When Hong Boy heard this, his little face suddenly fell down. He looked at the monkey who was just like an old monk in trance. He smiled evilly in the blink of an eye. He looked so thief. He really wanted to go over and slap him in the face to make him understand who was right. Mountain King! It's a pity that Fang Zheng was here, so he didn't dare to mess around. He looked at Fang Zheng bitterly and said, "Master... then... then my bed should be as beautiful as this."
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Looking at your potential, don't worry, your bed will be fine. Go fetch water, there is almost no water in the Buddha vat."
When Hong Hai'er heard what Fang Zheng said, she immediately jumped up and down the mountain carrying two big buckets.
When Red Boy went up the mountain, there was no sign of Fangzheng in the backyard. Only the monkey was seen sitting there. He said calmly: "Don't look at it. Master went to the bamboo forest to enjoy the cool air. Your bed is ready and placed in the kitchen."
"Really?!" When Hong Hai'er heard this, he was immediately ecstatic and rushed into the kitchen. Monkey glanced at Hong Hai'er's back and snickered.
Then…
"Master! How could you do this! I will fight with you!" The next moment, Red Boy rushed out, howling and rushing into the bamboo forest.
Almost at the same time, the back door opened, and Fang Zheng walked in, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand and saying with a smile: "Disciple, what did you shout just now? Are you going to fight with me?"
Hong Hai'er looked at the sly smile on Fang Zheng's face, and her heart trembled. She swallowed and said, "Master, you are hallucinating. How could I say such a thing? I mean... I am closer to you. , Amitabha, good, good, good.”
Fang Zheng saw Hong Hai'er's appearance and smiled with satisfaction: "That's pretty much it. Tell me what you want?"
Hong Hai'er rushed into the back kitchen, pointed at the enlarged cradle hanging on the beam in the back kitchen, and said with an aggrieved face: "Master, this is the bed you made for me? Where's the bed you promised me?" I'm over a thousand years old, and you're just going to let me sleep like this?" Hong Boy's teeth were grinding loudly as he talked about his sadness.
Fang Zheng put his hands behind his back, looked at the cradle, nodded and said, "This one is indeed a bit small. How about I make it bigger for you?"
"It's not a matter of size! I'm already an adult! I want to sleep on the bed! Not the cradle!" Red Boy cried aggrievedly.
"Oh, you are an adult." Fang Zheng said.
"Yes, you are definitely an adult. It's just that your body grows slowly." Hong Hai'er patted her small chest and said firmly.
Fang Zheng said: "Since you are an adult, you can do more work in our temple from now on..."
"Master!" Red Boy suddenly shouted, interrupting Fang Zheng's words.
"What are you doing?" Fang Zheng asked cutely.
Hong Hai'er said very seriously: "In our Monster Clan, a thousand years is still a child. After thinking about it, I still have to calculate according to the standards of the Monster Clan."
Fang Zheng looked at the cradle: "What about this cradle?"
"Well, it's a bit small..." Honghai'er was still a little unwilling.
"That's it, then throw this aside and let's cook and burn firewood. I'll make a bigger one for you, master." As Fang Zheng spoke, he took off the cradle and threw it into the yard. In fact, this cradle is not bad at all. It has not only the texture of cold bamboo, but also the scriptures carefully carved by Fangzheng. Although it is not gorgeous, every word is written by dragons and Buddhas. It is majestic and majestic, and anyone can sleep in it. , you will be very at ease, sleep without panic or irritability, and be very comfortable. However, Fangzheng discovered that although the cradle was just right for Red Boy to sleep on, it was still a bit small considering that he was not sleeping honestly...
"Okay, you guys stay here and choose some good bamboo for me." After saying that, Fang Zheng was about to go out.
Red Boy caught up and tugged on Fang Zheng's clothes like a kitten. He looked at Fang Zheng pitifully and said, "Master, can't I sleep on the bed?"
Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and sighed, "Then do you think a monkey is suitable for sleeping in a cradle?"
Hong Hai'er was stunned and didn't understand what Fang Zheng meant by what he said. He returned to the yard confused and sat down angrily.
The monkey who was reciting Buddhist sutras raised his eyelids and said: "Junior brother, do you want to sleep on the bed so much? Do you know that a bed as big as mine, excluding the time when Master is lazy, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, will only really take an hour. That cradle of yours , he also worked on it for an hour... He put much more care into your cradle than my bed."
Hong Hai'er was stunned. Normally, he carried water almost every twenty minutes, coming and going like the wind, but this time he deliberately slowed down because he was thinking about his bed, hoping to see the finished product when he came back. So he squeezed the time and got back after being stuck for more than an hour. Sure enough, the bed was ready, but it turned out to be a cradle... Guang was angry at that time, but he didn't think about it carefully.
Now think about it carefully... I ran over, took the cradle, and looked at the majestic scriptures on it, as if I could see Fang Zheng's shadow in every word, and he was smiling at him! The smile is very gentle, like warm jade, like the early morning sunshine. Looking at these scriptures, his heart felt warm and comfortable.
"These scriptures were written and carved by Master. You always feel that Master is not good to you, but in fact Master is the best to you. He takes you down the mountain most often. Although he lets you carry water for cooking, every time You eat the most delicious food..." When the monkey said this, he patted Red Boy's shoulder and said, "Our temple is too small, and the kitchen is even smaller. A big pot, kitchen utensils, and firewood take up so much space. Putting down a bed is already the limit... Of course, if you must sleep on a bed, I can sleep in a cradle, but your cradle is really a bit small... But I can make do with it on the floor... "
"Who wants to trade with you? You are so beautiful!" Red Boy suddenly spoke, glared at the monkey, then held the cradle like a baby, ran into the kitchen, hung it up, jumped into the cradle, and walked towards Next lie down, not too big, not too small, just right! It is indeed tailor-made!
The cold bamboo itself is cool. When you lie in it and rock the cradle, a small breeze will blow, bringing the coolness of the cold bamboo. In an instant, most of the heat in midsummer will dissipate! So cool!
The monkey lay beside the cradle and said, "Junior brother, don't you dislike it anymore?"
"Disgusting! But I don't like waste!" Red Boy jumped out of the cradle and walked away shaking his head: "Master is still a trap, but waste is shameful, and I can't be a trap like him. So, this cradle is just fine..."
After saying that, Red Boy ran away and went to find Fang Zheng.
When the monkey saw this, he laughed.
After Red Boy left, Lone Wolf climbed out of the kennel, shook his head and said: "Actually, junior brother is quite cute, but his mouth is as tough as a dead duck."
"Well, that makes sense. Senior brother, are you sure you don't want to modify this dog house? The bed made of cold bamboo is very cool and very comfortable. If you use cold bamboo to make a house, you won't have to stick out your tongue every day." said the monkey.
The lone wolf rolled his eyes at the monkey and said, "I won't change it! I won't change it even if I beat him to death! What's wrong with sticking out his tongue? My dad used to stick his tongue out to cool down, my mom did the same, my grandpa did the same, and my grandpa did the same! All my ancestors were like this. Those who have come here will of course pass it on to me. I won’t tell you anymore, I’ll go and cool off under the tree.”
(End of chapter)