Huaxu country, Qingzhou, Qinglong Temple.

It was lunchtime, and the aroma of food wafted from the Xiangji Kitchen in the backyard of Qinglong Temple, filling all around, provoking nearby cats and dogs to gather outside the wall and bark non-stop. Suddenly, two and a half large figures came out of an inconspicuous hole in the base of the wall, and sneakily entered the soup kitchen.

The incense soup kitchen of Qinglong Temple is extremely spacious, there are big stoves built against the wall in the north and south, and on the south wall is a row of 12 large iron pots for 1,000 people, and there are small mountain-like steamers stacked on it, and the white flour steamed buns are steaming, the hot mist is permeated, and the steaming is steaming; there are only four iron pots in the north, and they are all one size smaller, and there are four monks in the stir-fry at this time. In the midst of the heat, the monks rounded their arms, sweating like rain and wielding shovel-sized shovels, colliding with the iron pot from time to time, making a rhythmic "click" sound.

Between the two rows of stoves, eight tables form a long table, densely packed and stacked with white plates. After the monks finished frying a pot of vegetables, they quickly got up from the pot and put it on the plate, and the days are long and practice makes perfect, each time a shovel is exactly one plate, and at this time half of the plate on the long case is already filled with vegetables. This is the food of hundreds of people in Qinglong Temple!

The Xiangji Kitchen was in full swing, and a fat monk in a yellow monk's robe walked in with his stomach held out and walked in with his hands behind his back. The head monks didn't dare to stop, but they didn't dare to snub this person, and they all turned around and shouted, "Hello Senior Brother Puguang!" A little monk who made a fire behind the stove also came out, bent his waist low, and saluted the fat monk Heshi: "Hello Senior Brother of the Temple!" It looks like he is about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Monk Puguang is burly but very fat, with a round head and a round face, thick limbs, eyes squinted into a slit, and the most eye-catching is his belly, which is bulging like a pregnant pot-bellied woman, living like a big-bellied Buddha. Secondly, his huge open mouth can almost occupy half of his face at a glance, and he has a bit of momentum to eat all directions.

This fat monk looks funny, but he is the supervisor of this Qinglong Temple, not only responsible for the temple's industry and entry and exit accounts, but also in charge of all kinds of miscellaneous affairs in the temple, and even all the expenses of the monks in the temple, is a big housekeeper. In a word, it is a product that can scare the little monk!

Puguang saw that the head monks were respectful to him, and he snorted in his nose, no one paid attention, but he glanced at the little monk with satisfaction. Then he walked straight to the long table full of dishes, opened his fat mouth, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and directly picked up the vegetables on the plate with his hands and threw them into his mouth, chewing them indiscriminately, making a "smack" sound. The fat on his face began to shake rhythmically as his mouth began to tremble.

I didn't pay attention to listening, but there was a thin voice in the corner with a grin: "This fat pig's mouth is the most suitable for arching dung!" Then there were two faint snickering voices. The noise in this kitchen was the sound of stir-frying, and Monk Puguang naturally didn't hear it.

After eating half a plate of "hand-fished vegetables", Puguang wiped his oily mouth and shouted: "Have you prepared all the dishes for Master Wuxiang, where are they!

Where did the head monk dare to chew this tongue with him, the little monk who burned the fire just now hurriedly ran to the steamer. Only then did I see that in the middle of the large row of steaming cauldrons, there was also a small pot sandwiched between them, on which there were three layers of small steamers, and there was an extraordinarily gluttonous fragrance in it!

The little monk stepped on the stool and went up to take off the small steamer, but when he saw the figure behind the big steamer next to him, he was taken aback and almost didn't scream. Looking carefully, sure enough, it was the two bold ancestors hiding in the fog behind the steamer, and finally held back the sound, and did not dare to hesitate, and quickly opened the cage drawer and took out four plates and a casserole. The four plates were full of the finest dishes that could be named, and although I didn't know what was stewed in the casserole, the tantalizing aroma came from them.

The little monk was glad for a while, fortunately the two ancestors did not steal these, carefully put these dishes in a food box, carried them to Puguang with both hands, and said, "Senior brother, the food for the Wuxiang Master has been fetched." ”

Puguang stretched out his hand to take the food box, scratched the little monk with his eyes, raised his chin and said, "Mingkong wow, those two cheap bones have not come to steal anything these days!"

The little monk Mingkong was startled, his heart was not good, wasn't he seen by this fat pig, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, since the senior brother taught them a hard lesson last time, the butt must still be rotten at this time! Maybe he can't even get out of bed, how can he come here to block the senior brother! Having said that, the Qinglong Temple let the senior brother take care of it in an orderly manner and has a good reputation, otherwise how could the senior disciple of the Heavenly Kingdom Master stay in our Qinglong Temple this time, this is all the credit of the senior brother!"

This Mingkong man is a big ghost, it seems that he is very good at patting horses, just now those gang monks called this fat monk Puguang Senior Brother, he is a Ming character generation, but don't have a spirit to call the senior brother of the temple, paste it closely, Puguang will look at him more. At this moment, Puguang was comfortably slapped by this sycophant again, grinning loudly, laughing very loudly, but scolding in his mouth: "Not old, sycophant is not small!"

Mingkong hurriedly made a flattered appearance, and said loudly: "Senior brother, let's go!" The fat figure of Puguang he saw staggered away, and then he spat and scolded: "Phew, fat pig!"

