Today, Cheng Hui has done many things to surrender his identity.

First, he came to Houshan to look for Fang Zhongjin, in fact, he himself knew in his heart that the hungry people in front of the mountain gate would not be his doing.

After that, he told this kid about the recent strange things one by one.

Under Fang Zhongjin's combing, he finally gradually came out of the "authorities fandom".

Now Fang Zhongjin's kid actually asked him if he wanted to give him a move?

If so, where will the face of the abbot go?

In the end, Cheng Hui took a deep breath and said, "Master Fang, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

Fang Zhongjin thought it was funny, but he wouldn't talk to Cheng Hui about this bit of talk, so he only said: "The idea of the people behind the scenes is to wait until your Shaolin Temple is exhausted and you are tired of running for your life.

How long can the rice grain in the Shaolin Temple last now?"

Cheng Hui ignored this question, his heart moved, and the words that came to his mouth did not come out.

Although he has no evidence to prove that Fang Zhongjin is related to this incident, he cannot prove that he is not related.

If you can easily tell him the key that the Shaolin Temple can support for a few days, and he happens to be the internal response of the people behind the scenes.

Wouldn't that hand over the life of the Shaolin Temple by hand?

When Fang Zhongjin looked at him, he knew that Cheng Yan still didn't believe him.

In fact, he had been at loggerheads with Abbot Chenghui for so long, just to make the old monk feel less suspicious of himself in his heart.

Seeing Fang Zhongjin smile suddenly, he showed a mouthful of white teeth and said, "It's okay, the abbot doesn't have to be so detailed with me."

I'm assuming it's going to last ten days, how?"

Master Cheng Hui was shocked: This kid guessed so accurately, could it be that he had already figured out the bottom of Shaolin?

Cheng Hui also knew that this was his "neighbor's suspicious axe", this kid was always unexpected, so that Cheng Hui couldn't let down his guard against Fang Zhongjin.

As the abbot of Shaolin and a generation of grandmasters, so many twists in Chenghui's heart will never be easily shown on his face.

If it is an ordinary person, it is natural that he will not be aware of it.

But Fang Zhongjin learned the "art of matching people" from Lu'er, and the most subtle expressions of people are not like crying and making trouble, they are fleeting and cannot be concealed.

Just by relying on the clear eyeballs, Fang Zhongjin knew that he had guessed correctly.

But this is not the time to show off, Fang Zhongjin only didn't know, and continued: "Since the people behind the scenes bought all the rice and grain around Songshan, they couldn't eat it or transport it away in just a few days. If it is thrown away in vain, it will cause people to rush it.

So he only has two ways, either a fire to clean up. Or find a few huge granaries and stock them up.

If Shaolin has some friendship with the government, you can inquire about any places that are inexplicable during these days, and it must be a fire!

If not, congratulations. Most of them are stored somewhere. When the time comes, you just need to send Shaolin monks to quietly investigate, where is the big warehouse that has just been rented by outsiders recently. Then most of it is hidden with rice. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Zhongjin made a gesture of reaching forward and grabbing it and continued: "There are many martial arts masters in Shaolin Temple. When the time comes, as long as you sneak attack overnight, carry the rice out. You don't have to worry about running out of ammunition anymore!"

The loose flesh on Cheng Hui's face trembled. He knew that Fang Zhongjin was right, but they were all from Buddhism, so what was the difference between doing this and stealing?

His concerns fell in Fang Zhongjin's eyes, and he persuaded: "Master Chenghui is the abbot of Shaolin and the grandmaster of the middle generation of martial arts.

Didn't you kill anyone when you resisted the Yuan Dynasty? Why are you pretending to be here now?"

Cheng Hui's face shook again, he knew that what Fang Zhongjin said was true. In fact, Cheng Hui has a shrewd temperament, and although he has been abiding by the rules and precepts for many years, he is not an old stubborn who does not know how to change.

Seeing that he nodded as if he had made a decision, he said, "Thank you for the suggestion, I will send the monks in the temple to go down the mountain to investigate." ”

Speaking of this, he frowned again and sighed and said, "I don't know if I can find out if I can find out if I can find out if I can be sure before the Shaolin rice grain is exhausted." ”

Hearing this, Fang Zhongjin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you want to explore how big a realm?"

Cheng Hui was stunned when he heard this question, and said, "How much land does Master Fang think he should explore?"

Fang Zhongjin smiled and said, "The abbot is a smart person, and he has already sent his disciples around to buy rice grain, isn't it." ”

Cheng Hui nodded and said, "Yes, the disciples sent by the poor monk have visited a wide range of places. It's a pity that you can't buy rice noodles everywhere you go. ”

The implication is that there is such a vast area where rice cannot be bought, so the scope of hidden rice is probably even larger than that.

Fang Zhongjin nodded and said: "The people behind the scenes sent their men to go down to so many places to search for rice and grain, since it is to deal with Shaolin, then they must also be stationed near the left side of Shaolin Mountain, watching Shaolin's every move all the time."

And in order to facilitate the transfer, the rice and grain he collected from around Shaomu Mountain must have been quietly sent to the foot of Shaomu Mountain.

I said that the abbot might as well search at the foot of Mt. Shomuro while he was looking around.

If the large warehouse where the rice is stored is really at the foot of Mt. Shaomuro, then the abbot does not need to break the precept and carry the rice back.

All you need to do is destroy the walls of the warehouse, and the hungry people outside the mountain gate will naturally go down the mountain to grab rice.

This is killing two birds with one stone, and at the same time solving the two problems of Shaolin being surrounded and running out of ammunition. ”

When Cheng Hui heard this, he already knew how to deploy.

He has been in charge for decades, and his planning skills are far more proficient than Fang Zhongjin.

It's just that Fang Zhongjin's speculation is really wonderful, and it is unexpected.

He carefully hid his look of admiration and said, "Amitabha." Master Fang Xiao has made a great merit this time!"

Fang Zhongjin smiled and said, "What is this, you will have to encounter problems in the future." It's not too late to come to me then. ”

Cheng Hui's heart moved. He has never been able to fully trust Fang Zhongjin.

This son said that he would still encounter problems, was this son speculated, or did he have something to do with someone behind the scenes?

Or maybe he is the one behind the scenes?

At this time, Cheng Hui was already exhausted, and he didn't have the time to speculate in detail.

He could only go back quickly and call the monks with better skills in the temple to one place.

Then form a team of several of them, and arrange the next tasks of each team in detail.

After listening to the abbot's words, these monks were all amazed, and said in their hearts that the abbot deserved to be the abbot, and they came up with a countermeasure so quickly.

In fact, they don't know that these countermeasures were all thought up by a young man who is behind the back.

As for these Shaolin Temples, they each received a task to sneak down to Shaomu Mountain at night, and soon after, someone really found a mountain of rice grain in a large warehouse at the foot of Shaolin Mountain.

This is really blessed by the Buddha, and the Shaolin Temple demolished the wall of the rice warehouse that night.

A load of rice was neatly stacked, and the Shaolin Temple cut down a few large bamboo frames, and the white rice poured out like water.

After doing all this, the monks rushed back to Shaolin in the starry night, only to wait for the next day when the villagers found rice all over the ground.