Fang Zhongjin got rid of the surveillance of Hong Ji and Hong Wen in the middle of the night, and finally waited for the old monk Chenghui on the path.

Sure enough, just as Fang Zhongjin expected, Chenghui, who didn't know where to hide during the day, worked hard to carry water in the middle of the night in order to complete the punishment he should receive that day.

It's just that he bribed Chenghui with bamboo chips, but in exchange for the silence of the other party.

It seems that this old monk of Shaolin Temple is not so easy to pry the ground.

In the end, Fang Zhongjin asked, "Are you very afraid of Hong Wen, how about I help you destroy him?"

Only this sentence hit Chenghui's eardrums, making him raise his head in surprise.

Chenghui hadn't spoken much to people for many years, and he opened his mouth for a long time, and finally asked vaguely, "Who are you?"

In fact, Fang Zhongjin's name is known to many monks in Shaolin Temple, and his deeds are spread in a variety of ways.

It's just that Chenghui has an embarrassing position in the Shaolin Temple. With his status as a generation, he should have enjoyed the respect of the monks in the temple.

It's just that he is guilty of sin, and the punishment of "carrying water" has consumed his thirty years of youth.

Now that Chenghui is old, this heavy punishment takes up all the time of the day.

After thirty buckets of water, it was dark.

So Chenghui didn't know Fang Zhongjin, let alone the origin of his "big devil". I thought he was just a lay disciple who had made a mistake.

Seeing that in the darkness, Fang Zhongjin, who was high above, raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "I am the Bodhisattva who came to save you!"

Chenghui naturally won't believe this.

He shuddered and handed the bamboo chip back, and said, "Don't joke with the old monk. ”

Fang Zhongjin didn't reach out to pick it up, but just stubbornly blocked in front of him and asked, "What's the matter?

Monks like Hong Ji and Hong Du, who have a high status in the temple, should be respectful when they see you.

Why should you be afraid of Hong Wen instead?"

Chenghui didn't answer, groping in the dark night to pick up the bucket again and try to bypass Fang Zhongjin.

But Fang Zhongjin's body moved slightly, and he still stood in front of the old and slow Chenghui, and said, "I am punished on this mountain every day like you.

I don't care, no matter what Hong Wen has to do, it won't hurt me. It's just that your abbot has ordered him to follow my ass every day.

As long as I am still on the mountain for a day, he will follow me to carry water for a day.

Why? Are you going to have to carry water in the middle of the night every day from now on?"

Chenghui sat on the stone steps with sad eyes, and the two buckets he was carrying shook off, and the water in the buckets immediately flowed everywhere.

I heard Chenghui say: "I am an old and useless person. Even the Buddha couldn't tolerate me.

I was just bent on getting through all the punishments, so I invited myself out of the temple to die.

Why do you all have to embarrass me one by one?"

Speaking of this, Chenghui's old and miserable face was a little angry.

Fang Zhongjin calmly waited for him to finish speaking, and then asked, "Hong Wen embarrassed you, you don't know why?"

Chenghui turned red when he was asked, and he didn't answer Fang Zhongjin anymore.

This was quite unexpected. What would make such an old red red?

Fang Zhongjin looked at Chenghui again. I saw that although he was hunched on his back, his body was quite high.

Looking through his wrinkled old face, it seems that this person should be a person with good facial features and a slender person when he is young.

A thought crept up.

Fang Zhongjin asked tentatively, "You are being punished here, but because you broke the color ring?"

This question was like thunder on the ground, which startled the old monk Chenghui.

He looked at Fang Zhongjin with a pale face, but when he thought that this young man had been with Hong Ji and Hong Du all the way, it was not difficult to know why he was punished.

In the end, Chenghui still sat on the ground and resumed to say nothing. It's just that the look on his old face is much richer, sometimes pale and sometimes blushing.

Fang Zhongjin knew that he was right. But it's quite strange, even if the old monk Chenghui broke the color ring, he is now being punished here honestly, why should he be afraid of a Hong Wen alone?

Fang Zhongjin tested this again and asked, "Are you still repeated?"

Chenghui hurriedly raised his head and said, "Absolutely not!

That time, that time was her...... Send a maid to see if I'm okay. Let's see if my old bones are still alive.

Because the Shaolin Temple did not allow female pilgrims to go up the mountain, her maid hid in Xiaojing Lake and waited for me.

The two of us had just looked at each other, and I didn't say a word, when suddenly I heard a strange noise around me.

When I woke up again, the maid and I ...... Lying side by side in the grass. She's disheveled, and I'm ......

Later, another monk from the monastery bumped into us. And they exposed me before the abbot......

I really don't know why this is happening. Speaking of this, a few muddy tears appeared in Chenghui's wrinkled old eyes.

Although he was punished by the temple, he had no regrets.

In Chenghui's heart, as long as he finishes thirty years of hard labor, he can ask Shaolin to leave the temple. After ...... with her It's okay to see each other or not to see each other.

In short, he was filthy and could no longer stay in the Shaolin Temple.

I didn't expect such a thing to happen when there were only a few months left before the 30-year deadline. 、

The time limit for Chenghui's punishment has been extended again, and there is more water to be carried.

Thinking that this kind of punishment will not be long in coming, Chenghui's old life will also be worn out.

It's a pity that the idea of looking at her again in this life and knowing if she is all right can no longer be realized.

Fang Zhongjin saw that the old monk Chenghui was on the ground, full of sorrow.

He thought for a moment and asked, "You said you don't know why." But you are afraid of the flood like a snake and a scorpion.

To put it bluntly, you know who harmed you. Right?"

When Chenghui heard this, his body trembled for a while, but he didn't dare to say a word nonsense.

Fang Zhongjin looked at Chenghui with a tiger's eye, and continued: "Xiaojing Lake is located in the middle of nowhere, and the monks usually don't visit.

If you're there at night to meet people, you won't be disturbed.

You said you heard a strange noise, I'm afraid you still have a face-to-face with someone!

Isn't there someone hiding there, but I didn't expect to be bumped into by you!"

Every time Fang Zhongjin asked, Chenghui was trembling.

Fang Zhongjin finally asked sharply: "That person is Hong Wen, right!"

Seeing Chenghui fall to the ground like mud, his face was colorless. Fang Zhongjin no longer needs to be answered.

He turned his head and said, "You take the bamboo chips." This is your reward. In the future, as long as Hong Wen is on duty, you can hide. Thirty loads of water, I'll help you figure it out. ”

After that, he left without looking back, leaving only the colorless old monk Chenghui on the dark stone path.