Fangzheng swept the monastery. Usually, a group of disciples would report to him when he returned!
But this time, why did Lone Wolf, Monkey, and Red Boy come? Where was Squirrel?
Fangzheng surveyed his surroundings and didn't see the little guy. He frowned and asked, "Where's Jingkuan?"
"Master, I'm here!" Squirrel cried out and jumped down from the tree. However, this time, he didn't naughtily jump onto Fangzheng's shoulder. Instead, he landed on Lone Wolf's head. His large eyes darted around furtively, but he didn't dare look at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes. Why did he find those tiny eyes so familiar?
Fangzheng looked at Squirrel as Squirrel looked up into the sky …
Fangzheng looked at the others. Monkey stood there with his head lowered. He did not say a word. Lone Wolf looked at Fangzheng with an adorable look. It was as though he was a silly dog that did not know a thing. Red Boy pretended to tidy up his tiny monk robes.
Salted Fish stood beside Fangzheng and looked around. He chuckled and said, "Reverend, with my countless years of experience in reading people, it seems like someone …"
"It's getting late. This Penniless Monk is hungry. Jingxin, is dinner ready? "Fangzheng suddenly said, interrupting Salted Fish.
Squirrel, who was a little anxious when he heard Salted Fish's words, immediately shouted. "It's done! We're just waiting for Master to return to eat! "
"Okay, let's go." Fangzheng nodded, as though he had no intention of pressing further.
The disciples exchanged looks as Salted Fish tugged at his whiskers and came in front of Squirrel. He chuckled and said, "Little guy, with my years of experience, I'm telling you that no matter what you did, it's best to admit it quickly."
Squirrel immediately hesitated when he heard that.
After Salted Fish said that, he put his fins behind his back and walked off leisurely like an ancestor.
Squirrel looked at Lone Wolf, Monkey, and Red Boy. The three of them gave him a look that said, "Do as you see fit." Then, they left.
Fangzheng entered the backyard, and his eyes swept the yard like a scanner. The present Fangzheng was no longer the Fangzheng of the past. His memory far exceeded that of an ordinary person. Although his eyes couldn't see through things, he could see everything clearly. With a single glance, everything in the backyard appeared before his eyes. Then, he compared it with the things in his memories …
However, there were indeed no changes to the backyard. Therefore, Fangzheng walked into the kitchen and scanned it again! Fangzheng's eyes suddenly lit up as they landed on the stack of bowls! One Finger Monastery wasn't rich in the past. Although it had some incense money now, Fangzheng never spent it wantonly. He had always felt that, apart from solving the problem of his livelihood, the rest of the money was just dust to dust, dust to dust. It was better to go back to where it came from. What was donated by the common people should benefit the common people. Therefore, even though One Finger Monastery had some spare cash, Fangzheng never thought of adding too many luxuries to One Finger Monastery.
Even the additional tables, chairs, and benches were carved by Fangzheng bit by bit.
As for the pots and pans, they had always used the batch that Zen Master One Finger had passed down. That batch was not rich either. There were only seven bowls, three plates, and two big bowls! This was the business of eating and drinking in One Finger Monastery.
However, when Fangzheng swept his gaze over, he realized that one of the seven bowls was missing! Thinking back to Squirrel's sneaky expression, Fangzheng was instantly enlightened. So that was the reason!
Fangzheng pricked up his brows. He planned on directly telling the little guy that it wasn't a big deal to shatter a bowl, but it wasn't right for him to hide it! But at that moment, Fangzheng was suddenly stunned.
Shattering a bowl?
Why did this scene look so familiar to him? At that instant, something deep in Fangzheng's memories was pulled out. His dusty memories also began to become clear!
It was an autumn day more than a decade ago. At dawn, a tiny figure carrying a school bag secretly ran out of One Finger Monastery's entrance. Then, he sneakily glanced at One Finger Monastery. After confirming that no one had seen him, the little guy ran off …
After reaching the foot of the mountain, Fangzheng, who had been acting like a thief, heaved a long sigh of relief. He eagerly went to school.
However, Fangzheng didn't know that on the mountaintop, an old monk was smiling at Fangzheng as he descended the mountain. In his hand was a huge bowl that had been shattered!
To most people, bowls were not rare items. They were worthless, and if they were broken, they would just shout, "Peace be upon us!" Then, everyone would smile happily and forget about it.
But in One Finger Monastery, bowls were no ordinary items. They were used for food!
Fangzheng had never been a worry-free person from a young age. Originally, One Finger Monastery had twelve bowls. Zen Master One Finger had once chuckled and washed the bowls while saying, "These are the twelve Guardian Guardians of our One Finger Monastery! With them around, we won't starve! "
In the end, the twelve Guardian Guardians were killed one by one by the little ancestor. Zen Master One Finger had sighed more than once. "What sin did This Penniless Monk commit? To raise a little ancestor that destroys temples! "
Now, there were only two who were still struggling at death's door. Now, another one had perished.
Zen Master One Finger looked at the bowl and felt his head ache. How was he to eat dinner?
In a blink of an eye, a day passed. In the evening, Fangzheng stood at the foot of the mountain and dawdled. He wished he could take ten steps at a time.
He did not know that this scene was seen by Zen Master One Finger. However, Zen Master One Finger had no intention of rushing him. All he did was wait quietly on the mountaintop.
Time ticked by. No matter how slow Fangzheng walked, he was still walking. Finally, he arrived at the mountaintop. He peeked his head through the monastery's door and secretly looked around. After confirming that no one was looking at him, Fangzheng heaved a sigh of relief and sneakily walked in. Just like that thief!
He circled to the backyard and the moment he entered, he heard the door close behind him!
"Master, have you eaten?" Fangzheng looked at Zen Master One Finger who was standing behind the door. His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Zen Master One Finger pointed to the kitchen. "Go eat."
Noticing that Zen Master One Finger did not look angry, Fangzheng hurriedly ran in. However, he still felt guilty. He believed that Zen Master One Finger had not noticed him shattering the bowl. Feeling a little flustered, he sat by the stove and fiddled with it. In a moment of carelessness, he dropped the bowl in his hand!
At that instant, Fangzheng felt his head buzz. He had no idea what he was doing. He felt like the sky was collapsing and that he was doomed!
Just as Fangzheng was hanging his head down, waiting to be beaten, a broom reached over and swept the bowl away. Zen Master One Finger did not say a word. After sweeping the bowl away, he walked out.
Fangzheng was puzzled as he asked, "Master, aren't you angry? The twelve Guardians are dead. "
Zen Master One Finger said, "I'm angry."
"Then why didn't you hit me?" Back when Fangzheng was younger, he had suffered quite a number of beatings. The slaps on his buttocks still stung when he thought of them.
Zen Master One Finger said, "You have grown up and know reason. Why would I hit you?"
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