The abbot, who looks about the same age as his own master, is wearing a red veil, but his appearance is different from his own master's elegance, but there is some heroism, thick eyebrows like swords, eyebrows and eyes are also a little sharp, and his face is cold.

How is it that the current abbot is more beautiful than the other? Alan muttered silently in his heart.

After a short greeting, everyone entered the temple, and the size of the site made Alan feel the poverty of the Bone Fu Temple again.

Alan followed behind, and a group of three people lined up in turn, which is called "Face Buddha". After that, there was a little monk waiting to go to rest in the meditation room that had been prepared long ago. After all, Alain's group was going to rest on the mountain for the night. plus the little maid accompanying the guards...... Alain felt that the temple should be much larger than what could be seen now.

Lunch and dinner were of course to be expected, but the little monk in the back kitchen was very skilled, and the fried bean sprouts made Alain eat a plate, and now he was crooked in his chair to digest himself.

"Tangerine, tangerine." Alan touched his stomach, looked for the fragrance of bean sprouts between his teeth, and said, "Today's fried bean sprouts are really the best fried bean sprouts I have eaten in my life for more than ten years!" ”

"Tangerine, Tangerine, let's go to the back kitchen, shall we?" Alain was suddenly curious about the little monk who stir-fried the vegetables. The person who can fry such delicious bean sprouts must not be an ordinary person.

Alain, who couldn't stand the gluttony of oranges, was immediately dragged by Alan and groped in the direction of the back kitchen.

This place is quite big, and Alan can't catch a little monk and ask him where the kitchen is, so he has to wander around aimlessly with the orange. During this period, I met a few young ladies who came out for a walk, but fortunately, Alain was notorious, and he didn't follow after seeing An, so he gave Alain enough time and energy to find a kitchen.

"Wait-" Alain walked and walked, suddenly stopped, sniffing, "I smell smell, smell—"

The orange hurried to catch up with Alain's sudden quickening pace, and walked all the way to the garden, through a small flower bed, and in a moment came to the gate of the courtyard where the pear trees were planted.

Looking through the arches of the courtyard, there are neat houses on both sides, and there are neatly arranged shelves on the promenade, and the sieve baskets and pans on them are readily available. At this time, after the meal, there was no one in sight, only the residual smell of rice wafted in the air on this side.

Alain walked inside with ease, the orange was very curious, and just wanted to ask Alain what he was looking for, a burst of the smell of sugar-fried chestnuts entered his nose-

"You ——! Who are you! Just behind a shelf, a little monk suddenly burst out, and hurriedly stuffed something behind him with his two hands. He looked a little flustered, but he still said fiercely with his head held high.

"We are fairy sisters!" Alan looked at the cute and tender little group in front of him, and said "with bad intentions", "Come and catch the little monk who secretly eats fried chestnuts!" ”

The little monk in front of him just wanted to refute, but the sleeve behind him fell out with a "snap", and rolled in front of Alan and Tangerine in a daze.

The orange looked at it, hey, what a chestnut!

"You guys! What do you want to do! The little monk was a little weak-hearted, and took a few steps back with a hum.

"Sister Fairy doesn't want to do anything, as long as you hand over the sugar-fried chestnuts in your hand, Sister Fairy won't tell your master about you stealing chestnuts." Alan squatted down with a smile, picked up the chestnuts in front of him, and said with a "pleasant face".