The old monk's answer was also extremely gratifying and useful to Yang Huairen, who was a cook.

In his view, home is actually a kind of thing necessary for human survival in civilized society, sex represents primitive physiological needs, feelings represent spiritual needs, and food represents the most basic survival needs.

All of these things are blended together, and they slowly form a relatively unified perception of home in human society, no matter which country or nation.

The old monk can explain the things in this world so thoroughly in a simple and single sentence, which is really worthy of the basic principles of an old foodie.

Yang Huairen reached out and gently touched the old monk's round belly without any scruples, and joked with a smile, "Master, you are really wide-hearted and fat, look at this belly, I'm afraid it will be eight months if it is not nine months." ”

The old monk didn't blame him Meng Lang for making such a boring joke, and deliberately straightened his big belly, laughing and said, "If the little monk has the ability to conceive a baby in October and give birth to a child, then this child is also the life of a fat man." ”

"You are very self-deprecating", Yang Huairen said with a smile, "Call me to say, master, you must not abide by the rules and precepts of Buddhism, and you were driven down by the master and swept out of the house, right?" Haha......"

In this way, it still didn't make the old monk feel heartbroken, and it didn't touch his nerves at all.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart."

As he spoke, the old monk pinched the tomatoes in his hand, and with three fingers left, he still put them in front of him and silently made a namaste.

"But this time the little donor is right again, the little monk was really swept out of the house by the master."

"Oh?" Yang Huairen quipped with half doubts, "But because you stole someone's chicken at the bottom of the mountain, ran back to the mountain and found a place where no one roasted it, but unexpectedly, the master smelled the smell and found that you didn't keep the precepts, haha......"

"If it is very much as the little donor said, then it would be good, the little monk can also honor the master and eat half a chicken."

Hearing this, Yang Huairen's pride as a cook was about to come out and pretend again, "Then it must be that you roasted it badly, so that your master dislikes you for wasting a good fat chicken?"

To tell you the truth, the kid is a cook, and if I were you, I am afraid that the master will not only not blame me, but also praise me, and even be promoted to a position such as the head of the courtyard or the first seat. ”

The old monk smiled, then shook his head, "The little monk in front said that it is true that he was swept away. The little monk is a little monk who sweeps the floor full-time in the temple, but one day, the master suddenly thinks that the little monk is not clean.

He also said, 'Wu Neng, you have been sweeping the land for more than 60 years, and you have swept the yard like this, the temple can't keep you', and then the broom in the hand of the little monk went over and demonstrated how to sweep the floor.

When the master finished demonstrating, the little monk understood that the master wanted the little monk to go down the mountain. ”

Yang Huairen didn't understand what kind of Zen was in the old monk's master's words, but he was surprised that this old monk was not only in his fifties, but could sweep the land for sixty years, and he must be at least seventy years old.

According to this, this old monk is very well maintained, his skin is ruddy and delicate, except that his skin does not look old because he is relatively fat, there is only one explanation - because of what martial arts or internal skills he has practiced, so that he looks relatively young.

This made Yang Huairen's curiosity overflowing, and what made him even more concerned was what the old monk was so-called "swept away", what was the reason.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Yang Huairen asked eagerly, "Your master said that you didn't sweep the floor well, and he personally demonstrated it to you, what does it mean here?" What's the story? ”

After asking, Yang Huairen also felt that he was a little out of shape. At first, he stood up righteously to catch the vegetable thief, and later because he was bored, he made fun of this old monk, and ridiculed others about starting a family, which has always been a relaxed and indifferent mentality.

After hearing him say that the old monk was really kicked out of the mountain gate because of sweeping the floor, and guessed that the old monk might have profound internal skills, not a simple fat old man, he became interested in his life experience.

To the present questioning about the development of other people's stories, that eager look, really makes him a little reckless, and a little down, think about some things, you really have to have a wealth of experience, he is still too young, and sometimes he can't hold his breath.

Since the old monk opened his mouth and admitted that he was swept out of the house by the master, so that he could say such a thing that was not very honorable, it seemed that he had no scruples or minded anything.

He stretched out his hand and gestured a few vegetable beds, about two or three acres of land, "such a large yard, the little monk can sweep it clean in less than a moment......

Yang Huairen probably calculated, and it was not easy to say that it was an ordinary person who spent fifteen minutes sweeping a place the size of a few basketball courts.

Originally, I thought that the old monk wanted to say that his master went down directly with a broom and exerted some internal force or strange profound martial arts, and the dust and fallen leaves in such a large area flew as if they had lost their weight.

Yang Huairen made up such a special effect picture based on the kung fu movies he saw in later generations, and the yellow or red dead leaves in the sky swirled in the air, changing into different forms with the movements of a master holding a broom in his hand.

or dragon or phoenix, or mountain or water, or cloud or fog......

When the people couldn't help but sigh and applaud, the master's movements came to an abrupt end, and the dead leaves fluttering in the sky suddenly fell into a demon, crowded in a line, and fell to the ground and became a pile.

The rest of the inside, empty, clean as washing, if the sun happens to shine down, it can reflect a little dazzling reflection like a mirror.

What people didn't expect was that the old monk said thoughtfully, "My master just swept a broom and a broom for half an hour." ”

The tone was light, but when he heard Yang Huairen's ears, it was very heavy, and it seemed to remind him of something.

Yang Huairen thought for a while, seemed to have an understanding, and when his mind returned to reality, he began to look at the strange old monk in front of him, the old thief who stole his food.

The old monk was stared at by him like this, and he didn't pick up Yang Huairen's gaze, he still smiled heartlessly, the tomato in his right hand had been eaten, and then he wiped the one in his left hand on the rough monk's robe on his chest, and then gnawed it again.

Muttered while nibbling, "Mmmm, your red fruit is really delicious......

Yang Huairen's only thought now is who is this person?