In order to escape the war, the villagers were very anxious when they came out, and they didn't have any bedding at night.

There happened to be a large pot in the Taoist temple, and when Ning Shi smelled the fragrance and walked over, the pot had just been brushed clean.

The middle-aged Taoist looked reluctant, muttering non-stop in his mouth, and he couldn't hear what he was saying, but the work in his hand didn't stop.

The pork has been chopped, the green onions and ginger are cut into pieces and put into a large iron basin, put some spices that are the only in the Taoist temple, and stir well. Put lard in the pot and fry the bottom of the pot, add water, the fire is surprisingly strong, wait for the water to boil, put the winter melon and cabbage, and then the middle-aged Taoist began to quickly squeeze a large pot of meat filling into small meatballs.

Simmer.

The refreshing taste of winter melon, the fragrance of cabbage, coupled with the tender meatballs, and the thick layer of fat in the cauldron, the whole Taoist temple is full of rich fragrance.

Cutlery is definitely not enough.

There is not enough bedding to sleep on later.

Xia Pingfan was a little worried.

Then his master went out of the door, walked quietly, came back quietly, no one knew where he went, anyway, when he came back, there were a lot of warm beds and quilts in the Taoist temple, and enough tableware for the villagers.

Ning Shi couldn't believe his eyes, and he was sure in his heart: "This middle-aged Taoist is not simple, a proper master, or the kind of very high person, it is really a person who cannot be seen, and the sea water cannot be measured." ”

Ye Qingniao took the porcelain bowl in his hand, looked at the bottom of the bowl, and dragged Ning Shi: "Look, these bowls seem to be from Tzu Chi Temple." ”

The bowl is made to order.

There is a mark on the bottom of the bowl.

Ning Shi glanced at the quilts again, well, although the names were not written, but if you look closely, you can see that most of them are also quilts from Tzu Chi Temple.

Ye Qingniao said quietly: "This middle-aged Taoist wouldn't have robbed the Tzu Chi Temple, right?

Ning Shi thought for a moment, and then said, "What should we do? What should we do? We are not monks, what kind of leisure do we have to do for monks." ”

A quarter of an hour ago.

Tzu Chi Monastery, which was closed behind closed doors, welcomed an uninvited guest.

A middle-aged Taoist climbed over the wall and entered the temple, but no one noticed it, and he didn't even perceive it. You must know that the mountain has just been closed and the door is closed, and he is not ready to sleep for this night, and he has to keep an eye on the entire temple.

But he didn't keep an eye on it.

The middle-aged Taoist naturally walked around the temple, he first went to the fasting room, packed all the tableware in the Tzu Chi Temple and threw it into a sachet around his waist. Coming out of the fasting room, he went to the meditation room where he slept and rested, and after searching the meditation room after the meditation room, no monk found him, not even the meditation room in his arms, and hundreds of quilts disappeared out of thin air.

Come quietly.

Go quietly.

Take everything you feel you can use.

Nothing was left for Tzu Chi Temple, not even a piece of old ginger was left behind: "Didn't you close the mountain and close the door? Then close the mountain and close the door, no quilt cover to see if you are cold, no utensils to see what you take to eat." ”

Leaving with the snow and coming back with the snow, the middle-aged Taoist asked Xia Pingfan to send a quilt and a quilt to the villagers in person. A drop in the ocean is a Taoist method, or it is better not to show it in person, it is too troublesome to explain.

The most important thing is that the middle-aged Taoist is not good at saying those polite words, in his own words: "It's too hypocritical, I can't open my mouth, the master is old, and the long-faced thing is done for the apprentice." ”

After delivering the quilt, Xia Pingfan hurriedly ran back to the kitchen.

Squatting on the kitchen floor, Xia Pingfan wanted to speak and stopped, of course he could see that these things were taken from the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside, and after enduring it for a long time, he said with some hesitation: "Master, this is not good." ”

The middle-aged Taoist lifted the lid of the cauldron and looked at the fire: "What's wrong?"

Xia Pingfan: "You shouldn't steal things. ”

Stealing?

When the middle-aged Taoist heard his apprentice's words, the balls he had just picked up were directly burned to his mouth!

Middle-aged Taoist: "You said that the master stole things?"

Xia Pingfan: "Hmm. ”

The middle-aged Taoist: "Master is very sad." ”

Xia Pingfan: "That can't steal anything." ”

The middle-aged Taoist: "Okay, Master asks you, does Tzu Chi Temple collect incense money from ordinary people all year round?"

Xia Pingfan: "That's right. ”

The middle-aged Taoist: "Did the things in Tzu Chi Temple be bought with these incense money?"

Xia Pingfan: "How do I know." ”

The middle-aged Taoist: "Master just knows, since it was bought with incense money, can these things be understood as the villagers' own." ”

Xia Pingfan: "It seems to be ......"

The middle-aged Taoist: "Look, isn't this right, the master just helped them get back their own things, where is this stealing?"

Xia Pingfan: "Strong words, you are always reasonable!"

Middle-aged Taoist: "If you don't say that I am a master and you are an apprentice, you are a master if you are reasonable." ”

The middle-aged Taoist tasted the meatballs, cabbage, and winter melon, and finally nodded.

"That's it!"

"Out of the pot!"

Ning Shi, who had just finished helping Xia Pingfan with the quilt, turned around and slipped back to the kitchen, and as soon as he entered the door, he said, "It's so fragrant, can you let me taste it?"

Spring Night has long become Ning Shi's follower: "I want to eat too." ”

Ye Qingniao followed: "And me, Xiaofan, the dishes cooked by your master are so fragrant, I drool, I really envy you, there is such a good master." ”

Chen Yusheng nodded vigorously: "Your master is awesome." ”

Lin Zhuheng also said: "Your master is kind-hearted, and everyone admires it. ”

Lu Yan had been standing at the door, not coming in, and plucked up his courage several times before saying, "Master Daoist, you, will you do a ritual?" ”

There are too many things happening tonight, the snow is too big, and Lu Yan doesn't like to talk.

It wasn't until this time that everyone remembered that there was still his sister's body hidden in the bamboo basket behind Lu Yan.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Lu Yan standing at the door, the boy was standing in the snow, standing straight, his waist was not bent at all, his eyebrows and eyes were very transparent, very positive: "Dharma things......?

Lu Yan shook his head vigorously: "I don't mind, I don't mind, Master Dao is willing to do it, Lu Yan is already very grateful." ”

The middle-aged Taoist put down his chopsticks and wiped his hand on the Taoist robe: "Your name is Lu Yan?

Lu Yan: "The cold is strict, my grandfather gave it." ”

The middle-aged Taoist nodded: "Good name." ”

When passing by Ning Shi, he patted him on the shoulder: "You little glutton, don't be in a hurry to taste it, first bring it to the villagers, let them eat some meatball soup to warm their bodies, tell them that there is Chinese medicine in the soup, drink the soup clean, and drive away the cold." ”

"Don't waste it. ”

"It's expensive. ”

Ning Shi grinned: "Cheng, I'll leave this job to us, you can take a look." ”

"Out of the pot!"

"Rice!"