Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng smiled without changing his expression and asked, "Master, what does this mean?"

The swarthy monk who had been talking to Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed the other two porridge bowls on the table, which were brought by another monk.

"Junior Brother Huicong, don't be ridiculous." The swarthy monk scolded with a straight face.

Compared with the dark-skinned monk, this monk named Huicong is much weirder. He is surprisingly thin and dirty. An old monk's robe is full of patches, and he doesn't care when he is scolded. , just stood there grinning stupidly, looking like he was not smart.

Different from his stupid look, Monk Huicong's eyes were surprisingly bright. He was making clumsy gestures with his hands, "Hey, eat, eat, you guys came together. If you come together, you should... you should be together." Eat, hehehe..."

The fat man saw that Monk Huicong's nose was almost dripping into the bowl, and he complained in his heart that he didn't know who gave Monk Huicong such a dharma name. Isn't this just a joke?

The dark-skinned monk was a little embarrassed when he saw this scene, but he still persuaded him in a good voice: "Junior Brother Huicong, the donors are in the west wing and are not here. Don't mess around. Since you have already had your meal, go outside. , Senior brother will help you practice your merits later, okay?"

Upon hearing the words "cultivating merit", Monk Huicong frowned, then wiped his nose with his sleeve, picked up the bowl and ran away immediately, singing in a nonsensical way: "We came together, hehe...hehe, I'm not here." Here! Not here!”

After sending Monk Huicong away, the swarthy monk smiled apologetically at Jiang Cheng and clasped his hands together, "I'm sorry to you two benefactors. Although my junior brother looks crazy, he is pure-hearted and has no ill intentions. Even our abbot Praise him for his clear eyesight. In time, he will gain great clarity and can see the true meaning of the world.

"All methods are about cultivating the mind, and overcoming tribulations is also about cultivation. Although Master Huicong is limited by this skin, a delicate and pure heart is the most rare thing in the world." Jiang Cheng said sincerely as he watched Master Huicong leave.

"It's really rare for a donor to have such enlightenment." The dark-skinned monk saluted Jiang Cheng again.

"May I ask my master's name?" Jiang Cheng said.

"Don't dare, wisdom is superior but virtue is inferior."

Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded, "It turns out to be Master Huide. I'm sorry. I heard Master Huiqing said that we were rescued by a group of people and came to your temple."

"It's like this. At that time, the two donors fell off the cliff. Fortunately, they met another group of donors passing by. I am merciful and the two donors had this opportunity and their lives should not be cut off." Master Huide clasped his hands together and looked extremely pious, "Amitabha , it’s good, it’s good.”

"It seems that I have a destiny with Guibaosha. Jiang Cheng smiled and said: "May I ask where are the benefactors who saved my life and that of my friends now? Could you please go and say thank you? "

"The other group of donors live in the west wing, please do as you please."

After saying this, Master Huide was about to say goodbye and leave, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng: "Master Huide, please stay. May I ask who these benefactors are?"

Seeing Huide's slight hesitation, Jiang Cheng smiled naturally: "After all, he saved my life and my brother's, so it is only in line with the rules to prepare a suitable gift."

"Gifts..." Monk Huide looked Jiang Cheng up and down. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like he could come up with gifts, nor did the fat man next to him.

But Jiang Cheng didn't care about this. Instead, he pretended to be mysterious and patted his pocket, which contained the cell phone.

I don’t know whether Monk Huide understood it or didn’t care at all. He just nodded and said, “Two donors, please be at ease. Those donors are businessmen passing by and they are very kind people. They brought the two donors here last night. It’s hard work to knock on doors and go to temples.”

"Thank you, Master Huide."

After Huide left, Jiang Cheng slowly sat down. The fat man held the porridge bowl in his hand with a bitter look on his face. It was no exaggeration to say that this was just a handful of grains thrown into the bowl of water. It could be seen clearly on the top. The figure comes.

The fat man drank up the "porridge" in two mouthfuls, and then took Jiang Cheng with him to the porridge distribution place to ask for another bowl of porridge. Unexpectedly, he was rejected by the monk who distributed the porridge.

"This little master, just a bowl of clear soup with little water, is not full. Please do a good job and give each of us brothers a bowl, just this time, okay?" The fat man hoped that he could use his sincerity to influence the points. Little monk making porridge.

But the young monk seemed polite, but in fact there was no room for negotiation. "Two donors, this is the rule of the temple. Each person can only eat one bowl of porridge per fast."

The fat man was not happy when he heard this. Although he was irrational, he still shouted: "You are treating us too differently. You monks eat whatever you want, but when you come to us, you can only get one bowl per person?"

The young monk clasped his hands in front of the fat man and said, "Please forgive me, donor. This temple has always been poor. Even if there is extra incense and money, it will be distributed to the poor people nearby. Monks do not tell lies. It is the same for anyone who comes to this temple, no matter who they are." The monks in this temple are still benefactors who rest their feet. Even if the emperor comes in person, he will only eat a bowl of porridge. "

"You..." The fat man was choked to death by the little monk.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng pulled him away, and the two of them put down their empty bowls and walked out of the dining hall. On the way, the fat man kept complaining, saying that this little monk only talked big words, and that the emperor could only eat a bowl of porridge when he came in person, bullshit! If the emperor really comes, the abbot can run out and cook for the emperor himself. If the emperor is in a good mood, he might even be able to reward him with two cups of wine.

Jiang Cheng frowned when he heard this, "Buddhism is a noble place, so be careful in what you say and do."

Hearing this, the fat man's stomach growled unsatisfactoryly, and his mood became worse and worse. He shouted: "What, what I said is wrong?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, but finally found no reason to refute.

But at the same time, he was more confused about another thing, "Fat man, have you seen what those monks look like?"

The fat man said angrily: "I saw them, all of them are tall and thick." As soon as he finished saying this, the fat man's eyes changed, as if he suddenly realized, "Yes, these people are drinking porridge, and there are only a few in it." How did Li Mi grow so strong?"

Recalling the size of the monks in the temple, some of them could compete with him. This is not something that can be eaten with clear soup and little water.

Following Master Huide's guidance, they finally found the west wing. The entire temple was larger than expected. It was conservatively estimated that it could accommodate several hundred people.

Walking forward, before knocking on the door, the wooden door was opened with a "squeak" sound. The room was relatively dark, with only a red candle burning on the table.

With the faint light, Fatty Jiangcheng saw that there were eight people in the room. In addition to the middle-aged man who opened the door, there were four men and three women.

"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man blocked the door and frowned.