Besides, since the fat man and I began to get involved in temple finance, the money earned by our Hanshan Temple has doubled every year, and the temple renovation and cultural relics protection all need money. ”

The fat man was a very business-minded monk.

The temple activities during the New Year's festival are all handled by him.

"Uncle Wuming, Uncle Wuming called you." The little monk came running around.

The fat man waved his hand: "I know, I'll bring someone over immediately." ”

The fat man turned his head and said to Lu Zuoyu and Chu Xiaoxi with a smile: "That kid Wuming reads Zhou Yi gossip intensively, and he has some ability. If you two have anything, you can let him do the math. ”

As he spoke, the fat man led Chu Xiaoxi and Lu Zuoyu towards the depths of the meditation room.

The business outside the Hanshan Temple is prosperous, the tourists are weaving, but the depths are a quiet and quiet quaint appearance, the old temple of Hanshan, the thousand-year-old meaning of the forest is coming.

Chu Xiaoxite wondered how this kind of Zen remote place could cultivate a mutated talent like a fat man...

"That kid Wuming has a stupid head, can't speak, and likes to sit in his room every day to read and meditate." The fat man complained as he walked, "If it weren't for the abbot's grandfather who likes him so much, I would have cleaned him up a long time ago and asked him to clean the toilet in the backyard." ”

The fat man led the two to a meditation room.

In the room, there was the sound of a wooden fish knocking at a peaceful speed.

The fat man raised his voice: "Open the door, open the door!" I brought people here, and I lost my face. ”

The sound of knocking on the wooden fish stopped abruptly.

After a while, the door creaked open.

Chu Xiaoxi saw a young man in a dark Zen robe, with a thin body, a white complexion, and a gentle and intoxicating smile on his face.

Seeing Chu Xiaoxi and Lu Zuoyu, Master Wuming folded his hands and saluted.

Master Wuming's appearance was completely beyond Chu Xiaoxi's expectations... She also thought that the fat man's senior brother should also be a fat monk... But I didn't expect it to be so polite.

"Two, please come in." Wuming stretched out his hand and sat down in a gesture of invitation.

Chu Xiaoxi glanced at Lu Zuoyu, and the two walked into the small meditation room.

The meditation room was clean and spotless. A few plum blossoms outside the wooden window poked in, and the faint fragrance wafted in the room.

The fat man was not so restrained, sat on the futon, raised his voice and asked, "Senior brother, is there anything to eat in the house?" I've been busy for a long time just now, and everyone is going to lose two pounds of hunger. ”

Wuming's expression was as usual: "In the cupboard, take it yourself." ”

The cupboard was next to the fat man, and the fat man reached out to open it, and sure enough, there were two pieces of cake inside, which were wrapped in plain paper very well, with a little plum blossom fragrance.

The fat man stuffed the cake directly into his pocket, and stood up with a grunt: "I'll go to the abbot's grandfather, these two are my friends, take good care of them." ”

"Hmm."

"Next time, don't make plum blossom cakes, sweet and greasy, change the taste."

"Hmm."

Fat people come and go fast.

Master Wuming then set his eyes on Lu Zuoyu, and smiled gently: "The two donors, the little monk knows some Zhou Yi gossip slightly, and knows a little about human affairs, if the two of you have any questions, you can say it bluntly, but the little monk can only answer two questions." ”

Although the fat man can also tell fortunes a little, he can ask for ten yuan and eight yuan at every turn.

This enlightenment seems to be much more reliable than the fat man.

Chu Xiaoxi, in the spirit of fortune-telling, plans to ask about the future development of the WD team.

"I'd like to ask, what does the future hold for Team WD?" Chu Xiaoxi reported his own birthday, as well as the birthdays of other teammates.