When Tianyou and the others were running around to prepare items, Zhou Fan was already comfortably taking a hot bath in the bathhouse of the temple, and he couldn't help but sigh while washing: "It's good to inherit the ancient temple of the year before last, this medicine is almost anesthetic." After that, he couldn't help but look at the wounds on his hands and the wounds on his ankles.

After applying the ancient medicine given by Master Chenhui, Zhou Fan felt that the wound was gradually healing, and now he basically didn't even feel the pain anymore, if he wanted to change to the hospital, he would definitely let you take ten injections of tetanus medicine first, and then hang a few bottles of potion, and then prescribe a bunch of useless medicine for you to eat, and the wound could not touch the water, so he is so chic now, not only does the wound not hurt, but also can take a hot bath comfortably.

Just as he was washing comfortably, a person suddenly broke in: "The donor presiding over asked you to hurry over, he has something important to look for you." After speaking, he ignored Zhou Fan and was speechless, turned around and walked out of the bathhouse.

"Ah, your second uncle, my brother has been looked down,.. After Zhou Fan muttered, he took the monk's robe prepared by Master Chenhui, was speechless for a while, looked at it for a while before he had to put it on, and thought: "God bless them, they won't laugh at me, forget it, they must be laughed at." Dragging the ill-fitting robe, Zhou Fan walked out of the bathhouse.

Looking up, he found that the sun had set a little, and looked at the watch on his wrist, which turned out that he had been washing for more than an hour unconsciously, and now the time was already more than three o'clock, almost four o'clock, and he thought as he walked: "God bless them, how are they preparing, if it is too late, it will be night, and it will be troublesome at night." Thinking about it, I went to the meditation room.

After carefully looking at the meditation room that would be scattered, he now realized that he didn't know that it was Master Chenhui's room, and couldn't help but wonder a little, standing in the corridor and scratching his head, he was about to walk into a meditation room casually to see if anyone asked casually, but there was a sound of opening the door behind him, and he saw a little monk walking out of the room.

came to Zhou Fan: "Donor, the host has been waiting for you for a long time" After speaking, he guided Zhou Fan to the room he came out just now. Following the little monk all the way, Zhou Fan felt a little strange in his heart: "These monks are a little strange."

"Please come in" Just when Zhou Fan was thinking about it, the little monk had already taken him to the door of the room, and opened the door to signal him to come in. "Uh. Oh. Good. Thank you, little master. For a while, Zhou Fan was a little blindsided, and he was a little uneasy to speak, so he answered awkwardly and walked into the room.

The moment he stepped into the room, a burst of fragrant sandalwood fragrance rushed to his face, Zhou Fan smelled this fragrance and his brain was also a lot clearer, and slowly looked at the room, the whole room was the layout of ancient times, there was a screen on both sides of the room, blocking the view, and in front of the screen were several chairs made of mahogany.

They are distributed on both sides, there is a stone kang head in the middle, the stone kang is covered with a thick blanket, a small square table is placed on the kang, the table is fragrant, the tea is full of fragrance, Chenhui sits on the pit and tastes tea, while looking at a book in his hand, as if he doesn't know that Zhou Fan has arrived, looking at the book there.

Zhou Fan's face twitched: "Fuck this stinky monk is too good at putting on music, there are scriptures that don't read, there are sits and don't fight, drink tea and read books here, rely on.. Those who don't know think they've entered the house of the rich man. In his heart, he despised Monk Chenhui, but he didn't dare to say it, after all, they saved him and let him waste more than an hour of hot water in vain.

I gave him a change of clothes, although this set is more changeable and twisted, but it is better than the time when he came out of the grave just now, at that time compared to now, he was simply a person and a ghost, looking at the dusty monk who was reading a book on the side.

"Ahem. Hmph, I'm here for that master. Zhou Fan stood on the threshold and said to Monk Chenhui.

"Oh, come on, come and sit here, and taste the tea grown in our temple." The monk waved his hand at Zhou Fan, his eyes still staring at the book in his hand.

Glancing at the monk Zhou Fan did not go to the kang to sit, but found a place to sit down, the monk saw that Zhou Fan ignored him and was not angry, picked up a teacup and sighed gently: "You can't drink such a good tea if you don't drink it, say when you came to our temple, although you have the relics of the master, but things must be explained clearly." After speaking, he didn't look at his broken book, but stared at Zhou Fan fiercely.

Zhou Fan had already guessed that the monk was going to interrogate him 90% before he came, and when he entered the room and saw the monk's condescending appearance, he was even more sure of what he thought in his heart, so he didn't choose to sit with the monk, and he also made it clear that he didn't give him face, which means that you are obviously going to interrogate me, and I am still angry with you.

Zhou Fan didn't answer the monk's words, leaned on the chair and stretched lazily, walked to the kang in a leisurely manner, picked up another cup of tea prepared for him and drank it in one gulp: "It's not much to drink, it's average, there is another interrogation fan, brother doesn't owe you, and you have to thank me later, otherwise your temple will wait for more people to die." After drinking tea, Zhou Fan returned to the chair and took a lazy nap.

The monk was still a little angry, but when he heard Zhou Fan's words, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and then remembered that in the past two days, people in their temple had either been bitten to death by wolves one after another, or they had fallen into that pit inexplicably, and he couldn't sit still. "What the hell do you know? Can you help us solve this crisis? The monk's tone was no longer as interrogative as before, but a little low.

