Fang Zheng glanced at the temple. Usually when he comes back, a group of disciples will report it!
But this time, why did the lone wolf, monkey, and red boy come after that? What about the squirrel?
Fang Zheng looked around and didn't see this little thing. He frowned and asked, "Where's the net width?"
"Master, I'm here!" The squirrel yelled and jumped down from the tree. But this time he didn't jump onto Fang Zheng's shoulders playfully, but landed on the head of the lone wolf with a pair of big eyes.
He was spinning around, not daring to look at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng squinted his eyes. Why did this little look look so familiar to him?
Fang Zheng looked at the squirrel, while the squirrel looked up at the sky...
Fang Zheng looked at the others again. The monkey stood there with his eyebrows lowered and said nothing. The lone wolf looked at Fang Zheng with a silly look, as if he was just a stupid dog who didn't know anything. The red boy pretended to take care of himself.
Wearing his little monk's clothes.
Xianyu stood next to Fangzheng, looked around, and said with a smile: "Master, judging from my countless years of experience in knowing people, it seems that there is someone..."
"It's getting late, and the poor monk is hungry. Jingxin, are dinner ready?" Fang Zheng suddenly spoke, interrupting Xianyu's words.
Squirrel, who was a little anxious after hearing Xianyu's words, immediately shouted after hearing Fang Zheng's words: "It's done! Just wait for Master to come back and eat!"
"Well, let's go." Fang Zheng nodded and seemed to have no intention of asking further.
Several disciples looked at each other, and Xianyu tugged his beard, approached the squirrel, and said with a smile: "Little guy, I tell you based on my many years of experience, no matter what you have done, you should admit it as soon as possible."
When the squirrel heard this, he hesitated a little...
After Xianyu finished speaking, he walked away leisurely with his fins on his back, as if he were an ancestor.
The squirrel looked at the lone wolf, the monkey, and the red boy. The three guys looked like it was up to them, and then they left.
Fang Zheng entered the backyard, and his eyes were like a scanner, scanning the yard. Today's Fang Zheng is no longer the same as before. His memory is far beyond ordinary people. Although his eyes cannot see through, they can still do things.
You can see all the details at a glance. With this glance, you can see what is in the backyard and nothing, and then compare it one by one with the things in your memory...
However, there was indeed no change in the backyard, so Fang Zheng walked into the kitchen and took another look! Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up and fell on the pile of bowls! Yizhi Temple was not rich before, but now although it has some incense money,
However, Fang Zheng never spends money recklessly. He always feels that in addition to solving livelihood problems, the rest of the money will return to dust and dust, and it will go back where it came from. What the world donates should benefit the world's talents.
Yes. So even though Yizhi Temple had some spare money, Fang Zheng never thought of buying too many luxuries for Yizhi Temple.
Even the extra tables, chairs and benches were carved and carved by Fangzheng one by one.
As for these pots and pans, we have always used the batch passed down by Zen Master Yi Zhi. And that batch was not rich, there were only seven bowls, three plates, and two large bowls in total! This is Yi Zhi
All the things to eat and drink in the temple.
But Fang Zheng glanced over at this moment and found that one of the seven bowls was missing! Thinking about the squirrel's thief-like expression, Fang Zheng suddenly realized that this was so!
Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows, and was about to tell the little guy directly that breaking the bowl was not a big deal, but it would be wrong of you to hide it! But at this moment, Fang Zheng suddenly froze.
Break the bowl?
Why did this scene look so familiar to him? At that moment, something deep in Fang Zheng's memory was brought out, and the dusty memory began to become clear!
It was an autumn more than ten years ago. It was just dawn. A small figure carrying a schoolbag secretly ran out of the gate of Yizhi Temple. Then he took a sneaky look at Yizhi Temple. After making sure that no one saw him,
, the little guy ran away...
After going down the mountain, Fang Zheng, who was always like a thief, breathed a long sigh of relief and went to school in a hurry.
However, Fang Zheng didn't know that right on the top of the mountain, an old monk was looking at Fang Zheng after coming down the mountain with a smile. He was holding a large broken bowl in his hand!
For most people, a bowl is not a rare thing. It is worthless. If it breaks, just shout: "Bless me every year!" Then everyone will smile happily and forget it.
But in Yi Zhi Temple, this bowl is not an ordinary object, it is a person eating!
Fang Zheng has not been a worry-free thing since he was a child. Originally, there were twelve bowls in Yi Zhi Temple. Zen Master Yi Zhi once laughed and said while washing the dishes: "These are the twelve guardian gods of our Yi Zhi Temple."
!With them, you won’t be hungry!”
As a result, the twelve guardians were all killed one by one by this little ancestor. More than once, Zen Master Yi Zhi sighed in the sky: "What evil has this poor monk done? He raised a little ancestor who demolished the temple!"
As of now, there are only two left who are still lingering. Now, another one has been killed...
Zen Master Yizhi looked at the bowl and felt a headache. What should we eat for dinner?
A day passed in a flash, and in the evening, Fangzheng stood at the foot of the mountain, dilly-dallying, wishing he could break one step into ten steps.
Little did he know that this scene was all seen by Zen Master Yi Zhi, but Zen Master Yi Zhi didn't bother to rush him and just waited quietly on the mountain.
Time passed by, no matter how slowly Fang Zheng walked, he was still walking, and finally he came to the mountain. He poked his head into the temple gate, secretly looked around to make sure no one was looking at him, and then Fang Zheng relaxed.
He took a breath and sneaked inside, just like that little thief!
Finally, we walked around to the backyard. As soon as we entered the door, we heard a clang behind us and the door was closed!
"Master, have you eaten?" Fang Zheng looked at Zen Master Yizhi standing behind the door, with cold sweat on his forehead.
Zen Master Yizhi pointed to the kitchen and said, "Go and eat."
Fang Zheng saw that Zen Master Yi Zhi was lifeless and ran in quickly, but after all, he had something in his mind. He thought Zen Master Yi Zhi didn't notice that he broke the bowl, so he felt a little flustered and sat on the edge of the stove, fussing over it.
Accidentally, with a bang, the bowl in my hand fell again!
At that moment, Fang Zheng only felt a buzzing in his forehead. He had no idea what he was doing. He felt that the sky was falling and he was dead!
Just as Fang Zheng was hanging his head, waiting to be beaten, he reached out with a broom and swept the bowl away. He pointed at the Zen Master, said nothing, swept it away, and walked out.
Fang Zheng was puzzled and asked: "Master, are you not angry? The twelve guardians have all been killed..."
Yi Zhi Zen Master said: "Angry."
"Then why don't you hit me?" When Fang Zheng was younger, he was beaten frequently, with big slaps on his buttocks. Now that he thinks about it, it still hurts.
Yi Zhi Zen Master said: "You have grown up and understood the truth. Why are you still beaten?"