Fang Zhongjin looked at the rickety old monk by the small mirror lake.

Seeing this, Hong Ji sighed and said, "This is our Uncle Chenghui." When he was young, he was proficient in Buddhism and discerned the meaning of the scriptures, and he was a senior monk admired by everyone in the temple.

It's a pity, hey, I broke the vows. Repeat offense, that's ......"

"Okay!" Hong Ji was halfway through speaking, and Hong Du interjected: "Why are you guilty of tongue karma!"

Hong Ji was shocked when he heard this, and he hurriedly closed his eyes and closed his eyes, reciting words in his mouth, and he didn't know what scriptures they were.

Hong Du looked at Fang Zhongjin with a sharp single eyelid again, and said, "Take care of yourself, it's your turn to carry water!"

Fang Zhongjin smiled contemptuously, then put down the twelve buckets on his shoulders and went to the lake to get water.

Hong Du said in his heart: No matter how arrogant you are, when you reach this point, you should know that you are smart.

I'm going to see how you pick up twelve buckets.

I saw Fang Zhongjin rearrange the twelve buckets neatly and use two bamboo poles to wear them separately.

At this time, Hong Du's smile was even stronger, and suddenly he looked at Fang Zhongjin incredulously.

I saw this person use one finger to draw two lines on each end of the bamboo pole.

A few carved horizontal lines immediately appeared on the bamboo pole.

To use his fingers to leave traces on the bamboo, Hong Du asked himself if he could do it with a try.

But it is not easy to be as light and clever as Fang Zhongjin.

He hung the iron handle on the bucket to a few notches, and stooped down to carry two flat poles to his shoulders.

Zhu Biantan ate the weight of six buckets, and the two ends immediately bent.

Originally, Hongdu was waiting for this moment. As long as the bamboo pole is bent, all six buckets will inevitably slide down.

Then Fang Zhongjin's self-made cleverness will inevitably fall over like water in a bucket and flow all over the place.

But he didn't expect Fang Zhongjin to draw a dent on the flat shoulder so that he could fix the bucket.

Look at him again, he picked up two bamboo poles and walked a few steps. Although the bamboo pole is bent at both ends, it does not break.

I thought that Fang Zhongjin found the direction when he carved it, and he didn't destroy the structure of the bamboo flat shoulder, and he could withstand the pull of six buckets at both ends.

Hong Du came back to his senses, closed his mouth and snorted angrily: This is just the first hurdle!

After that, there are still difficulties, to see if your whimsical idea can be realized.

It's just that Hong Du followed closely behind Fang Zhongjin, but his face became whiter and paler.

He originally thought that it would be impossible for one person to carry twelve buckets of water for long anyway.

But Fang Zhongjin seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Two flat poles, twelve buckets, and a steady Mount Tai on him.

Although the mountain road is high in front and low in the back, the flat shoulder is always level.

What's more, Fang Zhongjin was carrying twelve buckets of water, and he was walking like a fly.

Hong Ji and Hong Du followed behind him, but they had to use their internal forces and speed up their pace so that they would not be left behind.

Hong Ji wiped the sweat from his head and praised: "Brother Fang is really strong in internal strength! He can do this at a young age, I'm afraid he is not much weaker than our master." ”

Hong Du snorted coldly when he heard it. But he also had to agree with Hong Ji's words in his heart.

Originally, he thought that after Fang Zhongjin fell from the realm of internal force release, he should only be stronger than them.

Now it seems that although the three of their brothers were ordered to guard Fang Zhongjin, their strength was far inferior to him.

Thinking of this, Hong Du tightly squeezed the eyebrow stick in his hand, and unconsciously pinched his knuckles until they turned white.

The master handed over such a burden to himself, even if he spared his life, he couldn't let Fang Zhongjin leave the temple easily!

The two followed closely behind Fang Zhongjin and climbed along the mountain road all the way. It didn't take long for me to return to the Hall of Introspection.

This introspection was that the two young monks on duty in Tang Zhong had already come back so soon when they saw Fang Zhongjin.

There were still twelve buckets on his body, and he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

And the two uncles who followed him, one smiled and was honored, the other had a dark face and frowned, and he didn't know who he was angry with.

The two didn't dare to slow down, and hurriedly checked thousands of times.

The twelve buckets of water that Fang Zhongjin carried were really full, and he wanted to come all the way very steadily.

The surprise in the hearts of the two monks was even greater. One person hurriedly found twelve bamboo sticks, and Hong Ji walked up with a smile with the bamboo basket just now.

The young monk respectfully placed the twelve bamboo sticks into Uncle Hong Ji's bamboo basket. watched the three of them carry water to the backyard.

One of them looked up at the sky, and it was still midday, and this Fang benefactor was twelve buckets of water back and forth.

Once you go up and down the mountain, you can fill 500 buckets of water in one day!

The two monks looked at each other for a long time, and finally made up their minds to be more polite to this Fang benefactor.

If nothing else, just rely on the ability of the donor, he is worthy of their respect!

After Fang Zhongjin poured twelve buckets of water into the vat, he went down the mountain with twelve empty buckets non-stop.

This time, he was already familiar with the situation. Although the mountain road is rugged and difficult, it is like shrinking ground at the foot of Fang Zhongjin.

Hong Ji and Hong Du followed closely behind him, not daring to relax for a moment.

They are not like Fang Zhongjin who has a heavy burden on their bodies, Rao is like this, they are also quite tired from running back and forth all day.

I saw that on this trail, Fang Zhongjin and the three of them kept going back and forth, until they got up from the sky, ran to the mountain breeze, and the twilight was getting thicker.

The bamboo basket in Hong Ji's hand is also getting heavier and heavier. As Hong Ji moved, the bamboo chips in the basket pushed and made a crackling sound.

Seeing that they went up the mountain this time, it was the forty-second time. And 500 barrels of water is enough.

Hong Ji's heart was light, and Hong Du's face was heavy.

Fang Zhongjin's foot strength is still fast, not much slower than in the morning.

This scene was clearly seen by the two people hiding behind the pine forest.

These two people are none other than the Shaolin abbot Cheng Hui and the flood in the meditation hall in the morning.

Although the two monks can be called "old monks", in fact, Cheng Hui is more than 30 years older than Hong Yong.

However, Hong Yong studied Buddhist scriptures all his life, and his martial arts did not end at the point.

So he looked old, but the abbot looked more radiant.

Cheng Hui looked at it for a while, didn't look back, and said to Hong Yong: "This young man has such a tough heart. If you don't fall into the devil's way, you really have a rare talent. What a pity!" he sighed.

Hong Yong hesitated for a moment and tried to say, "What Uncle Shi said is true. However, the teacher and nephew had tested this young man in the morning, and saw that he had a deep understanding of the teachings of the Dharma scriptures.

Could it be that we didn't expect it, maybe he wasn't some Demon Gate Murder Star?"

Cheng Hui immediately turned his head and warned with a stern face: "The more fierce stars of the Demon Gate are like this, the more intelligent and close to the demons.

It is not difficult for them to be able to interpret the Buddhist scriptures. You must not be fooled!"

Hong Yong immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, not daring to have any other thoughts.

Cheng Hui continued to look back at Fang Zhongjin's distant back, sighed and muttered, "This kid has undergone such a trial, and he can't arouse the seeds of rage and mania in his heart.

Is it still necessary to write on the word 'love'?"

An idea slowly emerged in the old monk's mind, thinking about how to proceed.