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The person outside the door knocked three times quickly, and seemed to have exhausted his patience and pushed the door in, it was the fat monk that A-Yao saw by the stream!

He held the tray and tapped the door with his foot, closing it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Little girl...... Little donor, I heard the host say, poor thing, I made porridge with pickles, you can stay here and wait for your father and mother with peace of mind. With that, he placed the tray on the table.

The fat monk's smiling appearance was much better than that of the middle-aged monk.

Ah Yao had a slightly better impression of him, folded her hands, and sent him out. She opened the bowl, the hot porridge, the fragrance penetrated her nose and made her stomach scream, but she did not have the urge to move the chopsticks.

There are only two monks in the huge temple?

Along the way, except for the singing of birds in the mountains, there was not even the sound of chanting!

It's as if this isn't a temple at all!

Although the fat monk resembles a Buddha, how can a monk trespass into a pilgrim's room and close the door to deliver food? That kick must be his habit and a small action for a long time.

The temple was calm, but it was strange everywhere, and Ah Yao didn't dare to eat what they gave him.

It didn't take long for there to be movement outside, she slipped out of the door and followed the sound, and the originally clean and remote Renguang Temple was suddenly full of people, as if they had agreed on a time to come to worship God.

The fat monk stood in front of the temple gate to greet the pilgrims, while the middle-aged monk in a robe sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, his eyes slightly closed, and his voice seemed to be reciting the mantra of great compassion.

There are more than a dozen futons in the courtyard, and people sit on them one after another, and they are already full in an instant, and those who come late can only stand in the back or on both sides, and simply sit on the ground if they are not careful.

Are they opening the pulpit?

Ah Yao listened for a moment and didn't understand, and the people below listened with relish, nodding thoughtfully from time to time, she wondered, the croppers also understood? No, why did she think that this monk's words were obscure and incomprehensible, and she didn't know what to do, could it be that people in this era generally have a higher level of education?

She didn't figure it out, her stomach was screaming with hunger, and she went to the kitchen to see if there was anything left.

This temple is very small, A-Yao easily found the back door, there are vegetable gardens on both sides of the door, and the vegetables on the ridges are growing very well, and it seems to be well cared for.

There is a trail at the back door that extends into the bamboo forest, and I don't know where it leads.

The situation in the vegetable garden somewhat dispelled Ah Yao's worries, and she walked briskly to the kitchen, where there was still porridge boiled on the stove, and there were some pickles taken out of the urn and cut on the table.

This pickle is not flattering, there are flies flying and wandering on it, I don't know how to pickle, since the smell of pickles, her stomach no longer called, but forced her appetite to collapse.

"Oh my God, they eat this thing, I'd rather just eat porridge!" Ah Yao pinched her nose and rummaged around the kitchen, "Tsk, fat chicken legs, these two monks are not exempt from vulgarity, no wonder they have fat heads and big ears." She was not interested in the fat meat, which was so oily that only white flowers remained, and she was also disgusted with the chicken thighs that were left with the fat.

Finally, I found several jars of pickles in the corner and found that spring is not old. Her eyes lit up: "Wow~ good thing!"

Just thinking of this name is full of relish.

The spring bulao that Ah Yao discovered was actually pickled dried radish, not snow ferns.

There are more than a dozen of them on the side, which are hidden in the green tassels and soil to reveal the bright red peel and white jade flesh of the small radish, which is the Yanghua radish, and the monks of the temple will pickle the Yanghua radish as a refreshment.

I want to come to spring and grow old, it is made of poplar radish.

Right now......

Just when the spring is not old, a bowl of porridge was devoured by A-Yao, and it was not enough to be satisfied, so she licked the bowl clean.

The salted poplar radish is slightly sweet in the salt, and it is crispy and tender when bitten, so that she can't help but eat an extra bowl.

After satisfying the needs of the mouth and stomach, I remembered that there was still a bowl of porridge and a small plate of pickles waiting in the wing.

That's embarrassing.

She advised herself: "I haven't touched it, and there is a lid to cover it, so I don't have any dirty things, or pour the porridge back into the pot, so that the food will not be wasted." ”

When she returned to the wing, the forum in front of her had not yet ended, the lecture had ended, and it was her turn to speak freely, and she heard many people arguing, raising their voices, and the sound of wanting to break through the clouds.

Pour the porridge back into the pot and stir. The pickles were exposed to the air and chopped, so it was difficult to put them back in the urn, so they found a place to bury them.

Just when A-Yao finished perfecting and rolled up her sleeves to wash the dishes, she found that there was a small bottle of medicinal powder lying next to the stove, she picked it up and poured it, and it was already empty.

There was a little trace of white powder left on the side of the table, not like salt.

“……”

The pilgrims dispersed, and some people entered the treasure hall to ask for signs, the middle-aged monk could not leave, the fat monk went to the kitchen to warm the porridge when he was free, scooped a large basin, and took out the hidden chicken legs, sniffed deeply, showed a look of intoxication and contentment, put it on the plate, and finally chopped the pickles on the table and put them on the plate, and brought them to their room together.

"I'm starving, senior brother, let's eat first. The fat monk took the bowl and poured it into his mouth.

The middle-aged monk opposite picked up the dishes and chopsticks, put them down again, and asked, "How is the girl now?"

"Don't worry, the medicine is very strong, I passed by the wing room to take a look, she slept soundly in the bed, I guess I won't wake up tonight. The fat monk didn't care.

The middle-aged monk let go of his heart and devoured it, picked up the chicken leg and bit it, the fat monk looked at his chicken leg and swallowed his saliva, felt that he was not full, and scooped another bowl and swallowed it.

"Senior brother, I'll go sleep for a while. The fat monk rubbed his round belly and yawned, climbed up the bunk, spread it into a large font, and snorted to the sky.

"Dead pig! It's useless except to eat and sleep!" the middle-aged monk scolded, and suddenly felt sleepy, and fell asleep.

Ah Yao didn't know how much time her actions would buy her, so she fled through the back door, bypassing the stone steps of the bamboo forest, and returning to the stream under the cover of grass and trees.

She found a shady place to catch her breath and calm her breathing, so she felt her mouth dry and licked her lips. "Is it the attack of the unknown medicine powder?" she didn't care about resting, she dragged her sore legs, lit a fire to boil water, poured water into her stomach, hid in the grass and watched the surrounding environment vigilantly, and also paid attention to the state of her body.

Confirming that she was fine, she continued to set off, and the further down the river went, the stream became less and less, and the riverbed exposed most of the area, and there was not much water left.

The sun is thin, and the smoke is insignificant.

"I'm finally out!" Ah Yao cried with joy and ran to the place where the smoke was.

At that time, the sleeping middle-aged monk also woke up, the back of his head hurt, and when he reached out and touched it, he swollen up a bag, and the fat monk's snoring did not stop.

He kicked it hard until he woke up the fat monk: "Get up for Lao Tzu!"

"Senior brother...... Hey, it's getting dark?" the fat monk was stunned, his eyes were misty, and he obviously hadn't understood it yet.

"Waste, we're on the way! The rabbit will run headlong and let you go!" the monk scolded, "go and send a message that we have run away, maybe we will go to them, and tell them to pay attention to whether there are any 5 or 6-year-old girls these days." ”

The middle-aged monk's gaze was as fierce as a wolfdog, without any mercy.

The fat monk couldn't help but shudder and nodded in obligation.