"Good things come hard, and good things are definitely hard to find. I suggest that everyone go up the mountain and have a look! Maybe the mage has gone back to the mountain." The man in the flower shirt shouted. His name is Hua Luo. His name is very elegant, but his personality is not that good. elegant.
Everyone responded immediately in Wenyan. Now that the commotion has begun, these guests from the city have gradually regarded finding Zongzi as a small goal, and they are more interested in joining in the fun. After all, in the city, it is not easy for so many people to come together for one thing, to organize activities, to talk, laugh and have all kinds of fun. Nowadays, it is rare to have such an opportunity, and everyone's interest is high.
Especially the children, who are by themselves at home. Now that they see so many children gathering together and having a great time, of course they love to join in the fun even more.
So, with Hua Luo's shout, a group of people went up the mountain in a mighty manner.
However, two hours later, they looked at the closed temple door and were dumbfounded!
"Is it closed on purpose, or is there no one inside at all?" Hua Luo's wife asked doubtfully.
"Open the door and go in to see if you can find out." Hua Luo said.
"No!" At this moment, a shout came, and then several villagers ran over and blocked the crowd. The leader was Wang Yougui who came running after hearing the news.
"Village Chief, what are you doing?" Hua Luo asked in confusion.
Wang Yougui said: "The temple is closed, so you can't go in. Abbot Fangzheng is probably not here, so everyone should go back."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't come in? Then they wandered outside, looking at the lush and green bamboo forest in the distance, and had some ideas, but Wang Yougui blocked them again. It’s a joke, that’s the village’s signboard, so many people are running towards it, but they can’t see it.
Everyone could only watch from a distance, and then sat on the mountain one by one unable to go down. They had to wait until Fang Zheng came back, or at least have a good time. Some of these people didn't eat it, but some people did, and the lingering fragrance in their mouths made them intoxicated. The point is, it is said that these rice dumplings are only available today. If you miss it today, you will have to wait until next year. So every foodie just waits for their own taste! Those who have never eaten are even more curious. Since there are people waiting, let’s wait together. Otherwise, if others get it but you don’t get it, wouldn’t it be a huge loss
However…
The whole morning has passed...
Fang Zheng didn't come back.
The afternoon has passed and Fang Zheng hasn’t come back yet…
A group of people went from being full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit to finally turning into eggplants beaten by frost, wilting and wondering if it was time to give up and go down the mountain...
And what is Fang Zheng doing at this moment
After watching the dragon boat race outside and strolling around for a whole day, the people from Yizhi Temple finally walked back unsteadily.
On the way, Fangzheng was also curious about what kind of world Red Boy was in, so he asked, "Jingxin, how do you educate children in your hometown?"
"Education? What's so good about education? In our place, if you have a big fist, you are right, and if you have strength, you are a king! In my mountain, I don't want to brag. If I say one thing, all the little monsters in the mountain will be busy to death. Oh... then... This is life, unlike here, with all the rules and restrictions." Hong Hai'er missed his past life quite a bit.
Squirrel asked curiously: "Junior brother, you are so powerful. But what if you meet someone more powerful?"
Honghai'er said: "More powerful? It's okay. My father and mother are very powerful. My mother has a fan again. If anyone is not convinced, give it a fan! Hey, that person doesn't know how far he has flown. My father is even more powerful. That’s the King of Power, who dares to mess with me!”
"Then if your father and your mother fight, who is stronger?" Squirrel asked cutely.
Honghai'er suddenly became speechless...
Fang Zheng snorted and laughed. This squirrel's brain is really... unique!
Red Boy wrinkled his nose when he saw Fang Zheng smiling. With his temperament, how could he not retaliate even after being laughed at? So he said: "I don't know this either."
"Didn't they fight?" Lone Wolf also asked curiously.
Hong Hai'er shook his head and said, "I've been beaten many times." When he said this, Hong Hai'er said with a vicissitudes of life, "I won't say it anymore, it would make me sad if I talk too much."
"Since we have been beaten, there must be someone who is more powerful. I guess Jingxin's mother must be more powerful. After all, she has such a powerful fan." Squirrel said.
The lone wolf said: "Your father must be more powerful. King Hercules, is he like a bear? Where can he stand so that the wind can't blow him away?"
There is no way for a lone wolf and a squirrel to communicate. They all talk about their own things.
Honghai'er said: "I don't know. Every time they fight, I find it very funny. I clap my hands on the side and let them fight more intensely. As a result, I get beaten by mixed doubles every time... Oh, my childhood. , it’s too horrible to look at…”
When Fang Zheng heard this, he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. No wonder this red boy is so bearish, his emotional parents are also two bearish parents...
While talking, I returned to the mountain, but before I went up, I saw countless pairs of eyes on the mountain looking this way, and each of their eyes was about to emit green light!
Red Boy stood in front of Fang Zheng and shouted: "Master, be careful!" After calling out, Red Boy regretted it. What did it have to do with him whether the thief Bald died or not? He was liberated only after he died!
Fang Zheng laughed, clasped his hands together, and said to everyone: "Amitabha, donors, what are you doing?"
"Abbot Fangzheng, you are back. What else are you doing? I'm waiting for you. It's all the fault of your rice dumplings... These are all here to ask for rice dumplings." Wang Yougui came over first and explained the situation clearly.
Fang Zheng was helpless when he heard this. He knew that the village was having farmhouse entertainment, but he didn't expect that a few rice dumplings would cause such a big reaction. Look at the green eyes of everyone, if they don’t get rice dumplings for them today, they might explode...
Then Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Dear donors, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. All the rice dumplings given out by the poor monk have been given out, and there is not a single one left."
What a joke, how much savings does Fang Zheng have? Making rice dumplings costs money! Real money and silver are given to the people in the village, and they are almost bankrupt. How about giving them to outsiders? Do you really think Fang Zheng is a rich man
"Abbot Fangzheng, you can't do this. We've been waiting here all day. Look, we haven't eaten lunch yet. We're just waiting for your rice dumplings." Hualuo was anxious, but she also lied. They couldn't eat lunch. They all ate, and even though they didn’t go down the mountain, someone brought them up.
Fang Zheng still shook his head and said: "Sorry, donor, the poor monk really has no rice dumplings. He prepared all the rice dumplings yesterday and gave them away today."
Fangzheng didn't dare to open his mouth. The crystal rice dumplings were definitely delicious. If these people were addicted to eating them and asked for them every day... Is he a monk or a businessman? They were given to the villagers because of their kindness to each other, but what about these people? Fang Zheng doesn't have any feelings for them, and it's been said that Zongzi is the same...
After saying that, Fang Zheng led his disciples back to Yizhi Temple, opened the door and closed the door without hesitation.
(End of chapter)