Li Shuangyang's friends also drank Laba porridge with a smile, blew it gently, smelled the taste of Laba porridge, and looked at the beautiful lotus seeds, all kinds of Buddhas, and Arhats inside, and their eyes were full of surprise! Growing so big, I've never seen such a delicate porridge! And this taste, let alone eating, smell it, the gluttonous worms in the stomach are almost unable to crawl out.

Just as a few of them were enjoying the food, a group of uninvited guests came! Under the leadership of Wang Tiezhu, the general hooligans and ruffians in Daze Township walked into the square in a mighty way, and for a while, the crowded square was actually stubborn, and they squeezed out a crowd.

Obviously, everyone is very afraid of this gang of hooligan ruffians, if one or two is nothing, the key is the hooligan ruffians in a village, if they really provoke them, who will they come to reason with?

What the? Do you think the temple will interfere? But if other people's monasteries can keep you for a while, can it be that they can still manage you for a lifetime?

Wang Tiezhu also had a smiling face, holding a huge bowl and came to the front of the square stall to ask for Laba porridge, but the masters who cooked the porridge didn't look at her, but just said coldly: "If you want to drink Laba porridge, go in line by yourself, if it is bad for the rules of the temple, don't blame us for driving you down the mountain." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Although Wang Tiezhu had a smile on his face, a hint of sinister color flashed inadvertently, and he secretly said in his heart: "Since your Puzhen Temple does not give me face so much, then I will let your temple be ruined." ”

He made a gesture quietly in the secret place, and then he asked dozens of his villagers to line up at the place where they received the porridge, and he himself went to those remote stalls with a sea bowl.

Before you work, you have to fill your stomach, don't you?

Wang Tiezhu and the people from his village came quite early, so after lining up for half a stick of incense, dozens of people all hit Laba porridge, and the people in their village didn't drink Laba porridge after they got it, and all squatted quietly aside.

Seeing the situation, Wang Tiezhu also brought a few henchmen to the front of Xiao Lingjue's stall and put five or six bowls full of laba porridge.

"Hey, your porridge is quite novel, but it's very rare, Puzhen Temple is really fat!" Wang Tiezhu looked at the little monk's porridge with some curiosity.

Wuhua was very upset and shouted, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"Hehe, it's not interesting, I just think it's a little new! The little master is young, but he is very angry! Do you want us to find you two girls to put out the fire? Wang Tiezhu deliberately teased Wuhua.

Wuhua's little face was flushed with anger, and he said angrily: "This Shi is mainly a pilgrim who sincerely comes to bathe the Buddha and drink Laba porridge, please pay attention to the rules in our temple, if it is a bad guest, then please poop!" ”

"Alas, little master, our village chief is just joking, is this going to drive people out? Is this the hospitality of your pujin mosque? Is there any royal law left? Call your master over, and we'll talk to him personally!" ”

"That's it, it's really the temple that cheats customers, is this how you treat us pilgrims??"

Wuxin smiled lightly: "A few donors, please eat here with peace of mind, I will compensate you on behalf of my junior brother, if you are offended, I hope to have a lot of Haihan." ”

"Hmph, that's bad luck..."

"Forget it, let's eat porridge first!"

"It's still this little master who is sensible... Unlike some people... Stains and stains..."

"You ......" Wuhua was about to step forward to debate with them, but was grabbed by Wuxin, and Wuhua said to Wuxin: "Senior brother, what are you pulling me for?" These people are obviously here to find fault. ”

Unintentionally whispered secretly, and said calmly: "Don't worry, don't lose your way, I want to see what means or reliance these people have... If you can't tell me why today... Blame our Buddhism's Vajra angry eyes..."

Xiao Lingjue also secretly whispered to Wuxin: "Those who come are not good, and those who are good are not coming!" ”

Wuxin responded with a smile: "I'll go to them to find out what they are here for, and what kind of support they have to rely on." ”

"Well, that's fine!"

As soon as the words fell, Wuxin walked in front of Wang Tiezhu, who was obviously the leader, with a bowl of porridge, holding a bowl of porridge, and squatting next to him.

He asked unintentionally: "The donor's harvest at home this year is good, is the salt and iron tax of the official family heavy?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Wang Tiezhu didn't know how to answer him, it was difficult to tell him that his family didn't farm at all, and the government never collected taxes from them, and it was very good for this group of Diao people not to ask the government for money, so the court couldn't do anything about these scoundrels, and the whole village was a hooligan village.

Wang Tiezhu could only resignedly say: "The harvest is not bad, and the taxes of the official family are not too high, so I can barely survive now." ”

Wuxin suddenly asked, "Are the wives and children at home okay?" ”

"It's all right, thank you Master for your concern," Wang Tiezhu replied again, he also stared at this mage strangely, why did he keep asking himself some strange questions?

Don't care about it so much for now, fill your stomach first, and then he drank a mouthful of laba porridge beautifully.

"Good! Refreshing! He felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, feeling that his entire stomach was warm, and the whole person seemed to be on your heavenly palace, fluttering.

"It's weird, when other big temples bathe in Buddha, I haven't seen anyone react like this, can the Laba porridge of this Puzhen Temple still be fine?" Tan Ming muttered in his heart, stepped forward to pick up the spoon, scooped the perfume, only to feel a faint fragrance coming to his nose, the whole person's spirit was shocked, and his brain was a lot clearer.

Just as Wang Tiezhu was still reminiscing, Tianxin suddenly asked coldly, "It turns out that what is the purpose of Puzhen Temple?" ”

"Of course it's to beg... Begging for porridge to drink. Wang Tiezhu, who was still in a daze, was halfway through his words, and finally came to his senses, it turned out that this little master was trapping himself, so he forcibly changed the direction of the conversation.

Xindao: You, a little fox who has only been practicing for a few years, are really naïve to fight with me, an old Jiangsu Province.

Wang Tiezhu said with a smile again: "This master, don't ask me so much, my old family is old, and I can't remember anything." ”

There was still a faint smile on the corner of Wuxin's mouth, but he said regretfully in his heart: I almost asked him......

"But does the mage really want to know what we're here for? I can tell you ...... too," he looked at Xiao Lingjue and the others with a somewhat playful expression.

At the foot of the mountain, a middle-aged Taoist priest is leading a group of people up the mountain, these people are not good men and women, but an army composed of Taoist priests and soldiers.