Daoist Fang still didn't give up, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, and finally found the only way to debunk this big lie: "You said that you were born as a monk, which monk were you born to? Don't tell me it's the flower monk, he doesn't look like you at all!" Wuchan shook his head again and again: "It's not him, it's not my master, the monk who gave birth to me, that, uh." As he spoke, he froze there with his mouth open, his eyes straight, as if he had fallen into a fog of mystery and endless memories.

This is a lie, and there is always a loophole in a lie, and the loophole is that the monk who gave birth to this monk can find out the truth of the matter as long as he finds out the monk who interrogates him, or uses the monk to question the flower monk, and no Zen monk understands it. Of course, the monk was not here, and there was no way to interrogate him for a while, so the matter had to fall to another monk, the hateful, deceived ignorant children, who looked like a woman and lied!

Daoist Fang nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

Brother, don't hesitate, don't be sad, don't go on like this, just talk about it, just talk about it! Wait for me to clear the fog for you, find out the culprit hidden in the house, and give you a big understanding! Say, say quickly, the great monk who gave birth to a little monk 14 years ago.

He, yes, who!

Wu Chan said: "I don't know, my master said that the monk gave birth to me and left, and now where he went, he doesn't know, that's it." ”

Born?

Daoist Fang was unexpected, and shouted excitedly: "Impossible! Impossible! Monk Hua is lying to you, he doesn't know, hmph! I know all about this!" Wuchan was stunned, and suddenly jumped three feet high, looking even more excited than him: "You, you know? This, this, that's right! You are a fairy, a fairy woman! Tell me, the monk who gave birth to me......" As he spoke, his voice trembled, and he stepped forward and grabbed the sleeve of the fairy woman, and looked at her with great admiration and repeated questions. The monk.

There was a faint sorrow in my heart......

Daoist Fang was defeated by him again, and finally admitted defeat with all his heart: "Okay, okay, that's it, that's it, that's it!" Don't ask anymore, I don't want to play!" Wuchan refused to give up, Wuchan refused to let go, the monk in the dream was so close to him for the first time in fourteen years, just because of the big brother named Fang Yin in front of him: "Tell me, you say quickly, fairy, fairy woman, the monk who gave birth to Wuzen fourteen years ago......"

Daoist Fang's head was dizzy, Daoist Fang's heart was in turmoil, Daoist Fang said I don't know, I don't know-you don't know, who knows? Daoist Fang said that everyone in the world knows about it, and I don't know either-you don't know, you still say? Daoist Fang regretted it, Daoist Fang was about to cry, I don't know, I really don't know-you know, you know, why don't you say it? Immortal, fairy woman, please tell me and tell me to tell Wuzen!

That one monk.

What do you say this is called? Who do you blame for this? Daoist Fang was furious and pulled the corners of his clothes again and again, trying to break free, flashing those ignorant eyes, and escaping from this inexplicable world of monks. Pull it without moving! Pull it again! Don't move! Wuzen's eyes are firm, Wuzen's hand is like a rock, and he is afraid to hold him tightly, for fear that as soon as he lets go, he will lose this fairy woman given by God in an instant, and the boss who is too smart. The two were pulling and pulling together, the door opened, and another monk came out.

Daoist Fang glanced at it, and when he saw the great savior, he shouted in a hurry: "Great monk, great monk, you! Come here, tell him quickly, I don't know the monk who gave birth to him!"

And innocence!

The big monk answered, scratched his bald head, and said with a wry smile: "The little monk asked you about it, and the big monk doesn't know." Daoist Fang was stunned when he heard this, and the great monk said solemnly: "No Zen, if others don't want to say, don't ask, it's not good." Wuchan bowed his head and said yes, but he refused to let go of the corner of his clothes, and sobbed in a low voice: "Master, he, he said ......"

"Fart!"

Daoist Fang was already furious, and without waiting for the monk Wuzen to finish speaking, he jumped to his feet and shouted: "Who doesn't want to say it? I don't know at all!" Hmph, you monk don't play tricks, I don't want to eat your set!" The big monk frowned and said puzzledly: "Little donor, you don't know, how can he ask you?" Fang Daoist sneered and said: "You don't come, I don't know if he asked me, but I know that you are a liar!" The big monk smiled slightly: "Little donor, you are very smart." Daoist Fang snorted, and raised his eyebrows: "You deceived others, but you can't fool me, pretend! Pretend! Pretend! What the little monk asked, you know better than anyone else!"

