proud master among the masters is Master Zhiheng, because the day before it snowed, he took Jie Ao and me to the bottom of the mountain to buy a lot of food. Now the food in the temple is almost enough to last for half a month, maybe we can survive toughest days. Close the door of the meditation room, sit cross-legged in front of the small charcoal stove, the flames are not too bright, and crackle and crackle from time to time. Master Zhiheng set up a small frying pan on the charcoal stove, and fried small noodle cakes at the temperature of the charcoal stove. Jie Chen flipped through the scriptures page by page, with Jie Chi and Jie Chen winking beside him, their eyes wandering between the dough and the Buddhist scriptures, and they straightened their necks every time Master Zhiheng turned the pancakes over.

Master Zhiheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I will call you when you are done." The two had no choice but to forcibly pull their eyes from the cake back to the scriptures, but the way they read the scriptures was not as gentle and radiant as when they were looking at the pancakes. After a while, Master Zhiheng said that the cake is ready. The two cheered, and the dull eyes they saw when they read the Buddhist scriptures just now were filled with infinite warmth. Each of them held a small plate in their hands, containing half a piece of bread. While eating, Jie Chi suddenly said to Jie Chen who was also engrossed in eating hard, if only he could have a bowl of white porridge now.

People who are experiencing wind and snow, what they want in their hearts is to stick their hands very close to the small charcoal stove. And the people around the charcoal stove are happily waiting for the noodles that are about to be baked. And those who ate the bread felt that it would be nice to have a bowl of porridge. So what about people who have white porridge?There are bound to be other ideas. We are always raising our aspirations again and again. There is nothing wrong with this, but those who have gained a lot should also think of those who have nothing.