Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng asked with a smile without changing his expression, "Master, what is the meaning of this?"

The swarthy monk who had talked to Jiang Cheng earlier was taken aback, and then he noticed the other two porridge bowls on the table, which were brought by another monk.

"Junior Huicong, don't mess around." The dark monk scolded with a straight face.

Compared with the dark monk, this monk named Huicong is much weirder. He is surprisingly thin, dirty all over, an old monk robe is full of patches, and he doesn't care when he is reprimanded. , I just stood there grinning silly, looking like I wasn't smart.

Different from that silly look, Monk Huicong's eyes are surprisingly bright, he is gesturing clumsily with his hands, "Hey, eat, eat, you are here together, if you come together, you should... you should be together Eat, hehe..."

Fatty saw that Monk Huicong's snot was dripping into the bowl, and he complained in his heart that he didn't know who was smart enough to give Monk Huicong such a dharma name, isn't he just a joke?

Seeing this scene, the swarthy monk couldn't hold back his face anymore, but he still persuaded him in a good voice: "Junior Brother Huicong, those benefactors are in the west wing, and they are not here. Don't mess around. Since you have eaten the fast meal, go outside." , Brother will take you to cultivate merit later, okay?"

Hearing the words of cultivating merits, Monk Huicong frowned, then wiped his nose with his sleeve, picked up the bowl and ran away immediately, singing nonsense: "Come together, hey... hey, we're not here Here! Not here!"

After sending away Monk Huicong, the swarthy monk smiled apologetically at the two of Jiang Cheng, clasped his hands together, "I'm sorry, two benefactors, although my junior brother looks crazy, he is pure-hearted and has no malice, even our abbot Praise him for his clear eyesight, given time, he will gain great insight, and he will be able to see the true meaning of the world."

"All dharmas are about cultivating the mind, and crossing the catastrophe is also about cultivating. Although Master Huicong is limited by his skin, an exquisite and pure heart is the most rare thing in the world." Jiang Cheng said sincerely as he watched Monk Huicong leave.

"It's really rare for a benefactor to be so enlightened." The swarthy monk saluted Jiang Cheng again.

"Dare to ask Master Dehao?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Don't dare, go up to wisdom and down to virtue."

Jiang Cheng nodded with a smile, "It turned out to be Master Huide, I'm sorry. I heard that Master Huiqing said that we were rescued by a group of people to go to your temple."

"It's like this. At that time, the two benefactors fell off the cliff. Fortunately, another group of benefactors passed by. My Buddha is merciful. It is also the opportunity for the two benefactors. They should not die." Master Huide put his hands together, looking very devout, "Amitabha , good and good.”

"It seems that I have a predestined relationship with Guibaosha." Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Where are the benefactors who saved my life and my friend's life now? Could it be convenient to go and thank you?"

"The other team of benefactors live in the West Wing, benefactors please."

After saying this, Master Huide was about to leave, but was stopped by Jiangcheng: "Master Huide, please stay, and may I ask who are your benefactors?"

Seeing that Huide hesitated a little, Jiang Cheng smiled naturally: "After all, he saved my brother and I's lives, so it is only in accordance with the rules to prepare a suitable gift."

"Gift..." Monk Huide looked Jiang Cheng up and down, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like he could take out a gift, nor did the fat man next to him.

But Jiang Cheng didn't care about these, but pretended to be mysterious and patted his pocket, the one with the cell phone.

I don't know if Monk Huide understands it, or doesn't care much at all, just nodded, "Two benefactors, please be at ease, those benefactors are passing businessmen, they are very kind, they brought the two benefactors here last night Knocking on the door and going to the temple is hard work."

"Thank you, Master Huide."

After Huide left, Jiang Cheng sat down slowly, and the fat man held the porridge bowl in his hand with a bitter face. It is no exaggeration to say that this is a small handful of miscellaneous grains thrown in the bowl of water, and the clear surface can reflect the porridge. The figure comes.

The two fat men drank up the "porridge", and then took Jiang Cheng together to the place where the porridge was distributed to ask for another bowl of porridge, but unexpectedly, the monk who distributed the porridge refused.

"This little master, just a bowl of clear soup with little water, I can't get enough to eat, please do me a favor, and give each of us a bowl, just this time, okay?" Little monk eating porridge.

But the little monk seemed to be polite, but in fact there was no room for negotiation, "You two benefactors, this is the rule of the temple. Each person can only eat one bowl of porridge per meal."

The fat man was not happy when he heard it, and although he didn't take it seriously, he still yelled: "You guys treat it too differently, you monks can eat whatever you want, and we can only have one bowl per person?"

The little monk folded his hands together towards the fat man, "Please forgive me, this temple has always been poor, even if there is extra incense money, it will be distributed to the poor people nearby. The monks do not lie, and it is the same for anyone who comes to this temple. The monks in this temple are still benefactors, even if the emperor comes in person, they still eat a bowl of porridge."

"You..." The fat man choked on the little monk half to death.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng pulled him away, and the two of them put down their empty bowls and walked out of the dining hall. On the way, the fat man kept complaining, saying that this little monk can only talk big words, and that the emperor can only eat a bowl of porridge when he comes, shit! If the emperor really came, the abbot could come out and cook two meat dishes for the emperor himself. If he was in a good mood when he caught up with the emperor, he might even reward him with two cups of wine on the table.

Jiang Cheng frowned when he heard the words, "Buddhism is a precious place, so be careful in your words and deeds."

Hearing this, Fatty's stomach growled again, his mood became more and more bad, and he shouted: "Why, I'm not right?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, but finally found no reason to refute.

But at the same time, he was more puzzled by another thing, "Fatty, have you seen the appearance of those monks?"

The fat man said angrily: "I saw~www.wuxiamtl.com~ all of them are big and three thick." Just after saying this, the fat man's eyes changed, as if he had suddenly reacted, "Yes, these people drink up immediately Porridge, with just a few grains of rice in it, how did it grow so strong?"

Recalling the body shape of the monks in the temple, several of them could wrestle with him. This is not something that can be eaten with clear soup and little water.

】

According to Master Huide's guidance, they finally found the West Wing Room. The scale of the entire temple is larger than expected, and it is conservatively estimated that there is no problem in accommodating several hundred people.

Walking forward, before knocking on the door, the wooden door was opened with a "squeak" and the room was relatively dark, except for a red candle burning on the table.

With the faint light, Fatty Jiangcheng saw 8 people in the room, besides the middle-aged man who opened the door, there were 4 men and 3 women.

"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man blocked the door, frowning.