Chapter 915 (1/2)

At sunset, stroll in the temple, listen to the deep and distant bell, feel the sunset and dusk, and have a different artistic conception.

Hongfu temple, under a bodhi tree outside the backyard.

A little monk with red lips and white teeth and a white face like cutting jade ate osmanthus cake with relish.

On one side, there was an old monk with wrinkled skin but abnormal spirit.

The old monk, whose name is faming, is a famous and promising eminent monk in Chang'an city. He is also the monk who rescued Tang monk in his early years and named him Jiang liuer.

Now Jiang liuer has not shaved his hair and become a monk, but a registered disciple practicing with master faming. Two years later, Tang monk will cut his hair and practice at the age of 18. Master faming gave him the Dharma name Xuanzang.

Master faming ate a few cakes and could not resist his increasingly strong appetite. After silently reciting the word ”Amitabha”, he said: ”benefactor, you have sent servant girls to give vegetarian bags to Hongfu temple for seven consecutive days. I appreciate your kindness very much, but don't give them in the future.”

”Why?”

Pan Hao was surprised to the East.

If I remember correctly, the temple always refuses to refuse donations to believers. How can there be extrapolation?

Even if you donate vegetarian bags, you can't buy all kinds of delicious food bags outside. Reply according to Xiaoyu who sent steamed stuffed buns.

Every time she delivers steamed stuffed buns in the morning, the monks in Hongfu temple will have a riot and rush to eat.

”Because the steamed buns you made are so delicious, benefactor. In the morning, the younger generation in the temple will not want to read early and always think about the vegetarian buns.”

”Hey ~ ~”

Then he sighed gently.

In fact, not only the little monks in Hongfu temple, but also the old monks like master faming have become more and more hungry after eating pan Haodong's steamed stuffed buns.

Steamed stuffed buns are good.

It's addictive, which doesn't bode well.

Even an eminent monk like himself can become addicted. He thinks about chanting scriptures early and reading them from time to time, let alone others.

In order to avoid the monks falling deeper and deeper, master faming had to give up the delicious steamed stuffed bun.

”I see.”

Pan Haodong smiled.

The food made by others is edible. The food made by him, with the attribute of reading, can make people addictive and never forget. Master faming's concern is not unreasonable.

”Brother pan, won't you deliver steamed stuffed buns in the future?”

Jiang liuer, who has not yet become a Tang monk, swallowed the cakes in his mouth and asked impatiently.

Little monks like him in the temple are waiting for little sister Yu to send vegetarian bags every morning, and then they swarm around to rob steamed stuffed buns. Now they have nothing to eat.

There is no energy to chant sutras and Buddha!

”Jiangliu'er, now it's not a question of whether brother pan will send it or not, but whether your master, the elders and abbots in the temple will accept it. If they accept it, they will always send it to you as long as my steamed stuffed bun shop is still open. If they don't accept it, I have no choice.” Pan Haodong said and spread his hand, looking like I was helpless.

”Hey...” Jiang liuer looked lost.

When master faming saw this scene, he couldn't help frowning and said discontentedly, ”Jiang liuer, greed, anger and infatuation are three poisons. Food is like a woman. Everything is illusory. Everything is empty. Your practice is not home yet. Go back and copy the view of freedom Heart Sutra three times. Don't sleep until you copy it.”

”Ah, three, three times?” Jiang liuer is stupid.