Hurriedly grabbed the little monk's ear and signaled to stop, "Don't go, we'll stay here tonight." ”

Yuan Zhi looked unwilling, "Master, there are two miles of land and a Buddhist temple built by a house." ”

Zhenguo Temple is built on the top of the Hanging Mountain, the road up the mountain is tortuous and far away, it takes a lot of time, in order to facilitate the passage, the house is specially built at the foot of the mountain for the passers-by to rest.

"No, I don't."

She hadn't eaten meat for several days, and the worms in her stomach were suddenly aroused by the smell of meat wafting from the mansion. The delicacy is close at hand, why should I walk two miles to the house to eat cold steamed buns.

"Hmm~" It's definitely a barbecue!

Song Jingfang closed his eyes and was intoxicated, and his saliva was about to flow on the little monk's head.

Yuan Zhi raised his eyes and glanced at the door plaque, and wondered: "The Hu Mansion is full of women, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for us to go and disturb it." ”

Hu Mansion is a famous merchant within a radius of ten miles of Xuanli Mountain, in the early years when Zhenguo Temple was still called Reclining Buddha Temple, the old lady in charge of the Hu family was a devout disciple of the temple. On the fifteenth day of the first day of the new year, the sesame oil is given rain or shine, and the host uncle in the temple has a deep friendship.

Tsk ~ "I have a deep friendship with the host uncle", what I said is really inspiring.

Song Jingfang was curious, "Didn't you follow the old monk in Yizhuang since you were a child, how do you know this?" ”

Where did Yuan Zhi know Song Jingfang's unbearable "dirty" thoughts, and answered seriously.

"Every year, the presiding uncle will send the senior brothers to visit Yizhuang, and the senior brothers will often tell me about some temple affairs. Although Zhenguo Temple is now a national temple, there are many people who are more powerful than the old lady of the Hu family, but no one can compare with its perseverance, perseverance and piety, and the Buddha is profound......"

"Alright, alright." Song Jingfang interrupted impatiently, "Don't say it, hurry up and knock on the door." ”

Yuan Zhi thought that the master had dispelled his thoughts after listening to his own persuasion.

"Master, isn't it inconvenient."

Song Jing did not change his color, and Liang Liang ridiculed.

"It's not for you to come to the door to spend the night, where is it inconvenient, or is it that the little monk is not right, and you are thinking nonsense in your head?"

Yuan blame was on the blood of Song Jingfang's words, and his whole head was red like a big red date, ashamed and annoyed, "Master, why are you talking such nonsense, if you do this again, don't blame fate for not betraying you!" ”

Hey, the little monk was teased by her and was anxious.

Song Jingfang began to follow the hairy comparison, deliberately lowering his voice to make it more vigorous, and it sounded serious and serious.

"Little monk Hongchen cultivates his heart, if I just say a few words to you, you will be ashamed and angry, and you will lose your peace and calmness, which is really disappointing."

The words are all "for your good and for your sake", and it is a good pot to shake up.

Yuan Zhi was stunned for a moment, and bowed his head in shame, "Master, it is Yuan Zhi who is responsible for the relationship, and I failed to understand your hard work." ”

Song Jingfang patted the little monk's head "lovingly" and comforted: "Knowing your mistakes can improve a lot, knock on the door." ”

It is the responsibility to do a good job in psychological construction, and grab the bronze ring of the tiger and beast to knock on the door.

The door cracked, and the door saw the person clearly, "Master, please come in!" ”

Mrs. Hu believes in Buddhism, and the whole house is extremely enthusiastic about monks.

As soon as you enter the door, the aroma of meat fades, because the kitchen is in the backyard, far from the front door.

"It's getting late, the house is a little far away, the villain sees that Master, you are incapacitated, you might as well rest here for one night. My old lady believes in Buddhism and likes to exchange Buddhism with her masters. ”

There is no need to open their mouths, the disciples of Hu Mansion have already taken the initiative to leave them.

