"That's right, manly man, what's wrong with no mana? Just as dry! Come on, come on, come on! ”

The old salted fish was holding a cane on the side, spitting and shouting.

Fang Zheng went up and kicked it: "You also work, don't be lazy!" ”

The salted fish glanced sideways, muttering and muttering that he didn't know what he was talking about, and then his eyes rolled, and the guy plunged into the sand dune, and with a flick of his tail, he actually got in.

Fang Zheng didn't care about him, the monkey on the other side had already made a move, but he, like Fang Zheng, was flesh and blood, and he couldn't compare to the strong flesh and racial talent of the lone wolf and the red child, so he dug very slowly.

Look at the squirrel again, this little thing has become a ball, and it is pouting its ass and digging hard, but the amount of digging for half a day is equivalent to the amount of Fang Zheng holding two handfuls of sand.

However, Fang Zheng didn't let him stop, so he should have lost weight.

Fang Zheng looked around, and there was an endless sea of sand all around, stretching to the end of the sky at a glance.

Fang Zheng jumped into the classic car and chose a direction: "You guys dig, I'll go around and see if there are people or villages, or tools or something." It would be nice if we could find a water source......"

Speaking of this, Fang Zheng asked the system in his heart: "System, can I move?" ”

System: "Ding! This is the place that the Buddha gave you, and if you forcibly move out, you will be punished for violating the rules. The specific punishment is determined by the Buddha. ”

Fang Zheng wanted to take over the Buddha's childish character, and decisively gave up the idea of moving.

"Let's go, go north." Founder slapped the steering wheel on the old driveway.

The classic car replied, "Master, I haven't refueled for a long time. ”

"Can't you move without gas?" Fang Zheng asked.

The classic car replied: "This ......"

Fang Zheng said: "Then there is no more, I'll help you contact an abandoned car disposal plant when you go back." ”

Rumble!

The classic car stepped on the accelerator and rushed out with black smoke on its buttocks: "Do things for the master, you can run hungry!" ”

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while.

Classic cars can no longer be called cars, but demons, do demons still need to drink gasoline? Who has ever seen a pipa spirit that has to be played by someone to move?

Thinking that the classic car and the salted fish have been closer recently, Fang Zheng reminded him earnestly: "In the future, if you stay away from that salted fish, it will not be a good product, it will damage you, and it will be easy to be beaten." ”

The classic car repeatedly said yes, but as for whether he heard it or not, Founder was not sure.

After driving a classic car around the four circles, Fang Zheng finally determined that he had been thrown into the center of the desert where birds don't, not to mention the village around, and there was not a single bird feather in sight.

Back to the original sand dunes, Red Boy is still digging sand, but the speed of the lone wolf has decreased significantly, although this guy is tall and big, and his physical strength is also very abundant, but after all, he can't compare with an old monster like Red Boy.

As for the squirrel, he was running the slope dug by the lone wolf, and if he ran slowly, he was buried in it.

The monkeys are unhurried to help, and in general, everyone's speed is not slow, and a big hole has been dug.

"Master, I've dug something!" The lone wolf suddenly shouted.

Fang Zheng quickly jumped out of the classic car and rushed over, and when he lay down, his eyes lit up: "Roof!" I'm almost there, dig harder, dig into the window and I'll go in and find some tools to help you dig. ”

At this moment, the sand and soil surged, and then a small sandbag arched up, and I saw the catfish scolding and scolding out of it: "I, I...... , the gills are full of sand. ”

Fang Zheng looked at this old rascal and frowned slightly: "Salted fish, what did you just do?" ”

The salted fish struggled hard and pulled out the handle of something from the sand, and he jumped out of the sand and pulled it hard, and a shovel was pulled out by him.

Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Shovel? ”

Salted fish looked up proudly and said, "Nonsense, it's not a shovel, is it a rice shovel?" ”

Fang Zheng didn't compete with the salted fish, took the shovel and said, "Get two more handfuls, and get some other tools." ”

Salted fish said coaxingly: "Now you know who is useful, right?" Sometimes, it's useless to have a physique without a brain. Also, stupid dog, you're digging in the wrong place, it's the backyard. The place where the stupid boy dug is the main hall! ”

After saying this, he found two unkind glances, and he decisively plunged into the sand and disappeared.

The red boy snorted, "Senior brother, let's go back and play salted fish balls." ”

The lone wolf nodded vigorously: "I've been studying football lately. ”

The red boy smiled......

With a shovel, Founder can also help, and with a shovel in hand, it is much easier to clean up the sand.

As the second and third shovels were dragged out by the salted fish, the monkey and the red boy had shovels, and the speed of their work instantly increased by several gears.

At the same time, with the salted fish in the sand to find out the terrain, we soon found that the temple is not buried deep, digging the right place three or two times to dig to the roof of the main hall, as a result, the lone wolf stepped on the air, directly collapsed the roof, and planted into it.

Fang Zheng jumped into the big hole, standing in the dilapidated temple of One Finger, Fang Zheng found that not only was his mood not depressed, but surprisingly quiet, familiar, peaceful and warm.

