Fang Zheng glanced at the temple, usually when he came back, a group of disciples would report collectively!

But this time, why did the lone wolf, the monkey, and the red boy come after that? What about the squirrel?

Fang Zheng looked around, but he didn't see this little thing, his brows furrowed, and he asked, "What about the net width?"

"Master, I'm here!" the squirrel screamed and jumped down from the tree, but this time he didn't naughtily jump onto Fang Zheng's shoulder, but landed on the head of the lone wolf, and a pair of big eyes rolled around, but he didn't dare to look at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes, how could he be so familiar with this little look?

Fang Zheng looked at the squirrel, and the squirrel looked up at the sky......

Fang Zheng looked at the others, the monkey stood there with low eyebrows and did not say a word, the lone wolf looked at Fang Zheng with a cute look, as if he was a stupid dog and didn't know anything, and the red boy pretended to take care of his little monk's clothes.

Salted fish stood on the edge of the square, looked around, and said with a smile: "Master, judging from my old man's countless years of experience in knowing people, it seems that someone ......."

"It's not early, the poor monk is hungry. Pure Heart, is dinner ready?" Fang Zheng suddenly spoke, interrupting Salted Fish's words.

The squirrel, who was a little anxious when he heard the salted fish's words, immediately exclaimed when he heard Fang Zheng's words: "It's done!

"Well, let's go. Fang Zheng nodded, as if he had no intention of asking further.

Several disciples glanced at each other, salted fish pulled his beard, leaned in front of the squirrel, and said with a smile: "Little thing, with my years of experience, I will tell you, no matter what you do, admit it early." ”

When the squirrel heard this, he immediately hesitated......

After the salted fish finished speaking, he carried the fins on his back, and walked away leisurely with the posture of an ancestor.

The squirrel looked at the lone wolf, the monkey, and the red child, and the three guys looked at each other as if you were looking at it yourself, and then walked away.

Fang Zheng entered the backyard, and a pair of eyes swept through the yard like a scanner. Today's Fangzheng is no longer the Fangzheng of the past, his memory is far beyond ordinary people, although a pair of eyes can't see through, but he can also see everything in detail. This glance swept over, what was in the backyard, nothing, all under the eye, and then compared with the things in memory one by one......

However, the backyard really didn't change much, so Fang Zheng walked into the kitchen and glanced at it again! Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up and landed on the stack of bowls! Yizhi Temple was not rich before, but now although he has some incense money, Fang Zheng never spends money indiscriminately. He always felt that in addition to solving the problem of livelihood, the rest of the money was still dust to dust, soil to earth, where it came from and where it went back. What the world donates, it should benefit the world. Therefore, even though Yizhi Temple has some spare money, Fangzheng has never thought of adding too many luxuries to Yizhi Temple.

Even if there are extra tables, chairs and benches, they are also carved by Fangzheng.

And this pot and pan has been using the batch handed down by the Zen master. And that group was not rich, there were only seven bowls, three plates, and two large bowls!

But Fang Zheng glanced at the past at this moment, only to find that one of the seven bowls was missing! Thinking about the squirrel's thief-like expression, Fang Zheng suddenly realized, I see!

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows, and was about to talk to this little guy directly, breaking the bowl is not a big deal, but it is wrong for you to hide it! But at this moment, Fang Zheng was suddenly stunned.

Break the bowl?

Why was this scene so familiar to him? At that moment, something in the depths of Fang Zheng's memory was hooked out, and the dusty memory began to become clear!

It was an autumn more than ten years ago, and the sky was just dawning, and a small figure carrying a schoolbag secretly ran out of the gate of the temple, and then the thief glanced at the temple. After making sure that no one saw him, the little one ran away......

After going down the mountain, Fang Zheng, who was originally like a thief, breathed a long sigh of relief and went to school.

However, Fang Zheng didn't know that 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 big broken bowl!

Bowls, for most people, this is not a rare thing, worthless, broken, just shout: "Years are safe!" and then everyone laughs happily, and forget it.

But in the One Finger Temple, this bowl is not an ordinary object, this is a guy who eats!

Fang Zheng has not been a worry-free thing since he was a child, originally there were twelve bowls in the temple, and the Zen master used to laugh, washing the dishes while saying: "These are the twelve protectors of our temple! With them, you can't be hungry!"

As a result, the twelve Dharma protectors were all killed by this little ancestor one by one. The one-fingered Zen master sighed more than once: "What kind of evil has the poor monk created?

Now, only two of them are still flickering. Now, another ...... has been killed

One finger Zen master looked at the bowl, but also a headache, this dinner, how to eat?

Time passed in a flash, and in the evening, Fang Zheng stood at the foot of the mountain, grinding and grinding, and he couldn't wait to divide into ten steps.

He didn't know that this scene was seen by the Zen master of One Finger, but the Zen Master of One Finger didn't mean to urge him, so he waited quietly on the mountain.

Time passed minute by minute, no matter how slow Fang Zheng walked, he was walking after all, and finally came to the mountain. The probe poked into the gate of the temple, and secretly looked around to make sure that no one was looking at him, Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and sneaked inside. Just like that little thief!

As a result, I went around to the backyard, and as soon as I entered the door, I heard a clang behind me, and the door closed!

"Master, have you eaten it old man?" Fang Zheng looked at the Zen Master standing behind the door, his head was covered with cold sweat.

The one-fingered Zen master pointed to the kitchen and said, "Go eat." ”

Fang Zheng saw that the Zen master was not angry, and hurriedly ran in, but after all, there was a ghost in his heart. Thinking that the one-finger Zen master didn't find out that he broke the bowl, he was a little flustered, sitting on the edge of the stove, carelessly, with a snap, the bowl in his hand fell again!

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

Just as Fang was hanging his head there, waiting to be beaten, a broom reached over and swept the bowl away. One finger Zen master, he didn't say anything, and after sweeping out, he walked out.

Fang Zheng was puzzled and asked, "Master, aren't you angry......?"

One finger at the Zen master said, "Angry." ”

"Then why don't you beat me?" When Fang Zheng was younger, he was beaten a lot, and the big slap was on the ass and balls, and now he thinks about it, it's still hot.

One finger Zen master said: "You have grown up and understood the reason, why are you still beaten?"

Fang Zheng was stunned......