The river temple is small, with only five small monks, an abbot, a deacon, and a class leader.
The abbot doesn't care about anything, he only meditates in the meditation room every day, and occasionally a pilgrim with a head and face comes to receive him personally.
The deacon and the head of the class, one inside and one outside.
The temple is small, the monks are few, but it is also well organized.
Two little monks fetching water came in from the back door with a bucket of water, and under the porch, the head of the squad held his hands in his sleeves and his face was expressionless: "Why have you been there for so long?"
” The little monk Minghui accompanied him carefully: "Looking back, there are villagers lining up in the spring water of the back mountain, and the disciples dare not compete with the people, so they wait for a while, so they are late." ” It was reasonable, and the head of the squad no longer asked, but commanded: "Carry it to the abbot's courtyard." ” "Yes."
The bucket of water was carried by the two little monks and swayed, splashing and spilling into the abbot's courtyard.
Under the corridor of the abbot's courtyard, quietly.
After putting the bucket down, it was the deacon monk who came out of the meditation room.
He was tall and thin, and his robes seemed to fit ill, and he was worn empty.
"Let's go down."
Waving his hand and waving back to the little monk.
The two little monks clasped their hands together and withdrew silently.
One after the other returned to the back kitchen, another little monk was preparing the evening meal.
It's just some vegetarian dishes, but it also looks delicious.
"Senior brother, I, I have a stomachache, I'll come when I go."
Minglang, one of the little monks who carried water, suddenly covered his stomach and pulled his face in pain.
"Minglang, what's wrong with you?"
Minghui was heartbroken: "Did you eat the wild fruit by the spring?"
I told you not to be greedy. ” "No, no."
Minglang turned around and left.
Minghui was concerned: "I'll help you go." ” The two of them have always been lazy, but the little monk who was busy with dinner in the kitchen didn't care, just pouted at the same time.
Turning the corner of the corridor, there was no one around, Minghui and Minglang glanced at each other, hiding and rushing to the abbot's courtyard.
"The river temple is small, and there are pilgrims coming and going every day, so they can only hide people underground."
Minghui calmly analyzed.
Minglang nodded: "Moreover, the entrance must be in the abbot's meditation room." ” "How do you lead people to the meditation room?"
“…… How about setting a fire?
” "Good idea."
The bucket of water in the abbot's courtyard was gone.
The meditation room is exceptionally quiet.
Suddenly, thick smoke rose from the northwest corner, and a little monk shouted in a sharp voice: "Go to the water, go to the water." ” The fire is getting stronger and stronger by the mountain wind.
The abbot's meditation room sprang out of the deacon monk, looked at the fire in the northwest corner, calmed down, pinched a trick with his fingers, and chanted words in his mouth, and soon the dark clouds came, and in a blink of an eye, the torrential rain was like a splash.
"Damn, the old boy has two brushes."
Minghui, who was hiding in the shadows, whispered.
"Don't panic when there's a fire, so how do we sneak into the meditation room?"
"Find another way."
"What's the solution?"
"Dinner?"
Dinner was ready.
The little monks are the same as the abbots and deacons, there is no difference.
Minghui Minglang suddenly grabbed the dinner plate with a smile and wanted to send it to the abbot's house.
This matter was not their business, but they couldn't stand their enthusiasm, so they had no choice but to send it away.
When I arrived outside the door of the meditation room, I respectfully reported first.
After a long time, the deacon came out with a cold face, took the plate, and raised his chin: "Go." ” Chase people again!
It seems to be very well guarded!
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But the stricter the defense, the more famous the ghosts.
Minghui and Minglang met and discussed, and decisively: "Without further ado, I can only break through." ” "You take the lead."
"Why me?"
"You've fought with them before.
Knowing their tricks, you can delay a little longer. ” “…… All right. ” Minghui looked around and quickly pushed the door to enter.
But the door would not be pushed.
"You're still a mountain god, it's stupid."
Ming Lang sneered: "There is an enchantment in the Zen room, are you really hard?"
” "I'll go, didn't you warn earlier?"
"I thought you knew?"
"Okay, okay, don't say it, be careful of being heard by them."
I have heard it.
The deacon monk flashed out, looked at the little monk of the tree demon, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
” "Huh?"
Minghui also wanted to make up a lie, but Minglang next to him revealed: "He is the god of Fengshan Mountain." ” Minghui glared at him sadly, stretched out her hands, revealed her true face, and shouted: "I'll fight with you." ” He rubbed himself and jumped forward, swung his fist at the head of the deacon monk, but halfway through, he changed his move, rolled short, and disappeared into the ground.
The deacon monk sneered: "Mountain god?
” He shook his hands, and his fingers swelled more than three feet, black and black.
One hand defends the mountain god, and the other hand grabs Minglang.
Who knows, the mountain god changed his tricks halfway, and actually hid underground, and his black pointed fingers fell into the air.
Minglang is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he is still standing still with a smile.
It wasn't until the black-tipped fingers stabbed him that the deacon monk realized that he had been deceived.
It turned out that what he pierced was not Minglang, but an old stump, the stump flashed blue, and the vine branches grew wildly, wrapping the fingers of the deacon monk to his arm impenetrable.
"You, who the hell are you?"
The deacon monk was secretly shocked: Do you have to capsize in the gutter?
Minglang blinked idly: "Who I am, let him tell me."
With that, he jumped into the meditation room.
"Stop!"
The other of the deacon monks quickly elongated, and there were jet-black flashes of light that swished towards Minglang.
The mountain god came out with a serious face, flashed to the back of the deacon's head, and cut off his arm vigorously.
"Hiss~" The deacon monk felt pain.
However, one of his hands was entangled by the vines, and he couldn't get out at all, and the other hand had just dodged a few black spots, and he was a little embarrassed that he couldn't let go of his hands. was attacked by the mountain god from behind, and the deacon monk was angry: "Fengshan God, you are also a mountain god, and you actually did the secret sneak attack, do you want face?"
” The mountain god was right: "When the three of you beat me, do you want face?"
” "You are a mountain god, embarrassed to compare with us?"
The deacons and monks will be pleased with him.
The mountain god has no skin and no face, and laughs haha: "I'm embarrassed." ” The three demons beat him a little mountain god, saying that they would go to the sky, but they ignored it.
The deacon monk moved his hand, and the mountain god quickly jumped behind him, proudly: "I see how you catch me?"
” The deacon monk sneered, and his body began to shrink, and the wide robe fell to the ground, and the vines fell loosely to the ground.
"I'll fight!"
The mountain god jumped up and struck hard at the deacon's shrinking body.
With a 'buzz', the deacon monk turned into a palm-sized moth with green eyes and released venom at the mountain god.
"I'll rub it."
The mountain god will not transform, so he can only hide in Tibet.
The moth didn't bother with him, turned around and flew towards the meditation room.
The mountain god came out again, his palm turned into light, and slashed at the moth.
When the moth turned his head angrily, the mountain god hid again.
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In short, when the moth wanted to enter the house, the mountain god came out to beat him, and when the moth wanted to pounce on him and fight with him, the mountain god hid again.
This game has been like this, cycle after cycle, and the moth can see that this is the mountain god's stupid way to delay himself.
It doesn't go on like the mountain god anymore, it's determined, and it starts to release poison without a goal.
When the mountain god hid, it rushed back to the meditation room.
"Damn, you're too cunning, aren't you?"
The mountain god's body moved, and he also jumped into the meditation room.