Is the little monk enlightened today?

The prison house has changed again, and the abbot upholds righteousness and disregards the last wish of the previous prison house, so he is reduced to a sweeping monk, and he is not allowed to enter the hall of the Buddhist temple to worship gods and Buddhas within a year.

Of course, his immature management style is one aspect of his dismissal. On the other hand, Mi Fan is his most beloved disciple, a happy pet raised since childhood, and no bullying is allowed!

Mi Fan cooked a table of dishes for the master, and the head chef Mi Wu and Wei Na Mi Mu also served on the side. They also suggested that Mi Fan could be competent for the position of the prison house. He is also old this year and can already be managed by him. The business of the temple is over.

"No." The abbot put down the bowls and chopsticks, stroked his beard and said, "I have something more important to do for him."

Kongmu asked curiously: "Master Yunyou, did you encounter any strange things?"

The abbot nodded, but he didn't want to speak any more. The two apprentices folded their hands together and stopped asking any more questions.

The vegetable garden is the source of food for the temple. Mi Fan often comes here except to tease the cats and dogs. Most of the vegetables in the garden are planted by him.Years of wars have been raging on the border of the Western Regions, and food and clothing have become a problem for the people in this area. The temples have no money for sesame oil, and they will open their doors to distribute food on weekdays. If they rely on sesame oil alone, many disciples will starve to death.So more than ten years ago, the abbot would bring back some books on planting grains after traveling for the monks to learn and practice.After several years of hard work, it is basically self-sufficient.

The little novice who spoke for him yesterday just joined the temple half a year ago. He is about the same age as Mifan, and Mifan is usually very kind to people, so he often comes to help.

"Little uncle, did you hurt your knee yesterday? This is my usual bruise powder, and the effect is very good."

Mifan is pulling weeds for the newly sprouted vegetables. As soon as spring comes, the grass will burst out of the soil like crazy, almost covering the vegetables.He raised his head and said with a smile: "No need to stop being angry, I just knelt for half an hour, and it didn't hurt at all."

"Does it really not hurt? Last time I recited the Buddhist scriptures wrongly, I was punished by the head seat for two hours. I was still covered with a futon. When I got up, my knees were almost swollen."

Mi Fan said in his heart, you are different from me, I have practiced martial arts, even if I am cut by a knife, it is just a matter of frowning, kneeling for half an hour is not worth mentioning.But his master told him not to publicize that he knows martial arts since he was a child, even his senior brothers Mi Wu and Mi Mu didn't know about it.

"Little Martial Uncle." Jie An suddenly leaned over and said in a low voice, "In two days it will be...it will be my birthday."

"Really? You're going to be a year older again."

"I used to be in the tribe, and my mother would prepare a bowl of five-vegetable soup for me on this day. I haven't had it for a long time. Can you make me one?"

"What's the problem then?" Mi Fan stood up and washed his hands, his knuckles swam in the water, almost pulling Jie Chen's eyeballs so that he couldn't move.

"What kinds of vegetables are in the five vegetable soup? Are there any in the garden?"

"It doesn't need to be exactly the same, just get five together."

"it is good."

Although his age is not much different from that of the junior uncle, but in terms of height, the junior uncle has the advantage, and now he has to look up at him.

"Little uncle, the abbot called you to his meditation room." A disciple walked into the vegetable garden and said to him.

"Quiet anger, I will leave this work to you first, and I will come back after seeing the master."

"Okay, little uncle."

After he left, Jie An asked, "What is the abbot looking for from the little uncle?"

The disciple who notified him scratched his head: "Could it be that Master hasn't had enough yet?"

Abandonment:  …

Mi Fan trotted to the outside of Master's meditation room and knocked on the door a few times: "Master, can I come in?"

"come in."

The meditation room is not big, and there are some simple wooden products, but a god Buddha is placed in the most conspicuous place. It is said that it is the master's handicraft when he was young. In this year, the wood has been wiped until it shines slightly.

The abbot got up from the futon, Mi Fan saluted, and the two masters and apprentices faced each other, and after a while they made strange movements at the same time.

"An old monk."

"With the little monk."

"Treading the track path,"

"Through the old hill."

"Oh shit."

"Hey!"

The abbot held a pair of scissors hands, and Mifan stretched out his five hands.

"Oh, it's the first time I lost to Master."

This is a small game that the two masters and apprentices have loved to play since they were young. Mifan has never lost in boxing games. This time he lost to himself, the abbot knew it well, and his face couldn't stop being happy.

"Master, have you seen anything interesting in the past six months?"

After making tea, Mi Fan clasped his hands together to hear some anecdotes.

"Want to hear? Say what the two masters are happy about."

"Master is a little fatter, a little shorter, and his beard has grown a little. Is he a little bald under the hat like the little miscellaneous hair?"

"..."

Mi Fan laughed harmlessly to humans and animals.

He is not good at acting wild in front of others, so he can only expose his true nature in front of the master.

"As a teacher, there is indeed something that you need to do."

"Although the master said, I will definitely not do it if it is dangerous."

"..."

The abbot really wanted to cover his face, because some of the quack knowledge he taught him would be used by him one day.

"Master, why don't you speak?"

"As a teacher, I was so prevaricated by you that I couldn't speak."

Mi Fan hurried over to beat his legs and rub his shoulders, and the abbot slowly got down to business.

"The teacher wants you to go to the Central Plains to find something."

"Where is the Central Plains?"

Mi Fan grew up here, and he has never left half a step, let alone the Central Plains, even the nearby small villages have only been there once or twice. what the hell.

The abbot stroked his beard and fell into deep thought again.