Chapter 188: Monk Suxin (25)

It's really a surprise everywhere in life, this just escaped home, and the killer star I met not long ago came to the house!

The young man's stomach was fermenting with indecent words, and his face couldn't stop twitching, thinking that he would never steal the tribute of the public land-in-law at the entrance of the village in the future, could these two spare themselves?

Temporary prayers will definitely not work, and the princess of this land can't suddenly change the monk into nothing, this young man thinks about simply hiding in the house and not going out, can the monk still break in and pull him out?

Outside the earthen wall, the monk knocked on the door and did not see anyone come out, the hunger in the stomach was a little unbearable, this was not obvious when he was on the edge of the cliff just now, he felt uncomfortable at this time, and saw that the courtyard was dilapidated, I was afraid that there was not much to fill the stomach, so he had no choice but to continue walking, planning to go to the next family to find something to eat.

The young man in the house waited for the monk to go away before he dared to breathe, only to feel that there was green smoke on the ancestral grave today, so that he could avoid one disaster after another.

This village is too small, the monk went to the next house, saw that the peasant woman of this family was drying a basket of grain in the yard, the wall was completely muddy, it was half a person high, the peasant woman heard the footsteps and looked up, and saw a fairy-like figure standing outside her door, at that time her eyes were all the time, and she felt that her chest was stuffy and she almost fainted.

Oh my God, is there such a handsome man?

The monk adapted well to the peasant woman's straight eyes, anyway, he was seen by people so young, so he immediately bowed: "This donor, can you give the little monk some food?"

"Eat, yes, of course, ChildeΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β· No, no, monk, wait a minute. β€œ

In these years, no one wants to offend these Taoists, Buddhas, and fairies, even if they come to the door to eat, there are no good things at home, the woman put down the dustpan in her hand, patted her clothes, turned around and immediately entered the house, and after a while, she brought a big bowl out, under which was some corn porridge, and on top were two multigrain cakes, and opened the gate that was not considered the courtyard gate, that is, the bowl was handed to the monk, and there was still some shame on her face: "Senior monk, I wronged you to eat these coarse food, my husband went hunting, and when he came back, I asked him to exchange some fine grains for you." β€œ

"It's good that you've thought about it, thank you. β€œ

Although he was hungry, the monk had to do all the rituals, thanked the woman, and then took the food and ate it.

Don't look at the food rough throat, the porridge water still has some peculiar smell, but the monk eats with relish, for him, he eats the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and the coarse food and light rice are also eaten, the former is enjoyable, the latter fills his stomach, as long as it does not cost money, he eats happily.

There is no gobbling, but the speed of eating is not slow, the movements look elegant, the woman looks interesting, it seems that this monk is from a good mountain gate, and the average small temple can not raise such an elegant monk.

After the monk finished eating the food, he returned the bowl to the peasant woman to thank him, took the peasant woman back and said with a smile: "I don't know if the monk is in a hurry, if you are not in a hurry, the little woman will clean up a room for you, this night is getting colder and colder, our village is remote, I am afraid that you will not be able to find a place to stay tonight." β€œ

"My mother-in-law was a devout person to the Buddha when she was alive, you come to stay for one night, and let the little woman do her best, my family can come back before sunset, this mountain road is difficult and rugged, just let him show you the way tomorrow morning, give you a ride. β€œ

"In that case, then bother. β€œ

"Don't bother, don't bother, monk, please come in. β€œ

The peasant woman smiled heartily, welcomed the monk into the courtyard, let the monk sit at the low table for a while, wiped her hands on the cloth around her waist, and took the bowl into the kitchen.

At night, the monk rested in the main house of the peasant woman's house, unlike the rich believer, who could prepare a special guest room for the monk, and the monk lived in the main house, so the woman and her husband could only sleep in the remaining utility room of the house, take a softer thatch and put it on the ground, and then make a bed and quilt on it, and so on for a night. It seems that the monk is a little rude, but in fact, it is normal in this continent, not to mention the host's hospitality, that is, there are many demons in this continent, and the Taoist Buddha of the Demon Guardian Road is prosperous, and the people are mostly respectful when they see it, and if the monk is polite, it makes the host's family feel uneasy.

Early in the morning of the second day, the peasant woman had already prepared breakfast, and her husband sat down warmly with the monk, pointing to the food on the table with some embarrassment: "The farmer's coarse food has neglected the master, and I will change some fine grain later, and make cakes to satisfy your hunger on the road." β€œ

"Thank you for the kindness of the benefactor, the poor monk is not welcome. β€œ

"What are you polite, master, you are serious, my mother was the most pious in her life, if she let her old man know that my son is disrespectful to monks, I am afraid that she will scold me in a dream tonight." β€œ

The farmer was very careful to greet the monk to eat breakfast, he did not move two mouthfuls before the monk finished eating, let the woman take some brown sugar from the kitchen and tie it with straw rope, and went to the village to change the fine grain, when the monk stopped chopsticks, the peasant woman used the remaining brown sugar to make sugar water and served it, and said with a smile that the farmer did not have any good things, and it was good to get some sugar water so that the master could sweeten his mouth.

The farmer came back quickly, followed by a half-grown young man, carrying half a small bag of grain on his back, and he was very happy to call "Auntie", but when he looked at the back of the bald head, he suddenly stiffened.

I'm rubbing, what kind of luck is this, why hasn't this monk left yet?

There was a slight twist in his legs, and the farmer slapped him on the head: "What are you doing in a daze, don't take the grain in." ”

"Dundun is here, come in, Auntie has good food here. β€œ

When the peasant woman saw the boy, she greeted him with a smile, divided the monk's remaining breakfast into two multigrain steamed buns, and poured a bowl of brown sugar water for the boy, and the farmer took off the small half bag of white flour from his back, and pushed the boy in front of his aunt: "Stunned boy, when you see something delicious, you can't move." β€œ

The monk smiled kindly at the kid: "This kid is really spiritual. β€œ

"No, I don't know how Sun Laosan's old boy gave birth to such a beautiful son, master, don't look at our village is remote, go out to that town, I really don't see a few descendants who can compare with this kid's spirit. β€œ

The farmer laughed, not seeing anything wrong with his eldest nephew, so he asked the peasant woman to bake the white flour she had bought into cakes, and then sat down to chat with the monk.

Sun Yu stiffened his face and almost buried his face in the bowl, squatting on the threshold of the corner to eat his meal, but his ears were pointed but he listened to his uncle chatting with the monk, and his spirit was tense and he did not dare to say a word.

The monk glanced at the kid with his spare eyes, and the emotions flashed in his eyes were playful, as if he hadn't noticed the kid's abnormality, and naturally talked about the kid while chatting, and the farmer didn't defend himself, but he lifted the kid's old bottom up. β€œ