"Hey, the little ...... who stole the tomatoes Old thief, I caught you, right?! ”

The old monk is white and fat, and he looks like he is in his fifties, especially the flesh on his face, and his smiling appearance still looks like Maitreya Buddha at first glance.

Hearing someone pointing at his nose and calling him an "old thief", the old monk was not very angry, and still smiled heartlessly.

"The donor is catching a thief?"

He glanced left and right, "Where are the thieves?" ”

The old man in front of him actually looks quite kind, and when he laughs, he always feels an indescribable sense of intimacy, but the evidence is conclusive, and he is still holding the big tomato that he has bitten a big bite and is still dripping with juice.

If such an old man says that he is hungry and has no money to eat, Yang Huairen will give him some money for food, or cook something for this old man himself.

But Qian Yang Huairen didn't care, many of the vegetables he regarded as baby bumps were still bred, and they were so ruined, he couldn't help but be angry.

"Where do you look? Old monk, what about you, you are the old thief who steals vegetables! ”

"Oh? The little monk didn't dare to agree with the little benefactor's words. ”

Are you still young? The more Yang Huairen listened, the more angry he became, no matter in terms of age or body type, this old monk was not small at all, just that big belly, which was definitely comparable to Zhu Bajie.

The old monk continued slowly, "The little monk passed by Guizhuang, did not dare to disturb, and saw that there were some red fruits that the little monk had never seen before, so he was curious, so he recited the scriptures three times, and prayed to the Buddha to bless the owner of this dish, which is regarded as two tastes from the donor." ”

"Fate?"

Yang Huairen said in his heart, you are looking for a reason and a reliable one, is there such a fate?

He must have heard that the Yang family's Zhuangzi had planted some holy fruits brought back by the immortals from the fairy world, so he sneaked into the Zhuangzi, and saw that there was no one around the vegetable furrow planted with tomatoes, and then spicy hands destroyed the "fruits" and stole these two.

"This reason is unreasonable, in the eyes of any person, don't ask yourself, that is, stealing, your Buddha boss can not save you."

"Alas......"

The old monk pretended to sigh, "If the little donor really wants to misunderstand the little monk like this, the little monk will be speechless." ”

"Is that an admit?"

The old monk no longer argued, and nodded calmly, but he still had that indifferent smile on his face, which made Yang Huairen not know what to say next.

Arrest him and send him to the official? Just two tomatoes, it's not worth it. Besides, this old monk is not young, he is still a disciple of Buddhism, even if he is really sent to the government, no one will take it seriously.

Yang Huairen remembered that he was also a mansion, and when he went to the territory of the Tongyuan County Mansion to steal vegetables, could he be tried for the first trial?

In fact, the old monk admitted this openly, and at this time, Yang Huairen's initial anger was gone, but now he feels that he is bored anyway, so it is better to amuse this fat monk who loves to laugh.

He deliberately put on an official show, and said in a calm voice: "I said old monk, you came to my house to steal vegetables, your courage is really not small, I don't believe you go to ten miles and eight villages to ask, my family has two white-fronted tigers." ”

"I've heard it, I've heard it, hehe......"

It seems that the old monk has already seen through Yang Huairen just wanting to amuse him and pass some leisure and boring time, so he took his words absently.

And he was not idle in his mouth, and took the tomato that he had taken a big bite of, and then ate it.

Yang Huairen said in his heart, this old monk is really big-hearted, and he actually eats it by himself, since this is the case...... Then I'll eat it too.

Two people, one old and one young, one fat and one thin, just squatted on the edge of the vegetable furrow and nibbled on tomatoes and chatted.

"Hey, old monk, what do you call it?"

"The little monk's Dharma name is Wu Neng, but the six roots of the monk are pure, and the name or Dharma name is just a code name, it is okay to call Wu Neng, or it is okay to call incompetent.

In fact, the little donor can be called casually, whatever you like, even if you call the old monk, or the old bald donkey, the little monk will listen to it. ”

"Second Senior Brother?"

When Yang Huairen heard the word Wu Neng, he almost squirted out a mouthful of tomato juice, and subconsciously shouted a second senior brother to come out.

Monk Wuneng smiled for the first time, and said in surprise, "Little donor, I can't see it, I can also divide yin and yang, fortune telling, the little monk is the second in the master's door, you have counted it, the little monk really admires, admires!" ”

"Huh."

Yang Huairen smoothed his throat and laughed dryly, "You old monk, you are quite open-minded, I don't know whether to say that you have seen through the red dust, or you have no heart or lungs." ”

"It's all good, it's all good, according to the will of the little donor."

When Yang Huairen saw him say this, he felt that this old monk was a little cute, he always looked like he had nothing to do with me, I didn't have to be distracted, but it made people feel that this monk had a little profound meaning.

But if you want to chat like this, it's not interesting, he always seems unnutritious when he answers questions like this, so Yang Huairen decided to ask some personal questions to see if he can make the old monk angry, even if it is a little mood swing, it is interesting.

"Dare to ask this master, are you married?"

The old monk didn't expect him to ask this mindless question, so he didn't immediately return as he did just now, and pondered the deep meaning of this question for a moment before shaking his head, "Where it's not home, where it's home." ”

Yang Huairen only laughed and scolded in his heart for this answer, who still told you about Zen?

"Can you talk well? I don't understand the bird language. ”

Now it was the turn of the old monk to laugh, "The little donor is unfathomable, and the little monk is afraid that he will talk too much and make the little donor laugh." ”

"You are a monk, although you are a little fatter, but you are also good-looking, you don't feel guilty about stealing vegetables in my vegetable field, are you afraid that others will laugh at you?"

"That's just as well."

The old monk touched his head and wiped the hot sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, "Monks, in fact, are not without a home, but in the hearts of monks, home is not a piece of tile on the top of the head, let alone a woman around her who sews and mends herself, makes a bed and folds quilts." ”

"And what do you think it is?"

"Hehe, where there is food, there is home."

Yang Huairen thought about it, what the old monk said also made sense. In the eyes of ordinary people, the concept of home is easy to understand, it is nothing more than a house, with a high hall on the house, children below, and a wife who sleeps with her children in the middle.

And in the eyes of these monks, they didn't have such a home in the first place, they didn't know what it was like, or from the moment they cut their hair, they were destined to lose their relationship with their original home.

Coming out and wandering around, it is nothing more than stuttering, living freely, and the Quartet can fill its stomach, but it is not home.