Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 586

2021-02-28

Chapter 586 Reunion of old friends

It was the most common thing for high-level executives to discuss.

But this time, with martial law, the meaning is different.

The hosts who came by appointment also knew the intention of the abbot's host, which was to hand over contacts to martial law and prepare in advance for giving way.

Before the show, the abbot presided over salute to everyone and said in his mouth.

"From now on, this child of martial law will serve as the host of Fuyuan Temple. Please take care of it!" Under his leadership, Yuan Temple will surely develop more and more prosperous.

The martial law also knows that this is a polite remark. Although they are both members of the Shimen, they walk with each other at any time, and it is also a competitive relationship.

If Fuyuan Temple is prosperous, they will not benefit, but if martial law is not effective, it will destroy the great foundation, naturally it is their chance.

After the show, everyone left one by one, and the martial law also returned to the hospital to rest.

There was still a strange scene in his mind.

Before leaving, the teenager hosted Yuantong, laughed meaningfully to him.

It feels weird.

Martial Law clearly remembers that he saw him for the first time today, but looking at his eyes, he seems to have known him for many years.

"Don't tell me, where have you seen it?"

The martial law kept thinking over and over again, but he still couldn't figure it out.

After returning to the hospital, Martial Law was meditating when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

It turned out to be the Courtyard Master, who was in charge of making monk robes. Behind him were two rows of novices, holding measuring rulers, needles, and cloth samples in their hands.

It was only then that he remembered martial law. Today is already getting better. He made a tailor-made cassock robe presided over by the abbot and wore it in time for the celebration.

According to the traditional teachings of Shimen, monks' robes cannot be made of new cloth. They should be made of rags from alms. Otherwise, where do those criss-crossed squares come from? These are all layers. Layer patches are stacked.

To this day, no matter which famous temple and ancient temple, there is no such rule.

No matter how shabby the temple is, when the presiding officer takes office, he will pull on a few pieces of new cloth to make a new robe.

In addition to the cassocks of eminent monks and great virtues, those who have been blessed with merit and virtue have become famous and are qualified to be passed down.

This time at Fuyuan Temple, the situation was special.

It happened to this generation of martial law, so fat from the beginning to the end, his father's robes and robes were designated not to wear.

Therefore, there is today's tailor-made.

Fuyuan Temple is like a large state-owned enterprise in later generations. Birth, aging, sickness and death, clothing, food, housing and transportation are all inside. Even if the monks stay at home, they can live their whole life.

The monk Courtyard Master in front of him has the most exquisite craftsmanship in the temple, and he took the initiative to undertake this task.

Seeing the martial law opening, the monk Courtyard Master said with a smile, "Presiding over martial law!"

As soon as martial law raised his head, "Come in!"

Quiet indoor!

The monk Courtyard Master took his own measures to measure him, and muttered in his heart, "This body is too expensive for fabrics, and one person is worth three!"

On the surface, he But with a smile on his face, "Presiding over martial law, you really have a solemn appearance, and you are as lucky as Maitreya Buddha!" How many times I listened to it, I was polite at first, but when I realized it, I just shut up and ignored it.

After memorizing the measurements, the monk Courtyard Master made calculations with his fingers. After a while, he had already outlined the style of the cassock and the monk's robe in the heart.

"Wait a minute!"

He turned around to pick up scissors and needles, and manipulated the fabric. After a while, the rough sample was ready.

"Master of martial law, look, there is something you are not satisfied with, I should!" I'm done!"

"Absolutely not!"

The monk Courtyard Master put his hand on his chest and said in a sworn tone, "The old monk's clothes are absolutely both comfortable and beautiful. .”

After watching martial law a few times, nodded, subconsciously asked, “What fabric to choose?” , with Shu brocade as the first, but we can't get it in Fuyuan Temple."

The martial law thought for a while, and said, "If it is Supreme, ordinary goods will be fine!"

"Also No!"

The Courtyard Master was busy explaining things.

The martial law sighed, he also knew, was an unrealistic fantasy.

The holy monk of Shimen is only qualified to wear Shu brocade. What is he?

"The sample clothes are so decided. As for the fabrics, how many do you choose?"

"..."

"Just choose these kinds of fabrics, although the quality is not top, you can use gold wire trim, embellished with various gems, well, the martial law host likes What?"

"Just choose the Seven Treasures of the Buddhist Family!"

"But also!"

"Is the golden wire stranded with eight strands, sixteen strands, or Thirty-two!"

"Sixteen!"

"..."

After the monk Courtyard Master asked for all the details, he brought a small The novices left one after another.

The martial law gave a sigh of relief, this is so frustrating, I am exhausted!

He took out a lacquer box and a variety of pastries, all cooked in lard, which is very nourishing!

After taking a few bites, my cheeks are bulging.

Martial Law picked up a cup of hot tea and was about to hand down a mouthful of cakes.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door outside, causing him to choke.

"Who is it?"

"About Senior Brother Yan, younger brother Fang Dou!"

Martial law stared round, and took the food box and water bottle to the nearest Throw it on the ground.

Then, leaving behind the jingle, he hurried out of the small courtyard.

The wooden door opened, and martial law felt like stepping back in time and returning to the past.

Standing in front of him is like...Fang Dou back then.

"Fang Dou brother, why haven't you grown old?"

Martial law pulled on his face, although he was still fat, his flesh had begun to slacken, which was the trace left by the years.

However, Fang Dou in front of him, as if coming out of memory, did not change at all.

"My looks are so tender!"

Martial law sighed, "Fang Dou brother, why do I feel like I just saw you a moment ago?"

Fang Dou laughed, I just saw it, I was chatting with the host of the abbot just now!

“Where have you been all these years?”

The martial law came back to his senses, pulled Fang Dou into the hospital, and talked to him carefully.

It turns out that over the years, he has been sending people to Jiming Temple every year to give gifts.

But after Fang Dou left, there was no news. After more than ten years, the gate of Jiming Temple was locked, and there was no news of Fang Dou.

Martial law, mobilized Fuyuan Temple's contacts in Shimen, and searched for Fang Dou's traces everywhere, but found nothing.

Until a few years ago, Fang Dou returned to Jiming Temple and scattered rice in all directions, which was a sensation.

The martial law received the news, immediately went to meet, didn't expect, then Fang Dou left again.

Just like that, I missed more than ten years.

Fang Dou felt guilty when he heard this. The Old Brothers had great loyalty, but he did something wrong!

The last time I went back to Jiming Temple, no matter how busy I was, I had to make time to see each other.

"Senior Brother Yan!"

Fang Dou was about to speak when he suddenly remembered the matter of the monk Courtyard Master he had seen earlier.

"Are you going to make clothes?"

(end of this chapter)

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