Fang Zheng glanced at the temple. Usually when he comes back, a group of disciples will report together!
But this time, why did the Lone Wolf, the Monkey, and the Red Boy come later? What about squirrels
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. How could this little look look so familiar to him
Fangzheng looked at the squirrel, and 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 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, walked up to 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 was a little hesitant...
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 you have to figure it out, and then they left.
Fang Zheng entered the backyard, and his eyes scanned the yard like a scanner. The Fang Zheng of today is no longer the Fang Zheng of the past. His memory is far beyond that of ordinary people. Although his eyes cannot see through, they can still see everything at a glance. With this glance, I could see what was in the backyard and nothing at all. Then I compared it one by one with the things in my memory...
However, there was really no change in the backyard, so Fangzheng 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 wealthy before. Although it now has some money for incense, Fang Zheng never spends money recklessly. He always felt that in addition to solving the problem of livelihood, the rest of the money would return to where it came from. What the world donates should benefit the world. Therefore, 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 crafted by Fang Zheng one by one.
As for these pots and pans, we have always used the batch passed down by Zen Master Yizhi. And that batch was not rich either. There were only seven bowls, three plates, and two ocean bowls in total! This is all about eating and drinking in Ichijiji Temple.
But Fang Zheng glanced over at this moment and found that one of the seven bowls was missing! Thinking about the thief-like expression of the squirrel again, 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 was wrong of you to hide it! But at this moment, Fang Zheng suddenly froze.
Break the bowl
Why does 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. At dawn, a small figure carrying a schoolbag secretly ran out of the gate of Yizhi Temple, and then took a sly look at Yizhi Temple. After making sure 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. In his hand, he was holding a large, broken bowl!
For most people, a bowl is not a rare thing. It is worthless. If it breaks, just shout: "Be safe and sound 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 smiled 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. Zen Master Yi Zhi raised his head and sighed more than once: "What evil has this poor monk done? He raised a little ancestor who demolished the temple!"
As of now, only two are left hanging on. 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 blink of an eye, and in the evening, Fangzheng stood at the foot of the mountain, dilly-dallying, wishing he could divide his steps into ten steps.
Little did he know that this scene was 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 minute by second. 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 and looked around secretly to make sure no one was looking at him. Then Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief 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 Master Yizhi was lifeless and ran in quickly, but after all, he had something wrong with him. I thought Zen Master Yi Zhi didn't notice that he broke the bowl, so I was a little flustered. I sat on the edge of the stove and was fussy, but accidentally, there was a bang, and 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, a broom came over and swept the bowl away. Pointing at the Zen master, without saying anything, he swept out and walked out.
Fang Zheng was puzzled and asked: "Master, are you not angry? The twelve guardians have all been killed..."
One finger pointed at Zen Master and said: "Angry."
"Then why didn'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 understand the truth. Why are you still beaten?"
Fang Zheng was stunned...
(End of chapter)