Zhou Fan glanced at Monk Chenhui and knew that he would accept it when he saw it, and he no longer sat up straight before saying, "Is it that during this time in your temple, people often go missing or are bitten to death by something." ”

Monk Chenhui was more sure that Zhou Fan could help him solve the matter when he heard this, so he hurriedly nodded and said: "But it's not missing but falling into the pit that saved you today, there are still a few people in our temple who were bitten to death by wolves, but I have been looking for the end of these wolves for the past two days but I haven't found where they came from." ”

"It should be right, fortunately my brother came out quickly, otherwise you would all have to wait for the end." Zhou Fan listened to the monk's explanation and whispered to himself.

The monk sat opposite him, naturally heard Zhou Fan's words, and was even more anxious, just wanted to ask a question, but saw Zhou Fan waving his hand and interrupted him: "I'll help you get the affairs of your temple, don't ask anything now, I don't know how to explain..." The sound of "coo" suddenly sounded, and Zhou Fan now realized that he hadn't eaten anything for a day or two nights.

Now that the wound has been treated, the crisis has been temporarily relieved, and the stomach is suddenly hungry, and after drinking two cups of tea, it is even more churning in the stomach, and after looking at the time of the watch, he said: "It's four o'clock now, and it's only two or three hours before dark, you have to prepare things before dark, otherwise you will have to toss again tonight."

The monk looked at Zhou Fan with a puzzled expression, obviously not understanding what Zhou Fan was saying: "Don't worry, the last time I came to the temple, I found that there is a large peach forest behind the temple, I don't know if it's still there?" Zhou Fan asked, holding his stomach.

"Hmm?.. Right.. It seems that there is a peach grove, what's wrong? The monk was already a little confused, and he didn't know what Zhou Fan wanted to express, so he replied without a word.

"That's good, you can now let a few people go over there to cut down a peach tree the size of a bucket, remember that it must be bigger than the bucket, otherwise the year is not enough, and the master can help me prepare some food?" I'm dying of hunger. After speaking, he looked at the monk with two eyes and a blink.

Monk Chenhui has cultivated well enough, and he still can't stand being stared at by Zhou Fan like this, so he stood up and stood up: "Although I don't know what you want to do, but don't mess it up, otherwise I will leave you to feed the wolf cubs, you go to the hall and stay!" I'll help you arrange your meals. The monk returned to his previous condescending appearance, and walked out of the room after explaining, leaving Zhou Fan alone.

"Ahh You Xiba, what are you dragging, no brother will see how you end up tonight, Ling.. After muttering in a low voice, he followed Monk Chenhui and walked out.

In the hall of the Empty Temple, there was a person who was working hard somewhere, and he was very embarrassed to eat and drink: "The little master will have another bowl." The man handed over the empty rice bowl to the little monk next to him, picked up a cup of tea and took a sip of it.

The little monk was dumbfounded and thought, "Who is this person, now it's the sixth bowl, and it's going to... The starving ghost is reincarnated, forget it, the host has explained that he can't be lazy, just eat if he likes it. Zhou Fan, who was contemptuous in his heart, greeted him with a smile: "Donor, slow down, don't. Choke. Make move. With that, he handed the meal in his hand to Zhou Fan.

"Oh, thank you, the little master cares" Zhou Fan was dizzy with hunger now, and he didn't hear the little monk's contempt, and he also thanked him, which made the little monk standing aside even more contemptful.

After the wine and bamboo were full, Zhou Fan stretched his legs and said to the little monk: "Thank you, little master, please take it, and ask if you are ready to host the peach stake." ”

Seeing that Zhou Fan looked like an uncle, he didn't fight in one place, but he couldn't explain that he wanted to be entertained, and he didn't dare to offend too much, so he could only clean up in a muffled voice, and when he heard Zhou Fan's words, he lowered his head: "Oh" and left with his things.

Zhou Fan also knew that the little monk didn't like it, but he didn't care, after all, he came to save their temple, and he could still afford this kind of hospitality, not to mention that even if he ate and drank for nothing, what if he let Lao Tzu know you host, hehe, if you want to think about it, Zhou Fan doesn't dare to go too far, so it's enough to call the little monk.

After a while, the little monk who cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks came back again: "The host said that there will be a wait, and he asked you where to put the stump after it is ready." ”

Zhou Fan still crossed Erlang's legs and said, "Tell your host to take the stump to the backyard and put it in the pit, let him come to the hall and wait." With that, he waved his hand and asked the little monk to stand down.

Looking at the little monk in front of him, he gritted his teeth, and after not knowing what he whispered, he ran to the backyard, Zhou Fan didn't care what he muttered, and waited for God to bless them with his legs.

"God bless you, hurry up." Qing'er, who was sitting in the rear drive, couldn't help urging Tianyou.

"Don't worry, it's useless for us to drive again, the broken truck behind him doesn't know the road, we go too fast, he doesn't understand the road, and people will arrive for a while, and the things haven't arrived, I don't know how Zhou Fan is going to be mad, don't worry, we can arrive before five o'clock." After saying that, Tianyou changed gears and increased the speed of the car.