Liu Mang entered the space, and as soon as he entered, he found that Xiaobao was turning the ground with a few monkeys, preparing to plant vegetables. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The monkey king carried a large bamboo basket on his back, stood like a human, and scattered the seeds in the basket in the cultivated soil.

"Master, you're here. Xiao Baoxing rushed over.

"What's going on, why are these monkeys so honest?" Liu Mang asked strangely.

When those monkeys saw Liu Mang, they also surrounded them. But the eyes are completely devoid of the ferocity and tyranny when they first meet them, but a clear one, just like a pet meeting its owner.

"Of course, you are the master of this space, and the plants and animals of this space exist according to your will. ”

"I see, then they can also help me make wine in the future?" Liu Mang nodded, and then asked.

"Of course, but now there is a shortage of raw materials for winemaking, and the owner should bring some fruit trees to plant the next time he comes in. ”

"I'll do it as soon as possible. ”

Liu Mang walked around the space.

A few twisted chickens are wandering in the vegetable field of the space, pecking at the leaves. And the lake was dug out of a small pool by Xiaobao, and the Tai Sui who was found last time was lying in it.

Probably because of the nourishment of the space spring, Tai Sui is a little bigger than he saw some time ago, and the color of his body has also changed, at first it was milky white, but now it is a little transparent, more and more like a lump of jelly.

Liu Mang recently discovered that it was not his body that entered the space, but something like will, and the body would remain in the real world, as if people were dreaming.

After taking a turn in the space and going to the stone tablet of the Kitchen God Treasure Book to check it out, he found that there was no change, so Liu Mang withdrew from the space and opened his eyes.

It was already morning, the sky was already bright, Liu Mang finished washing up briefly, came to the kitchen, and began to practice grasping broad beans by hand.

Not to mention, this method of silent teaching is really effective. Liu Mang's progress was rapid, and in just three days, he clearly felt that the touch of his fingertips had increased greatly, and now it was not as difficult to pinch the broad beans as he began.

At least, three out of ten grains, he can not stick to a trace of starch.

"Brother Mang, got up so early to practice?" a slippery head poked in, it was Wu Jing.

"Huh, why did you get up so early today?" asked Liu Mang a little strangely.

This Wu Jing can be said to be the laziest monk Liu Mang has ever seen. Even if he recites scriptures and meditates, he has to sleep until three poles in the morning every day, and he can't wait to have food delivered to his bed.

"It's not because of the fat man you brought here!" Wu Jing looked resentful: "It's too edible! I have eaten more than half of the rice in the temple in just half a month! Buddha, I won't go out to look for a job, and I'm about to run out of food!"

"Looking for a job? What else can you do?"

Liu Mang has always been very curious, this temple is far away in the mountains, and no one comes to worship incense at all.

"Don't underestimate the Buddha, although the Buddha is usually lazy, he is so talented! What is the "Ranga Sutra", "Diamond Sutra", "Mantra of Death"... I'm very ripe with a rolling melon. Otherwise, my dead ghost master would not have cried and begged me to join the Buddhist sect. ”

Seeing Liu Mang's disdain, Wu Jing couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Don't look at my small temple, this is the only temple within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the people under the mountain have a red and white happy event, which family doesn't bother to ask the Buddha to go and pray for blessings?"

"Oh......" Liu Mang understood.

To dare to find a job is to go to the bottom of the mountain to chant scriptures. But there is no one who can say such a noble thing as chanting as such a vulgar thing.

"I'm a turtle, you're a dead fat man, don't hurry up!" Wu Jing couldn't help but scold when she saw a toothbrush stuffed in her mouth in the courtyard, rubbing like a goldfish spitting bubbles.

"Xiao Wu is also going with you?"

"That's of course! This dead fat man can only eat, he can't do anything, and it's good for me to carry the burden for the Buddha!"

Liu Mang was a little speechless, feeling that there was a sense of déjà vu that Tang Seng took Zhu Bajie to the West to learn scriptures.

At this time, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man hurriedly ran in from the outside.

"Silent Master is not there?"

"What are you doing without saying anything? That old ghost got drunk again last night, and now he must not be able to wake up!" replied Wu Jing.

"What can I do then?!I'm dying!" The middle-aged man was sweating profusely and looked very anxious.

"What's the matter? Wang Dazhui, aren't you doing a funeral at home today, don't you stay in front of your old man's coffin and kowtow, and come here to make a ghost? ”

Wu Jing knew this man, the person who invited him to his home to chant today, so he asked a little strangely.

"Something happened!" Wang Dazhui simply sat down, picked up a bowl of water on the table, drank it clean, and told Wu Jing what happened.

It turned out that the man's father died the day before yesterday, and the old man lived to be 95 years old, and died of natural causes.

According to local customs, this is called high longevity, also called driving the crane to the west, which can bring blessings to the children and grandchildren, and can no longer be done according to the ordinary funeral, not only to be buried in a beautiful manner, but also to be done as a happy event.

This Wang Da Hammer was prepared early, and everything was going well, but this morning, when the chef was frying the buckle meat, the stove actually collapsed.

The chef was burned on the spot by the hot oil splashed in the pot, and now he has been sent to the hospital, and he can't finish the lunch banquet at all.

If the noon banquet can't be made on time, it will be a loss of face in front of the villagers. And it's also unlucky, and the funeral really becomes a funeral.

"Then it's useless for you to find that old thing, he can't cook now. Wu Jing asked in some surprise.

"It's not to do, it's good to be able to guide it, I still have a few cooks there, but I won't do it at all if there is no guidance!" Wang Dazhui was annoyed, and his head was about to be buried in the crotch of his pants.

Hearing this, Wuyan and Wu Jing looked at Liu Mang at the same time, as if a flower had grown on his face.

"Don't look at me, I haven't eaten a banquet here, I don't know the taste of the locals. Liu Mang spread his hands and was a little helpless.

What Liu Mang said is not unreasonable, generally red and white banquets like this have a fixed taste.

This has been passed down from generation to generation of chefs, and it is also the country people from snacks to big, and they pay the most attention to an authentic or not authentic.

"You have to know what the taste is for! Dead horses should be treated as live horse doctors! Just ask for it! Just be delicious!"

"Who is this master?" Wang Dazhui's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

"He's the new apprentice of the old ghost, you're right to find him!"

"Okay, okay, I'll try..."Liu Mang nodded in agreement.