Ning Hongdou was once puzzled why the temple was built on the mountainside, while the Taoist temple was built on the top of the mountain.

This time, Ning Hongdou finally figured out that the temple was built on the mountainside, which was to facilitate people to worship the Buddha, burn incense and donate money. Therefore, many monks in the temple are all fat heads and big ears, and they look smiling, because they have enough oil and water to eat.

Look at the Taoist temples on the top of those mountains, few people climb them all the year round, and there is no popularity, at most it is convenient for Qing cultivation, but there is also less support, so most of those cultivators are thin and thin.

Celery is very thin.

His master is also very thin.

On weekdays, the master and apprentice both live a life of coarse tea and light food, according to celery's understanding, this time he brought the fellow villagers back to the Taoist temple without authorization, and he was lucky not to be beaten. Where would his master give him a good face, in his eyes, the master was quite picky.

Who would have thought that the master would let him take out all the vegetables in the cellar for the winter, and slaughtered the fat pig that had been raised for a whole year.

"Pork, cabbage, winter melon, what are you doing here?"

"Winter melon and cabbage meatball soup?"

"It's not the New Year. ”

"Will there be such a good thing?"

Celery was a little foggy, and then the back of the head was slapped by the master: "Silly boy, why are you stunned?

Celery is still silly and cute: "Huh?"

His master finally couldn't stand it, and leaned close to his ear and whispered: "You kid is blessed, look at this group of people, but there are a lot of good-looking little Nier, you are not small, the master has to give you a long face, and strive to find a good family." ”

Celery: "What?"

His master kicked him in the ass: "Go to work!

Give the apprentice a long face?

The middle-aged Taoist abuses his apprentices every day, when does he think about giving his apprentices a long face? If he really wants to have a long face, will he manage the Taoist temple into the current state? The broken ones are about to rot......

Of course.

The effect of sheltering the wind and snow is still good, the mountain wind finally stopped howling, and finally there was no knife-like snow cut on the face.

In the blink of an eye, the Temple of Broken Dao was full of people, but fortunately it was big enough and spacious.

Celery began to be endlessly busy.

First, I went to the cellar to bring out all the cabbage and winter melons that had spent the winter, and then went to the backyard to slaughter the big fat pig, kill the pig, bleed, remove the hair, and cut the meat...... His master shouted that it was all chopped into minced meat, and the celery was tossed.

The ingredients are well matched.

Celery was busy taking out all the braziers in the Taoist temple, burning the wood and throwing them into the braziers, and a dozen tattered braziers were put into the hall, and finally warmed up.

The dolls may be warm, maybe they are tired of crying, most of them have fallen asleep, and the villagers are healthy and healthy, and the weaker ones have begun to cough or sneeze.

In order to escape the war, everyone was in a hurry to go out, and there was no bedding to cover at night.

There happened to be a large pot in the Taoist temple, and when Ning Hongdou 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 minced and put into a large iron basin, put some spices that are only in the Taoist temple, and stir well. Put lard in the pot and fry the bottom of a pot with 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 a layer of light grease 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.

Celery 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 Hongdou 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 tall person, it is really a person who cannot be seen, and the sea water is not to be measured." ”

Hua Bellflower took the porcelain bowl in his hand, looked at the bottom of the bowl, and dragged Ning Hongdou: "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 Hongdou glanced at the quilts again, well, although the name was not written, it could be seen if you looked closely, most of them were also quilts from Tzu Chi Temple.

Hua Kikyo whispered: "This middle-aged Taoist wouldn't have robbed Tzu Chi Temple, right?

Ning Hongdou thought for a moment, and then said, "What should we do? What should we do! We are not monks, what kind of heart 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, no one found it, and even Huaizang didn't perceive it, you must know that the mountain had just been closed and the door was closed, and Huaizang was not ready to sleep for this night, he had to stare at 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 it's 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 celery to be a quilt and a quilt to personally distribute to the villagers. The Taoist method of storing sachets 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, he can't open his mouth, the master is old, and you can do it for the apprentice with a long face." ”

After delivering the quilt, Celery hurried back to the kitchen.

Squatting on the floor of the kitchen, Celery wanted to stop talking, 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?"

Celery: "You shouldn't go stealing. ”

Stealing?

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