I sighed inwardly, my eyes unconsciously tilted towards the old side, and I was about to speak, but I felt a tension on my shoulder.

Hey?

Ye Dingxi's hand was clear from any movement, why did he have a strange sense of tension?

I remained silent and turned my gaze to death, but I didn't wait for the feeling to come.

"The ......"

As if I knew this, I stood up and pondered a little, and said very seriously: "Listen to me and say a fair word." ”

"Speak quickly!" said again in unison.

I glanced at it quickly, and I opened my eyes when I was sick, but I didn't look at me, and my eyes still stopped at Ye Dingxi's side.

As for Master Desheng......

Is he asleep?

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, and my eyes slowly turned to old age and death.

"This matter, the one who was wronged, is...... Gotta die!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell on both sides in an instant, and I had to laugh loudly, and I was so elated that I boasted that I had a brain.

was so angry that his face was pale, a pair of steamed bun fists were clenched tightly, and the green tendons on his arms that rolled up his sleeves jumped up, and he took a sip very dissatisfied.

"Phew! The grass on the wall, on both sides! What you say, you can't believe it!"

I heard his sarcasm, and shook my head helplessly: "Yes, yes." ”

"You say he was wronged, but there is evidence!" the old finger pointed to death, and his fingertips trembled with anger.

I shook my head again: "No." ”

"You !!"

The old man almost had smoke on the top of his head, and his fat was swelling tightly, like a big man with a pestle in front of me, and he had the sense of déjà vu of an eagle and a chicken.

I stiffened my neck and said with a cold face: "Why, don't you want to hear why I said that death is wronged?"

If the old man dares to pat his chest hair now and say that he doesn't want to hear it, then he is guilty of designing the crime of unjustly dying, which makes sense to me, and he naturally makes sense.

I have to grit my teeth, "You say!"

"This roast goose is ......"

I looked through the window, looked in the direction of the firewood room, and paced slowly: "You two have been arguing and quarreling for so long, but no one has ever taken care of the roast goose in the firewood room, which proves that you don't care, and the master of death doesn't care, since he doesn't care about the roast goose, why do you want to keep it private? So, from the perspective of motives, it is not very likely that the master of death is dead." ”

"Go on......"

I saw that I always opened my mouth to speak, so I hurriedly preemptively said: "If Master Death really wants to eat roast goose, he still has a chance to cook, and no one in the kitchen is watching him at that time, he wants to hide, eat, and steal, whatever he wants, why should he steal it when you go to pee?"

"He can't wait!" he finally said with a dark face.

I shook my head, but through his reaction, it confirmed what I thought in my heart: "The behavior of peeing and, there is no preset, it is generally based on the body's reaction, so you suddenly go out of the kitchen to pee, the master of death doesn't know, even if he has been following you and watching you out of the kitchen, he doesn't know what you are going to do, he still has to follow you to the hut, only to know that you are going to pee, and when he is going to steal the roast goose, it is too late." ”

"In addition, from this premise, you have two points that you can't explain, first, you are a monk in the monastery, and you are naturally very aware of the time law of the daily firewood life of the master of death, so if you put the roast goose in the firewood room, it is very likely that the people will get the stolen goods, and secondly, if you go to the thatched house and come back, and find that the roast goose is lost, why will you go to the firewood room in the first place? That is to say, you should know early in the morning that the roast goose is in the firewood room. ”

Hearing me say this, the thin bamboo pole immediately rushed over, pointed at the old nose and scolded: "Okay, you bad-hearted thing! You dare to yin Lao Tzu! Fortunately, Lao Tzu is smart, I said why did you go down the mountain in such a big posture today, and deliberately pass by my residence on the way back! Count me in the morning, hum!!

"Phew!"

The fat monk was always annoyed and embarrassed, and shouted: "It's not because you deliberately sprinkled water in front of my door yesterday, causing me to fall a big heel!

"Who's going to be a grandson!"

"Who didn't lie about who's grandson!!"

If it weren't for the fact that this female benefactor had a little brain, I would have been splashed with and urine all over my body today!"

Belch?!

How can I listen to it, and I don't mean to praise me at all?

Beside me, Ye Dingxi came over at some point, gently held my hand, looked at Master Desheng and said, "Since the matter has been resolved, shouldn't we also give a chance to let the couple sit down with the master and have a good talk?"

"Yes. ”

Desheng slowly opened his eyes.

A quarter of an hour later.

In another meditation room with exactly the same layout and furnishings.

The little monk who delivered the tea handed over two cups of tea, one was pushed in Ye Dingxi's hand, and the other cup was pushed to my side, but it only stopped in one position.

Just now he secretly witnessed the whole process outside the meditation room, and saw the master, the three uncles, and a male benefactor talking into the air, even if his brain was dull, he already understood that there was an extra "person" that he could not see.

Moreover, it seems that because of that "person", the contradiction between getting old and dying was quickly unraveled with an answer.

At this time, the sick uncle was taking the two uncles, Delao and Dedie, to the precept room to receive the punishment, leaving the master and the male donor, as well as the invisible donor to talk together.

After the little monk walked out with the tray, I made eye contact with Ye Dingxi, and I heard him ask straight to the point: "Master Desheng, dare to ask a few months ago, did you take the monks in the temple to the villa of Liang Wenjie, a real estate tycoon in Beijing?"

"Yes. ”

Desheng's face was expressionless, and the Buddha beads in his hand were unhurriedly moved.

Ye Dingxi asked again: "Excuse me, which masters are there when you go?"

"All that I saw today is gone. He replied.

Belch?

Could it be that there are only five monks in this Zen temple?

"Master, you mean...... You are sick and old enough to die, and the little monk who gave tea just now, did you go with them to Liang Wenjie's house to chant sutras?" I asked.

Desheng looked at me and smiled slightly: "That child's name is Yunjian." ”

It turns out that the little monk's name is Yunjian, and it is really a poetic and picturesque name.

"Master, with all due respect. ”

Ye Dingxi became serious and said: "There is a shrine in Liang Wenjie's house, and there is a treasure of an old friend of mine hidden in the secret compartment below, but after you and a few masters left, the secret compartment is empty, so my wife and I will go up the mountain today to ask the ins and outs." ”

To tell the truth, at first, when Ye Dingxi said that the things in the dark were lost, it was related to the monks in the monastery, I didn't want to believe it, after all, most of the monks are practitioners who have no desires and no desires, and have escaped from the world.

But today, seeing so many strange things, as well as the two monks of old age and death, I am very sure that the disappearance of the things in the dark is definitely related to a Zen temple!