The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Founder glanced at the temple, and he usually returned, and a group of disciples would report collectively!

But this time, why did the lone wolf, monkey, and red baby come after? What about squirrels?

Founder looked around and didn't see the little thing. With a frown, he asked, "What about the clear width?"

"Master, I'm here!" The squirrel screamed and jumped down from the tree, but this time he did not playfully jump to Fang Zheng's shoulders, but fell on the head of the lone wolf, a pair of big eyes thief slipping Turn, just do not dare to look at the Founder.

Fang Zheng squinted his eyes. How could he be so familiar with this small look?

Founder looked at the squirrel, and the squirrel looked up at the sky ...

Founder looked at the others, and the monkey stood there silently without saying a word; the lone wolf looked at Fang Zheng with a dumb look, as if he was a stupid dog and didn't know anything; the red baby pretended to take care of it. Holding his little monk suit.

The salted fish stood on the side of the founder, looked around, and laughed: "Master, judging from the countless years of my old man's experience, there seems to be someone ..."

"It's early, the poor monk is hungry. Jingxin, is dinner ready?" Fang Zheng suddenly spoke, interrupting the salted fish.

The squirrel, who was a little annoyed when he heard the salty fish, immediately called out to the Founder: "It's done! Just wait for the master to come back and eat!"

"Well, let's go." Fang Zheng nodded, and didn't seem to follow up.

A few disciples looked at each other, and the salted fish ripped his beard and drew it in front of the squirrel. He smiled and said, "Little things, tell you from my many years of experience, no matter what you do, recognize it early."

When the squirrel heard it, he was a little hesitant ...

After finishing the salty fish, carrying the fins, the gesture of an old ancestor, left leisurely.

The squirrel looked at the lone wolf, the monkey, and the red baby. The three guys looked at you with their own eyes, and then left.

Founder entered the backyard, and his eyes were like a scanner, and he swept across the yard. Today's Founder is no longer the founder of the past. His memory is far beyond ordinary people. Although his eyes cannot be seen through, he can see everything at a glance. This glance glanced over, there was nothing in the backyard, nothing was in the eyes, and then one by one with the memory ...

But the backyard did not change much, so Founder walked into the kitchen and glanced again! Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lighted up and landed on that zongzi bowl! Yizhi Temple was not rich before, although now it has some incense money, but Founder never spends it arbitrarily. He always felt that in addition to solving the problem of livelihood, the rest was still dust and dust, and wherever it went, it was better. Donations made by the world should benefit the world's talents. Therefore, even though Yizhi Temple has some spare money, Founder never thought of adding too many luxury goods to Yizhi Temple.

Even the extra tables, chairs and benches were made by Founder one by one.

The pots and pans have always used the batch passed down by the Zen master. And that batch is not rich, there are only seven bowls, three plates, two sea bowls! This is all the thing about eating and drinking in Yizhi Temple.

But Founder glanced at it at this moment, only to find that one of the seven bowls was missing! If you think about the squirrel's expression like a thief, Founder suddenly realized that it was so!

Founder frowned, and was about to talk directly to this little guy, it is not a big deal to break the bowl, but you're not hiding it! But at this moment, Founder suddenly stopped.

Break the bowl?

Why is he so familiar with this scene? At that moment, something deeper in Founder's memory was hooked out, and Meng Chen's memory began to become clearer!

It was a fall more than ten years ago, and just after dawn, a small figure carrying a schoolbag secretly ran out of the gate of the temple, and then the head of the temple looked at the temple with a head. After making sure no one saw him, the little guy ran away and ran away ...

Down the mountain, the original founder was a long sigh of relief like a thief, fart to fart went to school.

However, Fang Zheng didn't know. On the top of the mountain, an old monk was smiling at Fang Zheng after he went down the mountain. In his hand, he was holding a big broken bowl!

The bowl, for most people, is not a rare thing. It is worthless and broke. Just shout, "Are you safe every year!" Then everyone smiled, and that's it.

But in the one-finger temple, this bowl is not an ordinary object, this is the guy who eats!

Founder was not a worry-free thing since he was a child. Originally, there were twelve bowls in the temple. One finger Zen master smiled and said, "This is the twelve guardian gods of the temple ! With them, you ca n’t be hungry! "

As a result, the twelve guardians were all killed by the little ancestors one by one. One-finger Zen master Yang Tian sighed more than once: "What evil did the poor monk create? He raised a little ancestor who demolished the temple!"

Up to now, there are only two remaining. Now one more ...

One finger Zen master looked at the bowl, it was a headache, how about eating this dinner?

The day passed and the day passed. In the evening, the Founder stood at the foot of the mountain, grinded, one step into one step.

He didn't know that this scene was seen by the one-handed Zen master, but the one-handed Zen master did not urge him, and waited quietly on the mountain.

Time passed minute by minute, Founder walked more slowly, after all, he was walking, and eventually came to the mountain. Penetrating into the gate of the monastery with a probe, he looked around secretly, making sure that no one was watching him, and Fang Zheng was relieved and went inside secretly. Just like that little thief!

The result went to the backyard. As soon as I entered the door, I heard a bang behind me and the door closed!

"Master, did your old man eat?" Fang Zheng looked at the Zen master who was standing behind the door, his head full of cold sweat.

A Zen master pointed at the kitchen and said, "Go and eat."

Founder saw that the Zen master was not angry, and hurried in, but after all, there was a ghost in his heart. I thought the Zen master didn't notice that he broke the bowl, and his heart was a little flustered. When he was sitting on the side of the stove, he was careless and slammed, and the bowl in his hand fell again!

At that moment, Fang Zheng only felt a buzzing in his head, he didn't know what he was doing, he felt the sky was falling, and he was dead!

Zheng Fang was pulling his head in that place, waiting to be beaten. As a result, a broom stretched out and swept away the bowl. He pointed at the Zen master and said nothing. After sweeping out, he went out.

Founder wondered, and asked, "Master, aren't you angry? All twelve guardians have been killed ..."

One finger Zen master said: "Angry."

"Then why don't you hit me?" When Fang Zheng was younger, he was not beaten, and he slapped his **** on the ass. Now he thinks it's still hot.

One finger Zen master said: "You have grown up, understand the truth, what else do you hit?"

Founder was stunned ...