I don't know if other monks can eat pastries now.

Anyway, there is never a shortage of food in her small courtyard.

Osmanthus cake, pea yellow, coconut mille-feuille cake, mushroom and scallion shortbread......

Although there are only two or three kinds of dim sum in a stack, there are many types.

By the time she came to call her after the legal bath, the plates in front of her were empty.

(⊙o⊙) — The legal expression is like this.

"Master, if you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable."

Shi Liu ate the last piece of pastry before patting his stomach: "Hiccup~ so full." ”

"It's going to be a late class, master, can you still walk after eating so much?"

"Aren't you still there?"

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So the law made a rickshaw again, and rushed to the front hall with the well-fed stone willow on his back.

For the fat mound of the thin man carrying the stone willow on his back, the monks in the temple are no longer surprised.

In their opinion, this is a practice for the law or for Shiliu.

They arrived late, and the futon was already full of monks.

When he entered the main hall, he sat down on his futon and opened the scriptures.

Knock~knock~

The sound of bells and drums alternately came to the ears.

Vena took the lead and began to recite the Buddha Says the Amitabha Sutra.

Thoughts are gradually dispelled in this sound verse,

It gradually became calmer.

Sink your heart into this text,

It's a practice for everyone.

Monks who have gained something after the evening class will continue to meditate, and others will not urge and disturb them.

Some are just envious.

Envy others for what they have gained, and secretly wonder if they are giving their whole attention to the Buddha.

This time it turned out to be legal, this little guy sat alone on the futon after the evening class, and read the scriptures softly as if he had realized something.

Ignoring him, Shi Liu followed everyone out of the main hall, saw Xiao Xinzhi, and hurriedly stopped him and asked: "Xinzhi, the Duanyang Festival of the temple is coming, do you want to help make zongzi?" ”

Nobushi walked in front of her and replied, "Of course." It's just that I've just learned, and maybe the package isn't very good. ”

"When will it be packed?"

"The day before the Duanyang Festival." The answer was another letter generation, the little novice Nomi Shinkai.

"Lots of bags?" The reason why Shi Liu asked this is because he said that the common people will also come here to offer incense during the Duanyang Festival.

Nobuchi nodded.

Xinhai gave a definite figure: "Five hundred will be wrapped every year, and when the time comes, it will be given to the good believers who come to offer incense." ”

"Will there be beggars?"

Xinhai glanced at Shi Liu quite strangely and said, "At the foot of the imperial city, there are no beggars. ”

Shi Liu nodded: "Oh." That shows that the father and emperor have governed the country very well, the country and the people are safe, and the people have surplus food at home. ”

Xinhai clasped his hands together: "The emperor is sage." ”

Xinzhi said: "Buddha blesses." ”

Shi Liu laughed and touched Xinzhi's bald head: "Remember to call me when you made zongzi." Well, call me when you're ready to pick dumpling leaves. I haven't picked a dumpling leaf yet. ”

"Okay."

Seeing that he agreed, Shi Liu touched his little bald head again before holding his hands behind his back (too fat, the small hands couldn't be overlapped together, looking like a forked waist) and walked slowly towards Wuguantang.

The head of the meal rang the wooden fish hanging outside the hall, and the bang rang through the hall, and the monks and mermaids entered.

Shi Liu looked up at the big wooden fish seriously for the first time and asked, "Why are you hanging wooden fish here?" ”

The head of the meal smiled and replied: "The wooden fish is just for vigilance." ”

Looking at the long fish, the head of the fish turned outward, and he asked, "Does the head of the fish have to face outward?" ”

"Naturally not. The fish head is outward, indicating that this is a jungle temple, which can receive wandering monks to place orders; The head of the fish is inward, indicating that it is a small temple of descendants, and it is unable to receive the wandering monks to place orders; The head and tail are horizontal, indicating that this is half of the descendants of the temple and half of the jungle, which can partially receive the wandering monks to place orders. ”

"Oh." Shi Liu felt a little tired from looking up and neck all the time.

After eating so many pastries, I was not hungry.

If you don't go in to eat in the morning, you don't care what the hanging wooden fish looks like.

As a child, Shi Liu felt that there was no need to diet to lose weight, not to mention that he had already cultivated spiritual power, and he believed that it would be much easier to lose weight than before.

In a flash, it was time for the monks to prepare zongzi for the devotees.

Originally, Shi Liu thought that the monks were vegetarians, and the zongzi was estimated to be nothing other than the bean paste filling.

As a result, she found that there was a lot to prepare.

Cowpeas, lotus seeds, and red dates are quite normal, but which salty zongzi came up with mushroom and green vegetable tofu?

Then Shi Liu found that it was not only the reed leaves they picked yesterday, but also the bamboo leaves.

Shi Liu thought about it, and she decided to wrap a salty zongzi that was not meat and try it.

How to pack, won't you still learn now?

Pick up a piece of cleaned reed leaf and roll it into a cone, then stuff glutinous rice into it, then add chopped mushrooms and greens to the glutinous rice, then wrap the reed leaf around and cover it, alternately wrap the head and tail of the leaf, and then tie up the zongzi with bamboo leaf strips that are torn into thin strips.

Although it didn't look good, Shi Liu still felt a full sense of accomplishment.

After all, this fat body and chubby little hands are not as flexible as their own body in the past.

Xinzhi praised: "Uncle Shi, you are so powerful." It was a success. ”

"Of course."

Nobushi hasn't succeeded in wrapping one yet, and Shiliu has already begun to prepare for the second one, which really feels very powerful in comparison.

After all, Nobushi is a year older than her.

Of course, there is nothing to compare with other monks.

Those are journeymen, o( ̄ヘ ̄o#).

Shi Liu finally wrapped ten, cooked separately and sent to the palace for filial piety.

The emperor and queen crown prince Du Jieyu each have one salty and sweet, and the remaining two are her own.

As for the rest of the palace, hehe, there's no need.

Just these ten, she feels a little impatient after she has already packed.

[You have read this Buddhist scripture in vain, and it is too tiring to wrap a zongzi. 】

Regarding Jiuwu's ridicule, Shi Liu snorted and did not argue.

If you are not the reincarnation of the Buddha, what ordinary person can learn the Dharma in a month and understand it thoroughly?

Shi Liu doesn't have such high standards and strict requirements for himself.

After all, there is enough time for her to slowly comprehend the Dharma, and there is no need to rush it at all.

The emperor and others in the palace received her Duanyang festival ceremony, looking at the ugly little zongzi, but they felt in their hearts that this was the best zongzi they had ever received.

Let the palace people dismantle it, and the emperor ate both of them (too small, only one for two bites), and the queen tasted one bite each.

In the East Palace, the crown prince Liu Xian stared at these two strange-looking little zongzi for a long time before he reached out and slowly untied them.

Because it's the first time I've made it myself, my hands are sticky.

The palace people on the side hurriedly brought warm water over to let him clean his hands, and only after testing that they were non-toxic did they hand over the chopsticks to Liu Xian.

After taking a bite, although the taste was the worst he had ever tasted, Liu Xian felt that this was the warmest zongzi he had ever tasted.