Sick too?

I looked back, and sure enough, I saw a figure walking slowly under a three-person Bodhi tree.

"Donor, the poor monk is just passing by. He looked cold and detached.

Ye Dingxi squinted at him, and it took a while before he evoked a faint smile: "Oh? yes? In this way, I misunderstood the master." ”

Illness was opposite his gaze, and there was a glimmer in his equally dark eyes.

From my point of view, the two of them did not move their eyelids, their eyes met, as if they had their own thoughts, and they both looked like they could see through and not say anything.

After waiting for a while, I got sick and folded my hands in a bow and approached us with Amitabha Buddha reciting.

"I just heard about the two junior brothers, I don't know what the two donors think?"

"The roast goose, you say?"

I asked.

He nodded, his gaze not on me for more than three seconds, obviously not waiting to see me.

But I don't really understand why.

On the side, Ye Dingxi thought for a moment and asked: "The two masters, the old man and the one who die, my wife and I are both meeting for the first time, and we don't know much about it, to say that they are both sick masters and your junior disciples, I don't know what the master thinks of this matter?"

"I have to be old and die in the temple for many years, one is responsible for the procurement of the temple, the other is responsible for the food in the temple, a small quarrel for three days, a big quarrel for five days, like a dead rival who was born, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong between them, although I am out of the matter, but I am also a person in the temple, and I will definitely not see enough true innocence. ”

There is some truth to this.

I nodded and analyzed: "Just now we heard the words of old and dead, and the two sides did not give in to each other, and we didn't hear a clue, but since the old man said that he bought the roast chicken and goose, if he really wanted to hide and eat alone, he could eat it at the bottom of the mountain and come back, so why bring it back to the temple to hide? So I thought...... Maybe the Death Master lied. ”

"What if you have to hide that roast goose, just to tempt him to death, let him enter the firewood room and then shout to catch the thief?" Ye Dingxi asked rhetorically.

I was stunned.

I recited Amitabha Buddha when I was sick, but I saw a smile on the corner of his mouth from the moment he slowly lowered his head.

Why laugh?

Does he also agree with Ye Dingxi's idea?

Actually, there is a third possibility. After getting sick, he looked at Ye Dingxi and said: "That roast goose is neither hidden nor stolen, and there is another person who participated in it but pretended to be out of the way." ”

When he said this, my eyes twitched when I looked at him.

There are only a few monks in the entire monastery, and the only one who stays out of the matter is you!

"Since the sick master said this, he is telling us what we see in front of us, not the truth of the matter?" Ye Dingxi raised his eyebrows and smiled.

This is the first time I have seen that kind of expression on Ye Dingxi's face, it is like an appreciation of a chess opponent, and it is also like an evenly matched confrontation, the two of them seem to be talking about roast goose, but they seem to be saying something.

All in all, obviously beyond the scope of my knowledge.

"There are different versions of this matter, how can we verify the truth of this matter?" I asked curiously.

He still looked at Ye Dingxi, his eyes were a little softer than just now, and he also asked, "I don't know what Master Ye has in mind?"

Ahem.

Is this when I don't exist?

Master of Disease, you have gone too far! Anyway, I have a head and a face, a nose and eyes in the underworld, why did I become air when I came to a Zen temple?

I complained infinitely in my heart, and looked at Ye Dingxi.

That guy was still powerful at the critical moment, a pair of tender and rippling eyes floated to my side, and his smile was doting and gentle.

"Little Dongtian, do you want to know who is lying?"

I didn't realize anything about the "who" he focused on in his voice, but I felt that at least one point of view was the same as that of the sick master, that there is no right or wrong in the world, and that justice is at ease in people's hearts.

"Of course, of course!" my head moved as if it were a bean.

Originally, I was not very curious about the bloody case caused by a roast goose, but I was beaten back and forth by the confrontation between the sick and Ye Dingxi, and the hidden mysteries, I really want to know who expected the result at this time.

After all, the three of us have their own ideas.

By the time we returned to the meditation room with our illness, it was as if there had just been another fight.

Several wooden stools and tables were crooked and fell to the ground, and the tea soup that had not had time to drink was scattered on the ground, and the teacups were broken into several pieces and scattered around the fat monk.

The fat monk's robe was torn, and his neckline was wide open, revealing a black chest hair, dense like grass, and it seemed that he was a very strong man before he became a monk.

As for the thin bamboo poles, they are not much better.

His nose and face were swollen, his trousers were half torn, his rags were hanging on his calves, his knees were exposed with scars, and his chest was wet, which should have been sprinkled with tea from Fang Cai.

"The master of death seems to be weak, and his body is less than half the width of the old master, but he is so durable, and he has not yet distinguished himself. ”

I secretly whispered to Ye Dingxi.

Ye Dingxi rubbed my long hair, swept my earlobe with a warm palm, aroused a tingling heat, and said with a smile: "Therefore, you can't look at your appearance, and you can't listen to a single way when you are obedient." ”

"Two donors, please. ”

The illness suddenly turned back and led us into the meditation room.

In the room.

The old man and the dead were originally angry, and they didn't give up if they didn't beat each other, and after seeing us who went and returned, they both pulled down their faces.

"Senior brother who is sick, why did you bring outsiders!"

"Yes, we don't need outsiders to interfere in the affairs of our monastery!"

When we are united with the outside world, we are still quite united.

I was secretly amused, and looked at Master Desheng, but he didn't react, his eyes were still slightly closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The meditation room is not big, because the three of us are a little crowded when we join, and Ye Dingxi and I are outsiders, so it is naturally better to stand aside and watch coldly.

He was sick and he was born as a senior brother, and they were of the same generation, but he was missing the position of abbot, and he stood still when he was ranked by seniority, as if he had left the most spacious position for the two parties.

"What do you say, the sick master will do?" I asked secretly.

Ye Dingxi glanced at the four monks and said, "If I were him, I wouldn't do anything, just show my attitude." ”

Attitude?

I was half-understood, and turned my head to look at the "battlefield" again.

The elder had already spoken first: "Senior brother who is sick, you have always been the most fair person in the temple, and you must judge me on this matter today, and I am the victim......! He stole the temple property and bit me back!"

"Fart!"

He shouted angrily, and his saliva splashed: "You bastard still dare to frame me! I bite you to death believe it or not!"