A stir-fry guy monk heard it, haha smiled, and teased him: "Mingkong, be careful to let him hear it, let you go and make the bed at night!"

Mingkong grimaced at him and said, "You just thought about it, asshole elf!" scolded him, ran to the side of the steamer and shouted: "I said, you two fools, don't get down yet!"

As soon as he shouted, something flew out from behind the steamer and smashed at him. Mingkong's eyes were quick, and when he reached out to catch it, it was a half-bitten white-flour steamed bun with a few black fingerprints on it.

Mingkong immediately shouted "Hey, hey", and shouted loudly outside the door: "Senior Brother Puguang, come on, those two thieves are stealing steamed buns again! Come and see, come and spank them......

Before the words fell, a figure jumped out from behind the steamer, covered his mouth urgently, and said: "Mingkong Grand Master, Mingkong Buddha Grandpa, you are my father, my father, please don't scream, be careful that the fat pig is back!" Another figure also came out, stood on the stove, pouted at them, and pointed with his hand: "You can do it, Mingkong Archmage, the master's cheek is still bleeding pus, be careful to rub your face!"

Mingkong stretched out his hand to break the hand covering his mouth, spat at the young man who pouted his ass, and scolded: "It's good to chop it down, and you dare to show your cheeks in front of me! When you two fathers, you two fools have been angry to death several times!", as he spoke, he picked up the burning stick on the side and stabbed it.

The young man was very obedient, and he had already put away his ass and dodged his stick around the big steamer. Another young man on the side coaxed: "Archmage's magic power is boundless, hurry up and use your old 'magic stick' to stab this treacherous and cunning fool to death!"

Mingkong stabbed several times in a row, and the young man on the stove was clever in his hands and feet, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, seeing that the young man on the side was still cheering and coaxing, he smiled secretly, rolled his eyes, and slapped his buttocks with a stick. The boy was hit by a stick in his buttocks, and a piercing pain swelled up, and he snorted like a pig, and bounced on the spot, and suddenly burst into tears.

When the young man on the stove saw this, he gloated and slapped his thigh and laughed wildly. Unexpectedly, there were many condensed water droplets on the stove, and the cold and unguarded the feet slipped, and one fell down without standing firmly. Listening to the sound, it hurts much more than a stick.

The surrounding leaders and monks saw it and let out a burst of laughter. Everyone has long been accustomed to these children playing naughtily, and one of the monks quipped: "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Zheng, didn't you eat enough 'stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots' last time?

The young man who came out first and covered Mingkong's mouth just now was called Lu Zheng, and the one who pouted his butt on the stove behind him was called Tang Xiaojiu. Both of them are orphans in the area of Qinglong Temple, their own jobs are little beggars, and their part-time jobs are gangsters and thieves. I don't know how to get acquainted with the little monk Mingkong of Qinglong Temple, so he often comes to the temple to eat and drink, and several times he was caught by the Puguang monk of the prison temple, so he entertained them with a meal of "fried meat with bamboo shoots", and beat their buttocks to bloom, the most recent one was half a month ago.

When Tang Xiaojiu heard this, he dragged his steps, touched his buttocks, and said obediently with a sad face: "Master guy, who said no, the master doesn't dare to turn over when he sleeps at night now." The worst thing is that Lu Zheng, the little bastard, loves to fart in the middle of the night, and the master is dreaming of gnawing on chicken legs, he is good, and an old stinky fart is smoked over without making a sound. Master, my chicken thighs are eating deliciously, where can I wake up, smell the stinky fart and turn around in a daze, this turn, this time, this ass has suffered!"

Where did the head monk pay attention to such nonsense, and directly exposed: "Don't fool us, you put down the dishes in your hand, put them down!"

Tang Xiaojiu suddenly changed his expression, grinned, spread his hand forward, and said, "You still have it, if you want it, I'll put it back." ”

The head monk saw that this kid had some dirty things on his hands with black and yellow pieces, frowned, and scolded with a smile: "Okay, take away the dish you scratched with your paws." Just what your dung-digging paws have touched, the elders may have eaten it and drilled into the hut a few times!"

Tang Xiaojiu accepted it when he saw it, and said with a smile: "It's still the mercy of the gang masters, not like that fat pig, thank you!" As he spoke, he walked back with the dish and squatted with Lu Zheng and Mingkong. A few of the leading monks didn't think about it, and they didn't care about them, and they were busy stir-frying.

Lu Zheng saw Tang Xiaojiu coming back with the dishes, and went to the steamer to get a few steamed buns and gave them to Tang Xiaojiu, and also reached out to grab the vegetables on the plate to eat. The two of them competed for me, and it didn't take much to eat, so they each ate three steamed buns on this dish, leaning against the stove, and burping vigorously.

Tang Xiaojiu said: "Master Mingkong, is there any soup, the young master is choking on it." ”

Mingkong was playing with a burning stick in his hand, and when he heard the words, he threw the stick away and went to bring two bowls of hot soup back. The two of them took it and drank it all in one go, and then they let out a long breath and touched their stomachs, looking very satisfied.

Mingkong was surprised: "Two masters, haven't eaten for a few days?"

Lu Zheng was very full, unwilling to speak, and stretched out his palm to gesture casually. Mingkong was startled: "Five days, good guy, you didn't come to me earlier, why did you mess up so badly?"

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