Fragrance Returned

The old monk took off the rosary beads from his wrist and turned them around, his face became serious.

"Amitabha, yes means right and wrong means wrong. Everything should return to its true nature. How can the sky be called the sun, the beam be called the pillar, the dragon be called the phoenix, and the flower be called the tree. This is without distinction between right and wrong, and God will not allow it, and it will eventually cause harm. People harm themselves. Amitabha."

The old monk was a little angry, and he spoke in an upright and awe-inspiring manner, very much like a senior monk.

Ding Xiang also understood that if she didn't return to her true nature, she would harm others and herself.

She had no way out.

Ding Xiang bowed again and said, "Thank you, Master, for your advice. But there are some things I can't do, so I would like to ask Qiu Wangzhi for help. There are some things that are difficult to explain clearly, so I want to borrow Master's words... Can it be done?"

The old monk said, "It's not up to Lao Ne to decide whether Don Qiu helps or not. That's a matter between the young benefactor and him. However, Lao Ne believes in the little benefactor's character, so it's fine to occasionally borrow from Lao Ne. But Lao Ne has been in trouble recently. It tastes light and hot, so the little benefactor asked for ice cream, snowballs, and flatbreads to be delivered several times."

It means that he has no objection to Qiu Wangzhi's help, and he can lend his mouth, but he must always pay respect to delicious food.

Ding Xiangzuo bowed and said, "Thank you, master. I will make it regularly and have it delivered."

The thing was done, but she didn't feel much joy. I wonder how her life will change after the truth comes out.

Ding Xiang took out the totem of the dream in the dream again, "Master travels all over the world, have you seen this pattern?"

The old monk took a look, lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha, I seem to have talked too much."

Ding Xiang followed suit and said, "I can also make a luxurious version of ice cream, which is even more delicious."

The old monk shook his beard and said, "Let's taste the ice cream first."

Ding Xiang didn't dare to ask any more questions and talked about Ding Pandi's injury.

The old monk said, "The recovery is very good. At this level, it will take less than a year to recover. The purple snake slough is precious, so you can just wipe it once every five days. The donor met the little donor because she was lucky, otherwise it would take a year The backhand will be useless, and your life will be dead in two years.”

The old monk drank all the tea in the bowl in one breath, took out a piece of snowball from the food box and ate it, glancing out the window.

This is a farewell.

Ding Xiang saw that the old monk had lost his patience. She will personally deliver the ice cream tomorrow to see if she can squeeze in some words from another angle.

Tomorrow is the 26th, so I have to postpone going to Tao Mansion for class one day.

Ding Xiang stood up and said goodbye. If she rushed to eat fast, she might even meet Qiu Wangzhi.

When I went out, I saw the little monk and Feifei having a great time.

The little monk stood up and asked Ding Xiang, "Feifei always opens his mouth wide and supports the poor monk. What does it mean?"

Ding Xiangfei glanced angrily and said with a smile, "It's begging for something delicious from you."

The young monk touched his bald head and said, "Sorry, I don't have anything Feifei wants to eat here."

Dingxiang secretly thought that it was a good thing that there was no food here that Feifei wanted, otherwise he would have come to see the young monk when he was angry. This place was much further away than the Sun Mansion.

They left the monastery, and Ding Zhuang and others came over. First we went to each main hall to worship Buddha and Bodhisattvas, and then we went to the Zhaitang together.

Ding Xiang hugged Feifei tightly, fearing that it would fly out and catch birds to eat.

This little thing is still useful.

Ding Xiang stood at the door of the dining hall and looked in. It was filled with rectangular tables. A table can seat ten people, and almost every table is full.

Looking closer, I finally saw a table with only one person sitting at it.

The man was wearing a navy blue robe with arrow sleeves and a golden crown with hair tied on his head. He was Qiu Wangzhi, and he was eating the most famous Arhat noodles of Puguang Temple.

He had a dark face while eating, like a debt collector.

No wonder no one shared a table with him.

Ding Xiang and others walked over.

"Master Qiu, can we share a table?"

Qiu Wangzhi raised his head. It was the first time he heard the word "table sharing", but he understood the meaning. Said, "Oh, please, feel free."

After that, continue eating noodles.

The young monk went to buy noodles in a very polite manner, and Ling'er and Wang Kai followed him to serve noodles.

It was agreed on the way that the young monk would treat the meal, and the account would be charged to his master.

Ding Xiang and Ding Zhuang sat opposite Qiu Wangzhi.

Next to Qiu Wangzhi were two bowls, one large and one small. The noodles inside were almost untouched, but the people were gone.

Feifei was not honest standing on Ding Xiang's lap. It was hungry and drooled looking at Qiu Wangzhi eating noodles.

It also saw the big lumps of meat in the big bowl.

The neck stretches towards the big bowl.

Dingxiang knocked its little head and said softly, "That's vegetarian meat, bean tendons, not real meat."

Whether it didn't understand or didn't believe it, it broke free from Ding Xiang's hand and jumped onto the table.

It walked over to Qiu Wangzhi's big bowl and stretched its neck to smell it. It was indeed not the meat it liked.

He stood still in disgust and called out a few times.

Qiu Wangzhi was so amused by it that he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ding Xiang secretly thought that this person might be too evil, and he didn't even show his teeth when he smiled.

It's not easy to ask him for help.

Ding Xiang stood up and hugged Feifei hard.

The little monk came over with a bowl of noodles and sat next to Ding Xiang. Ling'er brought two bowls of noodles, one for Ding Xiang and one for Ding Zhuang.

Wang started with two bowls of noodles, one for Ling'er and one for himself.

They are all Luo Han noodles, covered with sauce-colored bean tendons and green vegetables, which are fragrant.

At this time, a delicate young woman holding a little girl sat next to Qiu Wangzhi.

The young woman's attitude was very respectful, more like a wet nurse than the little girl's mother.

Qiu Wangzhi stopped eating noodles. He looked at the girl with very soft eyes and said softly, "The noodles are almost cold. Eat some more."

The little girl is more than two years old, very beautiful, wearing a pink dress and blue skirt. She is just too thin, with a pointed chin and two small hairdos.

The wet nurse picked up a small bowl to feed the little girl and said softly, "Sister, be good."

The little girl tilted her head to one side and pouted, "My face is not good."

His speech was unclear, and he said "eat" instead of "seven".

"Cuckoo."

Feifei likes children, so she breaks away from Ding Xiang and jumps onto the table.

The little girl was immediately attracted by Feifei on the table, her dull eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "Big Bird, Big Bird."

Ding Xiang knew that this child was Qiu Wangzhi's daughter, and his wife died giving birth to this child.

Almost no one mentioned Qiu Wangzhi's children.

When Qiu Wangzhi saw it, he took the small bowl and said, "When Han'er takes a bite of noodles, the bird will make a 'coo' sound."

The voice was soft and light, almost warming Ding Xiang's heart.

Because she was disobedient when she was a child, her grandfather and parents used this tone to coax her.

Especially when saying the word "gugu", it doesn't look like it came out of those two thin lips.

This kind of Qiu Wangzhi surprised everyone across the street except the young monk.

Qiu Yuhan looked at her father, then at Feifei, and Nuo Nuo asked, "Really?"

Qiu Wangzhi glanced at Ding Xiang pleadingly and said softly, "Of course it's true. When did daddy lie to Han'er?"

Qiu Yuhan's little mouth opened wide, and Qiu Wangzhi fed her a mouthful of noodles.

Lilac reached out and scratched Feifei's belly.