The Ghost King smiled, he didn't speak again, and after the two looked at each other for a long time, they nodded at the same time. You can never understand what the actions between the masters mean, but because you don't understand the actions of the masters. That's why they can become masters.

Originally, I thought that entering the Yunzhong Temple would be very dangerous, and I was even ready to fight, but I didn't expect that the ghost king chatted very well with the precept Zen master, and he took us to visit the entire Yunzhong Temple.

The half of the houses built in the belly of the mountain are basically used to store scriptures or some daily necessities, but outside the belly of the mountain. Half of the temple is built on the mountain wall, half of which is used to live in people, and half is used to worship the statue of the Buddha, and it took us more than two hours to visit the entire Yunzhong Temple.

It can be seen that this Yunzhong Temple is really hidden inside, because when we came, it took several hours to drive the mountain road, and at this moment we visited the entire temple courtyard, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.

I was secretly thinking about what kind of reason I should find to stay here, but who knew that the precept Zen master suddenly invited us warmly: Since we have come, why don't we stay and have a fast meal?

I was stunned, I didn't expect this to be the result. I thought to myself that it would be good if they didn't hurry up and coax us away, but I didn't expect that they would keep us for fasting, which was really unexpected.

The Ghost King didn't even think about it. He smiled and said, "That's very good." Bai Du Yi Yan Song Hall Chop Mouth New Chapter L Section

At noon, when the three of us stayed here and went to the kitchen to eat fast with the precept Zen master, I found that there were many monks in the entire Yunzhong Temple, and there were probably more than 20 of them, but the Yunzhong Temple was built too big, and more than 20 monks were scattered here, so it seemed very deserted.

While I was fasting, the policewoman said to me, "Abu, I'm not hungry, eat it."

I didn't care, I mumbled, and immediately filled a spoonful, just as I was about to fill the second spoonful. The ghost king suddenly patted me on the shoulder and said, "Nephew, come." Give me this half bowl, I have a bad stomach lately and can't eat more, half a bowl is enough.

Before I could finish speaking, the Ghost King almost snatched the half bowl of rice from me.

I'm all wondering, it's just fasting, the fasting meal on the fifteenth day of the new year, it's called a light, this noodle is made, there is absolutely no chili, absolutely no meat, such a bland meal, the ghost king still remembers to snatch it from my hand.

And just as I was carrying the second bowl and was about to continue the meal, the ghost king said to me, "Nephew, didn't you say that you were thirsty?" There's water in the well over there, and if you want to drink it, go drink it now, and give up the place for the rice to the masters first.

Because when the meal is served, everyone is lined up, it doesn't matter if I am alone in a daze, it will delay the time for a dozen monks to serve the meal, as soon as I heard the words of the ghost king, I hummed, handed the rice spoon to the monk behind me, and walked to the well not far from the kitchen.

I don't understand why there is a well halfway up the mountain, but I know it's very wrong.

Because I didn't tell the Ghost King that I wanted to drink water, I could tell from the Ghost King's words that he must be hinting at me.

Sure enough, when I walked to the well with the porcelain bowl, the ghost king had been standing in place, holding the half bowl of rice, but he had never eaten it, so he followed me to the well.

I put the porcelain bowl on the edge of the well, and then threw the bucket away, and was about to fetch water from it, and the ghost king, pretending to help, suddenly came to my side and said, "This rice cannot be eaten."

"Why can't you eat it?" I was startled and quickly whispered a question.

But before the ghost king could speak, suddenly a laughing sentence came from behind him: What are the two donors doing?

We were fetching water, and when we looked back, it was the precept Zen master, who was walking towards me with a large bowl of light noodles in his hand at the moment.

"Little donor, I see that you are weak, you should eat more to replenish your body, come, this is what I specially served for you." As he spoke, the precept master handed me the large bowl of noodles in his hand.

Fuck it!

