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The old village chief was a little angry, this old Zen master has worked hard all his life, and no one will inherit it after his death, and the reputation of this small temple can no longer be ruined.

The two of them came to the main hall in a few steps, and seeing the cleanliness and tidiness of the hall made the village chief's frowning brows stretch a little, and his face looked a lot better.

There is nothing to see in this hall, and the two of them are very familiar. They are very familiar with this small temple, if there is anyone, it is not in the front, it must be in the backyard. The two looked at each other, raised their legs and walked to the backyard.

"Who's in there?"

The old village chief thought to himself, but there was no delay in his feet. He had already thought about it, and when we met later, he would have to ask about the merit box outside.

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However, things are not the same as imagined.

There was no time to get angry, and as soon as the two entered the backyard, they were fascinated by a charming aroma.

Different from the fresh and elegant aroma of the bamboo forest outside, this aroma is rich and warm, and when you take a sip, you will feel like you are in a gentle village.

That feeling is just one word,

"Double cool"!

When the two of them took a sip, they felt soft and warm. I couldn't help but close my eyes at the same time, savoring it carefully, for fear of missing something.

I don't know if Xiao Li saw something or thought of something. I saw that he lowered his head and his face was flushed, and he was a little shy like that!!

The old village chief closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, exhaled a long breath, and let out a long sigh.

"Ahh

Lord's youth is back!! ”

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The old village chief's voice really startled Xiao Li, and he quickly opened his eyes. When he saw the tent he had set up, he couldn't help but blush and bow slightly.

In addition to Xiao Li, there was one other person who was shocked, and that was the log. As early as when the two of them entered the yard, the log heard movement. While they stood there enjoying the aroma, the log was in the kitchen, quietly watching them.

He eats spiritual rice every day, and he is already immune to this aroma a lot. Although he is still very drunk, he is no longer hallucinating after taking a sip.

He searched hard for the memories in his mind, and soon recognized the old village chief in front of him. It's just that the young man next to him doesn't look much older than himself, but the log doesn't have the slightest impression.

When the two opened their eyes, they quickly discovered the existence of the log. The old village chief was stunned, looking at the log for a long time without speaking.

The white and pure little bald head in front of him was obviously familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Xiao Li on the side was confused, and he didn't know this little monk at all.

It was the log that took the lead in making a move, took two steps towards the two, came to the two of them and smiled slightly, and put his hands together 10.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for a few years, and the director is still the same!"

"Ahh You are..."

"I'm just the little monk log that came and left a few years ago! Does the director remember? ”

Hearing this, the old village chief slapped his head and suddenly realized that he shouted.

"Oops~ It turned out to be you kid! I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've grown a lot taller! ”

The old village chief stared at the log again, looked up and down, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, don't say you look like now, but you're a lot better than back then! You looked sick back then, and you didn't look like a monk, but you were about the same as this kid, like a half-college student! ”

Speaking of this, the old village chief saw that the log was seriously confused, and immediately understood, and introduced the young people around him to the log.

"Speaking of which, this kid is about the same size as you, and it's normal that you don't know him. He went out to take the civil service exam, and he only came back two years ago. ”

After speaking, he introduced the log to Xiao Li beside him. Speaking of this log, although Xiao Li didn't know it, he had heard of it.

If you want to get involved in the village committee, it is naturally essential to understand the situation in the village. The first thing he did when he came back was to ask his family about the big and small things in the village.

Speaking of things in the village, there is a temple on a hill, which has a lot of weight in the village. The story of Zen Master Aoki and the little monk in this is naturally not to be missed!

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After a while of chattering, and having lived together, the three quickly became acquainted.

Now that it's almost time to eat, the two of them are already grumbling with hunger after smelling the smell of rice. The two wanted to eat, but they were embarrassed to speak, and in the end, the old village chief let out his words.

"That, log, what are you making in this kitchen, it's so fragrant!"

"It's nothing, it's just rice!"

When the old village chief heard this, he laughed haha.

"Impossible! I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten, old man! I don't dare to say anything else, after eating rice for a lifetime, I can still smell the aroma of this rice!

Besides, I'm not hungry to the level of Zhu Yuanzhang back then, how can there be rice so fragrant in this world! ”

The log spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "The monks don't speak, they really didn't lie to you, it's really just rice." ”

Now the old village chief was in a hurry, thinking that the log was rejecting him, and he didn't want to give them a taste, so he quickly changed his words.

"Okay, you kid looks like an old Zen master when he talks now.

I won't go around the bush anymore, let's just say this, what is cooking in your pot, give me a bowl to taste! ”

Afraid that he would miss himself, Xiao Zhang also added, "There is still mine!" ”

The log was embarrassed, but it wasn't that he was reluctant to give up this spiritual rice. Although Lingmi is delicious, it can be bought after all.

The main problem is the rules, this temple is a small temple, and there is no room and board. That is to say, everyone who comes here does not care about food or shelter, and the statue of Lord Veda at the door is what it means.

"That's... Director, this temple is a small temple, and it doesn't care about food. ”

"Now that you are the presiding officer of this temple, it is not up to you to decide whether to eat or not." The village chief smiled at the log and winked.

In the end, it was an old oilman, and the log had to move the rules out and fold his hands.

"Amitabha, have the two benefactors ever seen the statue at the door?"

Xiao Zhang was a little confused and asked puzzled.

"See, what's wrong, what's the point of that?"

The log nodded,

"The idol outside is Vedas, holding a pestle to slay demons. Generally speaking, the demon pestle means that this is a small temple, and there are no meals or overnight guests. Those who come here to worship the Buddha are basically left after worshipping the Buddha and will not stay for too long. ”

When the village chief heard this, he glared at the log.

"I said you kid can do it, when you were young, we didn't help you and your master, but now you don't give a single meal, and you're going to be evicted?"

The log is a little helpless, this old village chief doesn't eat hard and soft, and he doesn't have a good way. After all, the people of this village have a lot of convenience about him and the old Zen master, especially the old village chief in front of him.

Yuan Mu shook his head and said helplessly,

"I didn't mean that, just this meal... After all, this is a rule passed down by the master and his old man's family, although his old man is gone, I can't make an exception! ”

The words of the log are very good, which can be described as moving with emotion and knowing with reason. The village chief pressed him with kindness, and he offered the old Zen master with his backhand to break the move.

After all, the dead are the greatest, and the old Zen master is also very respected by them, so naturally it is impossible to be disrespectful to the dead old Zen master because of a bowl of rice.

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