Yuan Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Please also ask the donor to introduce me, I and the ancestor both came to the door, and took the initiative to visit the master's house according to the courtesy." ”

Menzi led Yuan Zhi and Song Jingfang to the living room, Song Jingfang sat down steadily, and Hu Sanniang led a group of maids into the door.

"The third mother of the Hu family has seen the little master."

Yuan Zhi hurriedly got up to greet him, "Little monk Yuan Zhi, I have seen Master Hu Shi." ”

Hu Triangle smiled coquettishly at the little monk, "I don't know who this is?" ”

"Ah, this is my ancestor Xuancicada." He was so nervous that he forgot to introduce his ancestor.

Song Jingfang pretended to be unfathomable, smiled at Hu Sanniang and nodded.

Listening to the names of the two, Hu Sanniang guessed that the two had a shallow relationship with Zhenguo Temple.

It's just that...... The fox looked at Song Jingfang twice, Xuanzi generation, there are still this generation of senior monks alive in Zhenguo Temple?

"The two of them are from the Zhenguo Temple, and the concubines often go in and out of the temple, how come they have never seen the two?"

"The little monk is not in the temple all the year round, and it is normal for the donor to have not seen it."

The fate of the responsibility smoothly brought up the topic, and Hu Sanniang took this opportunity to talk about Zhenguo Temple and Hu Mansion. The two talked, and within a while, the little monk's background was touched by her.

Still too young.

Of course, Hu Sanniang would not snub Song Jingfang, and every time she tried to speak, she was blocked by Song Jingfang's "mysterious smile".

The time was not early, Song Jingfang took a sip of tea and said bluntly, "Mrs. Hu, I'm hungry, can I eat first?" ”

This is the first thing she said when she entered Hu Mansion, her stomach really didn't have the patience to be consumed here, listening to Hu Sanniang's stand-up comedy routine little monk.

Hu Sanniang was stunned for a moment, thinking that she didn't say a thousand, there were always hundreds of people she had dealt with, and she had never seen such an informal, even rude monk as Xuan Chan.

It's a housekeeper, and he reacted quickly.

"It's Sanniang's negligence, talking to the little master and forgetting the time, the concubine let the steward prepare."

Song Jingfang nodded with satisfaction, just serve the food, you continue.

After drinking half a cup of tea, the little maid came to report, the flower hall prepared the banquet, and the three of them changed venues.

On the table, Song Jingfang unceremoniously clamped the first chopsticks, she is an ancestor, I believe that no one present can overpower her in terms of seniority, cool and crooked.

A table of vegetarian dishes, the taste is average, the ancient cooking skills can not be expected, Song Jingfang ate more and more greedy, and finally choked on saliva.

Song Jingfang coughed suddenly, and Yuan Zhi threw down the chopsticks to pat her on the back, "What's wrong with you, Master, but the injury has recurred?" ”

He waved his hand and shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and coughed twice to ease up.

"Is it because the taste of vegetarian food is not the master's appetite, the concubine is not very satisfied with the master."

Although Hu Sanniang disliked Song Jingfang and didn't know the etiquette, she was hospitable as the host.

"Is there any meat?"

As soon as Song Jingfang's words came out, Hu Sanniang was stunned again, and the little monk blew up.

"Master, how can you!" If you are in a hurry, you can't say it's good.

Hu Sanniang smiled awkwardly, "Can the master say it again, the concubine didn't hear clearly." ”

I am very grateful to Hu Sanniang for giving her the opportunity to say it again, but she thought about it, and for the sake of her future happiness, she still "betrayed Buddhism".

"Madame, don't call me master, I'm not a monk."

Hu Sanniang kept silent, withdrew from the battlefield, and watched the battle.

"What does the ancestor mean?"

The little monk grabbed Song Jingfang's arm, he was very injured, at a critical juncture, did the ancestor want to abandon Zhenguo Temple.

What the hell is your resentful expression, we can't be.

casually pulled a pretense, "I have been a monk for too long, I want to change my identity, can't I?" "I want to eat meat.

Yuan Zhi painstakingly persuaded: "Master, how can you return to the vulgar. "He can't even be a layman.