It's not that I want to curse because of my poor quality, I'm thinking about how to make an excuse for a while to say that I'm not hungry, but who knows that this Zen master actually came to me with noodles and stuffed them into my hands himself, which makes me feel embarrassed?

Deliberately, right?

I reached out and took it, smiled politely and said, "Thank you."

But I didn't eat it, so I put the noodles on the well platform next to it, which was in urgent need of water, and the precept Zen master actually helped me to fetch water, and finally I had no choice but to take a small sip, which was the meaning of the meaning.

As I left the platform, I picked up the bowl of noodles and muttered to myself: What should I do with this bowl of noodles from his grandmother's? Don't play this international joke on me.

Suddenly, the phone rang!

My God, this is definitely a miracle from heaven, no matter who made this call, even if it is Amway, or a real estate agent, I must thank his eighteenth generation ancestors.

With the bowl set, I stepped aside and answered the phone.

"Hey, hello, who is it?" I asked softly, but no one spoke on the other end of the phone, I was stunned, glanced at the phone screen, this is an unfamiliar number, I have not saved it on my phone, and I have not called it before.

"Hello? If I don't speak, I'll hang up. "Actually, I don't want to hang up, I wish this guy could talk to me for half an hour.

As a result, just when I thought it was someone who made the wrong call, suddenly a sentence came from the other end of the phone: You can eat noodles, and after eating, bite your finger and drink two drops of your own blood.

Just this sentence, after speaking, the phone hung up.

Listening to the beep on the phone, I was a little confused, who is this person? I thought about it carefully, and felt that this person's voice was very similar to that of the master who manipulated the fire crow.

I thought this guy had disappeared from my life, but I didn't expect it to be still there at this moment? And still give me advice at this critical juncture.

After so many things, after so many experiences, I don't think the master who manipulated the fire crow is harming me, at least this time I can be trusted.

After I went back, the precept Zen master held a bowl of noodles, talking and laughing with the ghost king, and the two of them had already eaten, and the moment I picked up the noodles, I had reached the point where I couldn't eat them.

When I came here, I was warmly invited, and I had to eat two bites no matter what I said, right? If you don't eat it, then please tell you your reason for not eating, if you can't say it well, or if you can't answer, then it will be exposed.

The Ghost King told me not to eat the noodles, but he had to eat them himself because we couldn't show the stuffing yet.

With the guidance of the master who manipulated the fire crow, I was not so afraid, and immediately picked up the noodles, smelled them with a smile, and said: "It's so fragrant."

After finishing speaking, he took a big sip, and then said with a smile: Well, it's delicious!

The precept master smiled at me and didn't say anything, and after a while I ate this big bowl of noodles upside down, and I don't know if it was a psychological effect or what's going on, but when I ate this bowl of noodles, I always felt sticky in my mouth.

Strictly speaking, the noodles should be slimy, how do you say it? It's like soaking a lot of lard in it, and many people know that lard will turn into a white lump if it is cooled, and it is naturally very fragrant when you cook in noodles, but you must eat it while it is hot, otherwise it will be slimy.

I thought to myself: Aren't monks who don't eat meat? It's not right to eat lard, it stands to reason that you should eat peanut oil, or sunflower oil.

Put my empty bowl in the kitchen, I rushed to the toilet, and without saying a word in the toilet, I directly stuffed the index finger of my left hand into my mouth, bit a hole viciously, sucked two mouthfuls of blood hard, and swallowed it with a bang.

It's a little salty, but as long as it can save my life, I'm not afraid of anything else.

When I came out of the toilet, the wound on my finger was basically healed, and I was very worried about the safety of the ghost king, and when the precept Zen master finished eating and went back to the kitchen to put the dishes, I quickly whispered: Ghost king, will you be okay after eating this noodle?

The ghost king squinted and shook his head, but did not speak, about ten seconds later, the precept Zen master returned, and the first words he said to the ghost king at this moment made us stunned......