"Hey, Master. Bukong stretched out his hand to support the temple gate, and hurriedly stepped into the temple gate with one foot, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, how long has it been since we met." ”

"Do you know that we haven't seen each other for a long time?" Mi Tuoshan squinted his eyes slightly, as if smiling, and the temple door began to close when this sentence fell.

"Stop, stop, Master, alas, Master. The half-faced body that was not empty had already squeezed into the temple gate, and he refused to go out again, muttering to Mida Mountain with a bitter face.

Stretching out his hand and shuddering on Bukong's forehead, Mituoshan made a silent gesture: "Be quiet, aren't you afraid that your two junior brothers will knock you out of the temple gate with a Zen staff?"

Rubbing his head, he really didn't say anything more, and looked around the temple with his head that had probed the temple gate.

Seeing that there was no one coming, Bukong showed a little disdain: "Master, how many years have you been here, why do you still love to make such jokes with me." ”

"Let's say, today in the imperial capital, it is not you who is doing it with others, and the poor monks can see it clearly in this temple. Mida Mountain glanced at it twice, but still did not let go of the palm pressed on the temple door: "Win or lose." ”

When Bukong heard this, his eyebrows immediately fluttered, and he raised a thumbs up towards Mida Mountain, pointing to the tip of his nose: "Master, do you think that your senior disciple can casually lose to an old gelding dog?"

"Well, that's pretty much it. Mituoshan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and let go of half of his body.

Bukong immediately squeezed out a smile and slowly moved in towards the temple gate. There is still some apprehension in my heart, don't squeeze the wine gourd, don't mention how bad this old monk is, it's better to be careful.

When the whole body stepped into the temple gate, Bukong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the old monk didn't find anything wrong with him, otherwise he would definitely have been reprimanded.

"Did you carry the poor monk behind your back and secretly drink again? and kill people?" When Mida Mountain spoke, the two eyebrows that fell down were slightly raised, revealing his extremely stern eyes.

"Master, what nonsense are you talking about? "Entering the temple gate, standing in the temple, not empty, as if relieved, gently waving the sleeves, where is there still uncomfortable outside the temple gate.

As if seeing that Mituoshan's eyes were a little unkind, he pouted his lips and gently leaned to Mituoshan's side, and gently bumped Mituoshan with his shoulder: "Alas, Master, my trip was not in vain. ”

Bukong stretched out his hand from his sleeve and shook it lightly in front of Mituoshan's eyes, and then he let go of his fist and let Mituoshan look carefully.

But I saw that I was holding a handful of broken silver in my hand, which was not much, but it was enough for ordinary people to spend for several months.

"Even if you know current affairs, you still remember such a master as a poor monk. Mida Mountain immediately put away the other meanings in his eyes, only a few traces of joy remained, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to put it on his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the silver coin had disappeared.

"Master, I've been tossing around in the Imperial Capital City for a day, and I haven't eaten your meal for a long time. "Not empty, rubbing his stomach, he looks like an ordinary child, begging for snacks.

may have seen through the empty mind, Mida Mountain shook his head: "Go, go, you know how to fool the poor monk." ”

Mituoshan looked up at the night sky, remembered some old things, and couldn't help sighing. It's a pity that time flies, and after the past, there is no going back to the past.

In the temple, there is no light, all by the moonlight, can barely see, two monks, one holding a wooden stick, the other holding a broom, quietly approached the temple door, carefully looked at it for a long time.

The slightly older monk saw that the person who entered the temple was also a monk, he hurriedly sniffed and muttered to the little monk beside him, "It's senior brother." ”

"Senior brother?" he asked quietly, and hurriedly squinted his eyes, carefully looking in the direction of the person who came.

Maybe I'm a little young, the last time I saw Bukong, I didn't remember the appearance of Bukong, but I still have some impressions, there are few people in the temple, and the figure of Bukong has always had a place in his mind.

Finally, after carefully observing for a long time, the figure in the distance was able to match the black shadow in his impression, so he hurriedly ran out and ran towards Bukong, shouting as he ran: "Senior brother." ”

The broom in his hand has long since disappeared.

