Chapter 295

The old monk broke off the beef and gave it to the rhubarb dog. He raised his hand and threw the ground beef into the courtyard. It was by no means an old man in his eighties who could make it. The wolves in the yard rushed to rob. The wolves had more meat and less meat. Some wolves didn't even grab it at all. They bared their tusks and stared at the people in the house.

Old bean scooped up the stick in the pot with a spoon, poured the porridge into the tin bucket, carried it outside and poured it into the stone trough, and the wolves rushed up to fight for food.

The four people in the room were stunned. They had heard of raising dogs and cats, but they had never heard of raising wolves. The old man was really strange.

But the wolves refused to go after licking the stick noodles porridge. The old man was angry and got up and went out: "beast, I have fed you. Do you want to eat my old bone?"

There are all kinds of wonders in the world. The old monk is also pedantic. He even reasoned with the wolves. Fang Qi and Miao Miao looked at each other to see if the old monk planned to read a scripture with the wolves to influence them.

As soon as the old monk entered the yard, the wolves immediately dodged and didn't dare to get too close. The old monk said, "big wolf, get away without you! They are my guests. Don't be rude! "

The big wolf with white eyebrows sobbed and seemed to bargain with the old monk.

The old monk shook his head and said, "greed will end in disaster. If I'm not in the temple tomorrow, will you starve to death?" Waving behind him, Lao Dou threw the remaining pieces of fire. The old man didn't even turn around and reached out to catch them. Several pieces of fire were sandwiched together, torn in two, forty and sixteen and scattered.

Fang Qi looked silly. The fire was like a brick. How much strength did it add up? The old man tore it into pieces and fed it to the wolf so easily. Lao Dou is not simple. His master is even more awesome!

After several wolves finished eating, they finally sobbed with satisfaction, jumped over the broken wall and disappeared into the dark.

Miao Miao poked Fang Qi: "the old man knows Kung Fu, very powerful!"

The two staff members were stunned and flattered: "master, you are really an expert! Great! "

However, the old monk ignored them and said to Lao Douzi, "take them to the village to rest and come back to do their homework with me."

Look at the wolves in this broken temple. If they sleep here at night, they may become a wolf's night. The four obediently followed Lao Dou to the village below.

Miao Miao and Fang Qi were arranged in a family that seemed to have a good family. At least the courtyard wall of the family didn't collapse. They patted the door and said to the old man in an old fur coat, "village head, I have two guests in my temple. Please stay overnight and leave tomorrow."

The old man saw that it was Kong Ming: "come back, Cheng. Come in. You can come in and sit down."

"No, my master asked me to do my homework."

The old man bolted the door and led them into the house. The house here was made of stones. Even the roof was covered with stones and grass. There was an old lady with a headscarf: "is it monk Kongming?"

"Well, boil water to wash the guests' faces and feet and let them sleep in my house." He asked them to sit down, found two disposable paper cups, poured water, and served peanuts, melon seeds and pancakes. "We don't have anything good in this poor corner. My son and daughter-in-law go out to work."

There are many poor places in the valley. Fang Qi is the people in the valley. Naturally, he knows the truth that one side of the landscape feeds one side of the people. "Sir, I'm also in the valley. It's not better than you. Go out and find the right way."

The old man shook his head and refused Fang Qi's cigarette. "I'm not used to smoking. I have a cigarette bag." Pick up the cigarette bag and smoke.

Fang Qi asked the origin of the old monk in the temple. The old man smoked, "Hey, he was a bandit in the mountain earlier. At least he was a little bloody. He protected our village. Later, he became a monk in the temple."

"Oh," Fang Qi finally understood. The monk is a bandit. It's not rare to have kung fu. Those who could be bandits in their early years had no real skills and were slaughtered by others every minute.

After washing his feet, he went into the old man's son's room. The cleaning inside was quite fresh. Newspapers were pasted on the wall and ceiling. Getting into the quilt, Fang Qi pillowed his head and listened to the dog barking and wolf howling outside. Miao Miao fell asleep quickly without heart and liver.

The next morning, Miao Miao made trouble with him again: "get up quickly. The scenery outside is so beautiful."

Fang Qi got up and followed Miao Miao out of the yard. The village head's house was quite high. At a glance, he could see the mist like Tulle floating in the gully below. Fang Qi saw more of this scene. Miao Miao took photos with a camera and took a group photo with him.

Aunt greeted them to dinner. Breakfast was sprinkled with pickled vegetables, stick noodles, porridge and white flour steamed bun. Miao Miao probably ate this kind of meal for the first time and called it delicious.

The old man and aunt hehe were happy: "you are a city baby. Eat more if you are delicious. City people like to eat this. They say it's healthy food. "

Lao Dou came to them and gave the old man everything by the way: "village head, master and I are going to go. We can't use these things. There are still some things in the temple. You can move them if you can."

The old man was surprised: "where are you going? Never come back? "

Old bean nodded, "well, this guest asked us to go to their side. A big temple is already being built there and there are many people." After all, after living in a place for decades, the old lady shed tears, and the old man took out a bag of millet: "your master is willing to take this." The old lady also took out a bag of peanuts and brought them to him.

Miao Miao took Fang Qi's hand and ran up the mountain. "Let's go and have a look at the castle on the top of the mountain."

There is a small path behind the temple, which leads to Chenggu on the top of the mountain. When we get to the foot of Chenggu, we feel that this special mountain is really not small, extremely steep and stands on the top of the mountain. It looks like a beacon tower from a distance.

Climbing up from a stone gap in the sky, it turned out that it was full of broken stones and low walls. Obviously, there was a house here.

When they heard something moving on the top of the stone, they were surprised. Are there still people living on it?

As soon as he took two steps, he suddenly jumped on a rhubarb dog and barked at them. Then his tail shook wildly. It was the dog in the temple for a long time.

The yellow dog turned around with them and saw that there was a big stone field in the middle of the city. The old monk in the temple was practicing kung fu on the field. Even Miao Miao couldn't help cheering loudly: "great! Good Kung Fu! "

The old monk accepted Shi Zi, folded his hands and saluted: "Dharma protector, female Bodhisattva, how dare you get up so early?"

Fang Qi saw that he was bony and wearing only a coarse cloth monk's clothes and asked, "old monk, why do you call me to protect the Dharma like Lao Douzi?"

The old monk smiled: "what is it that you protect the sacred things and return home instead of protecting the Dharma?"

"Er," Fang Qi was not satisfied with this statement, "did old bean tell you?"

"The little monk has practiced Buddhism all his life. Although he can't say how, he can feel the existence of holy things."

This answer was not satisfactory either. Miao Miao didn't think it was lively enough and said, "deflate, you fight with the old man and see who's powerful?"