This is the appearance of the Yizhi Temple that has not been upgraded by the system at the beginning, and there are all kinds of traces of the Yizhi Zen master here, and there are also memories of Fangzheng's childhood.

Everywhere here, Fang Zheng can think of all kinds of childhood things.

The broken futon, on which the Zen master often sat with his arms and told the story of the Buddha feeding eagles with meat;

The broken wood fish has long been silent, and it is a toy with few square positions;

a broken stick next to the sundries, which was used as a crutch by a Zen master when he was old;

There was a piece of red cloth missing under the Bodhisattva, which was reduced by the one-fingered Zen master, because he had to make a cloth bag for Fang Zheng to fight tigers;

……

Looking at these things, looking at them, Fang Zheng felt a sour nose and wanted to cry.

Smack!

A fleshy thing smashed on the head, and then rolled all the way to Fangzheng's chest, pulling Fangzheng's clothes hard to stabilize his body, it was the squirrel that fell.

As soon as the squirrel looked up, he saw the square appearance.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Squirrel asked curiously.

Fang Zheng held the squirrel with one hand, touched his head and said, "It's nothing, I just miss you too master." ”

Wiped away the tears in his eyes, facing the only Buddha statue in the temple, and sent Guanyin with his hands together to salute, at this moment he suddenly understood why the Buddha had to take back everything he had before.

This is not punishment, this is helping him return to his original heart!

He can give up everything for the world, he can cross this world, but does he cross himself?

If you can't cross the world, but you can't cross yourself, what can you talk about becoming a Buddha?

He always has something in his heart that he can't let go, and if he can't let go, what can he talk about becoming a Buddha?

……

After figuring it out, Fang Zheng smiled: "Bodhisattva, Buddha, thank you." ”

After speaking, Fang Zheng turned around and picked up the shovel and beckoned to the apprentices: "It's done!" ”

The handling of yellow sand is very troublesome, digging here and flowing down there.

Moreover, the sand dunes that Fang Zheng wants to clean are not ordinarily large, and the temple occupies a large area, and if he wants to dig out of the sand dunes, unlike digging a cellar, he needs to dig up all the sand covered on it.

Fortunately, the sand was not covered deeply, and through the efforts of Fangzheng's master and apprentice, the entire main hall and the dry and dead Bodhi tree in the front yard were finally dug up in the middle of the night.

Looking at the Bodhi tree that died again, Fang Zheng gently stroked its trunk and said with a smile: "Old man, you are dead and alive, born and dead, and the cycle of life and death alternates, I'm afraid you won't really become a sperm in the future, right?" Don't worry, I'll bring you back to life. ”

Before dawn, Fang Zheng and others finally dug out the temples before and after, when Fang Zheng opened the dilapidated gate, a ray of sunlight also pierced the horizon of the sand sea, shining in the temple, the dilapidated old temple also seemed to come to life, a little less cold moonlight, a little more color and brilliance, the sun went all the way down, shining on the monk who opened the door.

The monk was dressed in an ordinary shabby monk's robe, with sand and dust on his head and clothes, but his eyes were extremely bright, which made people subconsciously ignore the dirt on his body, and only felt that he was a little clean and did not eat the fireworks of the world.

This scene saw that the apprentices who were still digging sand outside were in a trance, as if their master's supernatural powers were still there, as if the tattered monk's robe on his body was still the moon-white monk's robe that was forever dust-free......

"Although the master has no supernatural powers, the artistic conception is still there, and the spirit is higher than the physical body, so everyone will ignore the dirt on his body and only see the light in his eyes." The most perceptive monkey sighed.

Everyone thought so much and nodded their heads.

The smelly salted fish not only nodded in agreement.

Under the sun, the monk squinted his eyes, then smiled, stood at the door with his hands folded, and shouted to the east: "The sun is out, the disciples are working in a hurry, and the day is hot!" ”

A few apprentices who were immersed in this beautiful scenery and atmosphere suddenly rolled their eyes, and scolded in their hearts: This fucking master is too good at destroying the atmosphere, and sure enough, he is just good-looking, and his mouth still smells like a big ballast!

But soon they knew that Fang Zheng was right!

As the sun rose, the temperature of the desert began to soar, and it wasn't long before a group of people were sweating hot, not to mention lone wolves, where squirrels and monkeys stuck out their tongues.

Only the salted fish was lying on the sand basking in the sun, sighing while basking in the sun: "The taste of childhood ......"

"Master, it's too hot, is there any water?" The squirrel asked pitifully.

Fang Zheng wiped the sweat from his head, and smiled bitterly in his heart, he forgot the most critical thing, he had everything in this temple, but there was no water!

Before, he drove a classic car around in a big circle, and as far as the eye could see, there was no water at all.

Just when Fang Zheng was worried, the little squirrel ran to the door, opened a big mouth, and spat out a mouthful of sand......

"Ding! Cleaning task completed......"