The great monk was silent for a moment, and then recited in a manchurian voice: "Subodhi, if you say that there is me, then there is not me." And ordinary people, thinking that ......" Daoist Fang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and his eyes were angry: "What are you saying, what a mess! Hmph, you are an ordinary man!" The great monk was solemn, stood solemnly, and said: "Good, good, the monk is an ordinary man." Daoist Fang's face was disdainful, and he sneered: "Don't be sloppy from here, say!Who was that monk fourteen years ago!"

Strange to say, in front of this gentle and good-looking monk, Daoist Fang suddenly found the feeling of being smart and clever, not afraid of the sky and the earth, and pointed at the great monk for a while, scratching his head and smiling bitterly. It's not like that, just like the little monk who is honest and clumsy, he is at a loss. Wuzen listened blankly, Wuzen looked blankly, Wuzen couldn't understand or understand, Wuzen still pulled the corner of the clothes tightly in his hand.

"It's time to eat. The chief walked out of the room and said with a smile.

"Whoosh!" Daoist Fang only felt a bright light flash in front of his eyes, and then saw that the monk Wuzen was already standing upright in front of the dining table, lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, and reciting the Buddha's name with his palms together. came suddenly, Daoist Fang was stunned when he saw this, and his brain was a little confused for a while. The great monk took a long breath, glanced at it, and turned to walk away.

Dinner for four.

Three sat and ate, and one stood and watched.

It's delicious! It's delicious! It's not just delicious! It's salty and light, the heat is just right, the dishes are tender and refreshing, and the soup is fragrant but not greasy. The rice grains are not soft or hard, the noodles are soft and tough, and the meals are eaten together, and the taste is full of flavor. It's meatless, but it's okay, it's generally wonderful and delicious, and it's also a happy stomach. Daoist Fang added rice and vegetables and lowered his head to eat violently, and his heart was full of joy for a while, with a small abacus in his stomach, and he had already forgotten the two monks.

――This is really a good hand, I have to learn from the boss when I go back!

"Little monk, sit. Su Dao Chang smiled.

Sit without meditation, sit upright, look at the nose and nose and look at the heart, and seem to be unmoved by a table of food.

"Little monk, eat. The chief smiled.

Wuzen picked up the bowl and chopsticks, filled a bowl of noodles, and ate it seriously and unhurriedly. Bite after bite, chew slowly, eat one bite at a time, eat very dignified, and look extremely focused. Su Dao Chang laughed, shook his head and gave him a few chopsticks, and looked at him and admired: "Good monk, it's still like that, people like it!"

Su Dao Chang looked over his gaze and sighed with a smile: "Very good, very good, such a simple and well-behaved child, it is really rare! Only you, a great monk, can teach such a little monk." The big monk shook his head again and again, and said seriously: "When it comes to monks, big monks are not as good as small monks." Su Dao Chang took a bite of the dish and sighed again: "The old way is not as good, the little monk, what a little monk!" The big monk took a bite of food and smiled: "Don't say that, the little monk is a good ......."

"What a fart!" "Listen to the two of you, you and me, and boast about it like a little monk's big baby, the more Fang Daoist eats, the more unpleasant it is, and a stream of evil fire rushes straight to his head, and he is already very, very unhappy! Staring at his eyes and talking nonsense, the more he talks, the more he doesn't like words, this is obviously something in the words! You see, seeing a smart, smart, obedient and sensible obedient and sensible obedient treasure in front of his eyes, he doesn't boast about him, but he blindly talks about him left and right, and praises the little monk who is stupid and doesn't understand bullshit into a flower!

The more Daoist Fang listened, the more annoyed he became, the more aggrieved he became, and a sour feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, and he had no intention of eating and drinking for a while, losing his appetite, and facing a table of good rice and chewing wax! Daoist Fang secretly cursed a in his stomach, Daoist Fang complained to himself in his heart, Daoist Fang was not convinced by the little monk, and Daoist Fang was not used to seeing that everyone liked the little monk.

Daoist Fang was jealous.

Seeing that the title of his own obedient treasure had been taken away from the little monk, Daoist Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore, put the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and said angrily: "Hey, you two, what are you talking about!" Eat and eat, what to do with your eyebrows, and sigh for no reason! Daoist Fang couldn't rub half of the sand in his eyes, and when he saw this, he became angry and shouted: "You two are less yin and yang weird there, am I blind? Hmph! Why don't you say it? I ...... just now."

The great monk looked up at the sky and said to himself, "Amitabha, the food is good." ”

Su Dao Chang stood up suddenly and turned around: "Not bad, yes, I'll go get the wine!"

When they were young, the two drank together, and one sneered and watched.

