Chapter 160

The four of them sat down. Zhitong had already recovered the mysterious monk's appearance, and his expression was indifferent, as if everything was under control.

The voice was not urgent or slow, and said faintly to waste: "waste, as early as when the teacher ordered you to help Xiaofei cure, Du Juan had made a great wish. If Xiaofei's condition improved, he would rebuild the golden body for the Buddha."

Idly and quietly stared at Shifu, thinking that Shifu had made great efforts to get girls. Unexpectedly, he didn't forget to take credit for the treatment, but well, for the sake of the future Shiniang being a rich woman, let's recognize it.

"Now that Xiao Fei's illness has healed, it is naturally the time to fulfill her wish. Therefore, if you waste your time, you will work hard and put on a golden body for the Buddha." Zhitong's tone was faint. His narrow eyes didn't look at waste, but looked at the cuckoo.

Naturally, the cuckoo quietly threw a wink at him, and immediately made Zhitong's bones crisp.

It's not happy to waste. It's nice to say that. Help the Buddha put on a golden body, but is this work so easy?

The Buddha's statue is more than a foot high. Climbing up and down can be half dead.

This is tolerable, but the problem is that the dust on the statue of the Buddha has accumulated several inches thick, which is very difficult to remove.

So he protested and shouted, "master..."

Zhitong, however, laughed and interrupted his words: "waste, it's so decided. I think you're very happy to wear gold clothes for the Buddha. After all, this is the highest honor of a Buddhist disciple!"

In such a speech, his eyes looking at the waste are full of threats: "waste, if it's for someone else, I don't trust him to do it, but you are Xiaofei's benefactor, so this glorious mission of zero distance contact with the Buddha is handed over to you!"

After saying this, Zhitong just turned around and left, leaving no chance to refuse in vain.

Seeing Zhitong go, cuckoo naturally follows her. When she walks past the waste, she owes her body slightly and says with gratitude: "waste master, Xiaofei has been praising you. These days, she has been shouting to come and see you. Moreover, she doesn't want to go to school recently, but she has to attend the 'show the most beautiful voice' hosted by satellite TV. Please advise her for me."

These words are urgent and fast. They don't react until they are wasted. The cuckoo's people have gone far behind Zhitong.

Seeing them go away in an instant, only Meng Fei and himself are left in the meditation room. It's really silly to waste time.

He was about to turn around and chase after him, but Meng Fei called and grabbed him, affectionately shouted, "brother wasted, let me help the Buddha put on gold clothes with you?"

"Idle brother?" I feel a little confused. In the twinkling of an eye, I changed from uncle to brother?

This generation is falling a little faster, isn't it?

However, he didn't have time to study these carefully, but groaned with a puzzled look: "this is the golden coat for the Buddha. There's nothing. How can I wear it?"

"Brother wasted, my mother has told me. The prepared gold paint is in the trunk of the car, and it has been prepared. Just brush it directly." Meng Fei has a child's mentality. She feels funny about this kind of thing, so she tightly pulls her to waste, for fear of wasting without her.

"Wipe! Is that all right? " Idleness is really speechless to his best master.

I'm afraid no one can think of this kind of shoddy person wearing gold clothes for the Buddha except his own best master.

I really didn't become a family with cuckoo, so I already know how to save money.

And even this labor is free. It's really a good abacus!

Idleness could not help but roar in my heart: Buddha! Hurry to accept your best master who helps outsiders calculate your disciples!

The thick white cloth wrapped around his nose has completely turned black at the moment. It looks shocking.

On my head and body, the whole is a thick layer of fly ash. I wasted my depression. I really have no bottom for socks. Don't mention it!

At the door of the main hall, there was a beautiful face that stretched out from time to time to look in. Although it was also wearing a mask, it was very clean, that is, the hair that was easiest to see the fly ash was as bright as new.

But her voice is sweet, and she has been encouraging waste: "waste brother, come on, I knew you could do it!"

Just now, she looked at the dust in her wasted hands sweeping behind the statue of Buddha, and quickly retracted her head back.

Outside, he still didn't relax: "brother, you are the best. Remember to clean up the Buddha's head!"

"That is, waste. You must serve the Buddha well. This is the way to increase merit." Zhitong and Du Juan had arrived in front of the hall at some time. They looked at the dusty hall from a distance and cheered for the wasted time outside.

Cuckoo frowned apologetically and gently pulled Zhitong: "master, is this really good? I think we should find a worker to do it?"

"Cuckoo, you don't need to find workers. It will cost money, and they definitely don't waste their time doing it clean." Zhitong looked inside proudly, dirty and wasted like a clay figurine, and smiled obscene.

"Ah?" The cuckoo looked at Zhitong in surprise and couldn't believe it and asked again: "master, what you said before is false? The real reason is to save money? "

"Cough..." Zhitong knew that he was overjoyed and leaked his mouth. He immediately smiled and hurriedly said, "cuckoo, of course what I said before is true. These Buddhas are dressed in gold. Only the eminent monks who are enlightened are the most suitable. Therefore, idleness is not only my true legend, but also Meng Fei's life-saving benefactor, so he is the most suitable candidate."

With the shadow just now, cuckoo looked at him suspiciously, but there was a touch of doubt in her beautiful eyes.

Zhitong quickly changed the topic: "cuckoo, I still have a pot of good tea there. Why don't we wait while drinking."

In the main hall, he finally cleaned the statue of Buddha by dyeing his gray monk's clothes black. Then he jumped down, lay down on the spot and threw away several layers of thick cloth covering his nose that could not be distinguished from color.

Then he took a long breath: "I was really killed by my master. This work is really not done by people!"

"Hey, hey..." just when he was complaining, Zhitong was tasting tea with Du Juan in the meditation room. Seeing their ambiguous and intoxicated appearance, they really enjoyed it.

However, Meng Fei, a little girl, although she had shouted very tired, when she saw idleness lying on the ground at will, she still held a white and fragrant handkerchief and handed it to idleness's eyes: "idleness brother, wipe it."

Idly shaking his head, he didn't want to move.

Meng Fei seemed to think for a while, but then she suddenly squatted down and helped waste wipe the fly ash on her face.

“……”

Idleness was immediately surprised and inexplicable.