Hearing the voice, he also saw the figure running over, looked up, and hurriedly opened his arms: "No, you kid, this has grown so big." ”

He couldn't raise his head, which had already hit Bukong's arms, and hurriedly blinked: "That's not it, senior brother, you've been gone for a few years, you go out again this time, and when you come back next time, maybe I'll be as tall as the second senior brother." ”

Bukong rubbed his head, shook his head with a smile, but his eyes glanced at the impure body that was slowly coming in the distance, stretched out his hand and beckoned, signaling him to go faster.

Seeing Bukong, he still remembers his junior brother, and he is a little happy, but after all, he is sensible, and he is not young, his feet are faster, and he is close to the front of Bukong, but he is extremely obedient to the rules, first he is polite, and he is a Buddha.

slapped the impure shoulder, and then hugged him into his arms: "Your kid's diapers are all changed by Lao Tzu for you, and you come to this set with Lao Tzu, is it taught by the master, how can you ...... it?"

Halfway through his words, Bukong seemed to remember that his master seemed to be standing behind him, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Hmph!" Mi Tuoshan snorted coldly, but there was some softness in his eyes, and even as if there was some wind and sand in this night, he quietly wiped a few times, and then reprimanded sharply: "According to what you say, I am the Xingjiao Temple, you can be the host." ”

He pouted and didn't dare to answer, but he hugged the two juniors and walked towards the hall.

People are iron, rice is steel, and when you enter the temple, you must have eaten fast before talking about other things.

was able to win such favor from the two junior brothers, most of which was because he was not empty in the rivers and lakes, there were countless new things, and he could talk endlessly to the two little monks.

You can't be young and don't know much about those things in the early years. But Bujing understands that in the past few years, the last time he left Bukong, he talked about all the strange things that Bujing couldn't listen to day after day, and until now, he can't recite them backwards.

When he entered the hall, he was not idle or idle, and he was not pure and could not be two junior disciples, so he gathered around him and listened to his constant chatter, which was very interesting than the scriptures that the master said.

I saw the senior brother's personal narration again, and I did understand some truth, but I couldn't hear it a little more clearly this time, I kept rolling my eyes, and sometimes let out a few suppressed laughs.

Standing in the courtyard of the temple, he sighed slightly, put one hand across his chest and the other behind his back, looking into the dining room and listening to the whispered words inside.

At his age, the four are naturally empty, and he can't disturb the heartstrings, but as a person, he has a human touch, and the four are empty, so it is impossible to really have the four big empty after all.

None of his three apprentices were raised by him, and he taught them all the skills. When he was young, he was also a little arrogant, which caused the embarrassing situation that he is in today.

Now it's good, as long as he doesn't return to the temple, he is very relieved, it is a relief from the heart, and it is a relief to be able to watch the three apprentices gather together, laughing and talking.

I don't know if he thought of the past again, he actually stood in the courtyard and was distracted for a long time.

The voice of the hall stopped after a while, and after eating the fast, he wiped his hands on the monk's robe, and then rubbed the heads of the two junior brothers, which were not clean and a little subtle, so he squinted his eyes and looked at his senior brother pitifully.

"Senior brother, you don't want to talk about anything outside. Can't mumble quietly, big eyes blinked hurriedly.

"Well, the old rule, tomorrow I will take you to make the master unable to find us early in the morning, we have to prepare the rice balls tonight, and we will come back tomorrow night, and I will explain to you when the time comes. Bukong pinched the bridge of his nose and said.

"Okay, big brother. He couldn't reply in a hurry, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, for fear that the sound would be too loud and attract the master's attention.

Mida Mountain still thinks about the past, and he didn't notice that Bukong was already standing by his side, and Bukong gently carried Mida Mountain's shoulder with his shoulder, this shoulder is still warm, but unfortunately there are only bones, and it is very bad.

Then he said, "Master, do you remember those things again?"

"Where there is. Mituoshan turned his gaze, did not look at Bukong, but turned to the side, stretched out his hand and hurriedly rubbed his eyes, only then did he dare to turn his head and look at Bukong with a smile.