The wine is a fruit wine, with a bright purple color and a clear and bland taste. This wine Fang Taoist priest has secretly drunk it a few times, and he is tired of drinking it back and forth, but it is not uncommon. The great monk took a sip, shook his head and said: "Put too much yeast, less green plum syrup, add more sucrose, and put less water." Su Dao Chief nodded yes again and again, deeply agreeing. The great monk took another sip, closed his eyes and tasted: "If you add some plum nectar, the wine will be sweeter and softer." The chief tasted two small sips, and said happily: "Exactly! I was going to add a little, but I don't know how much to put it, you see-" The big monk nodded, and muttered: "Ten scoops of water, half a bowl of honey, look at the brightness of its wine......"

"Monk, can you also drink?" said Daoist Fang. No one paid any attention to him. The great monk was talking, and the chief of the Su Dao was listening, and the two of them were dancing with their eyebrows, and they were talking happily. Daoist Fang felt bored, muttered a few words angrily, picked up the bowl and ate again. After a while, the two of them had already talked about cooking dishes, and the great monk pointed to it, saying that this dish is endless, this dish is light, that dish is salty, this dish is sour, that dish is sweet, this is not good, it is not good, it is useless to batch a table of good dishes!

Su Dao Chang was not annoyed, smiled and nodded again and again, only saying yes yes in his mouth, and occasionally replying to the previous sentence was also humbly asked, without saying half a word of rebuttal. Seeing this, Daoist Fang became suspicious, and he was busy pricking up his ears to eavesdrop, and he forgot to chew the food he was holding for a while. What a proud person he is, and what a capable person he is! At this time, he actually trained this monk like the third grandson, and he was like a good treasure, strange and strange, where did so many good treasures come from today?

The great monk was still nagging, and the boss was still listening humbly and seriously, making Daoist Fang confused and secretly surprised. Speculating indiscriminately for a while, Daoist Fang saw that the monk was pointing here and pointing there, and he couldn't help but be even more angry! Flower monk! Everyone is a good treasure, only this flower monk is not a good thing! This person, who eats white food empty-handed, is still picking and talking about things and talking about things, he is not polite and eyesightly, and he does not leave any face for others! It is very hateful! In addition, he also deceived the ignorant little monk, and he still did not admit to his account even if he saw through it, but he still looked so good! Hmph, it's a big one-

Flower Monk!

Daoist Fang cursed in a low voice and looked at each other angrily. Monk Hua turned a deaf ear, and then made irresponsible remarks, but his voice paused. Pretending not to hear, Flower Monk! Still pretending, Flower Monk! Can really pretend! Flower Monk! Look at when you pretend! Fang Daoist muttered and began to chant a mantra, Flower Monk Flower Monk, Flower Monk Hua Monk, Flower Monk finally sighed, scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Little donor, the poor monk has a law name, and the poor monk has a law name Lingxiu." ”

Flower Monk!

Lingxiu turned his head gloomily, and said helplessly: "Su Zhenren, how does he know-" Su Dao Chang shook his head again and again, and waved his hand, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him. Lingxiu sighed, with a sad look on her face: "Everyone calls me a flower monk, a monk is not a flower or a monk, there is no monk without me, there is no flower and no monk, why is there a flower monk?"

Flower Monk!

"Fang Yin, don't say it again. Su Dao Chang sank his face and said. Daoist Fang snorted coldly and said, "Who told him to talk nonsense, he did it himself!" Lingxiu shook his head lightly, closed his eyes and said: "The little benefactor is wrong to blame the poor monk, the monk has something to say, the monk wants to say, and the monk has something to say, it is nonsense." ”

"You still say, hmph, I don't know whether to live or die!" Flower Monk Flower Monk Flower ......"

The chief of the dormitory suddenly changed color and slowly put down the wine in the glass.

The big monk raised his eyelids, blew lightly, shook his head and smiled: "What you said is not wrong, the fault lies with the flower monk." ”

Su Dao snorted heavily, and picked up the wine glass again: "Don't pay attention to him, drink." ”

Lingxiu smiled and nodded, and the two toasted to each other.

"Little ant?haha!Little ant!" Wu Chan suddenly laughed, happily poured out a little ant from the bowl, and was amazed: "Boss, look, little ant! red, red! fun!" Boss Fang glanced over, but saw a little red ant, dizzy and crawling a few times on the table, and then moving his small tentacles, slowly passing through the gap between the heavy dishes and bowls, and crawling to the side of the chief of the dormitory.

Daoist Fang glanced twice, and felt a hint of guilt: "The little monk has no one to care about, he must be very bored, his own boss patronizes and quarrels with the flower monk, but it's a little unkind! Okay, okay, little monk, I'll play with you!" After settling down, and then looking at the little monk who was smirking at him, he was already shocked!

God!;