"Hehe, Master." Bukong reached out and held his hand on the temple gate, hurriedly stepped into the temple gate with one foot, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, how long has it been since we met?"

"You know you haven't seen each other for a long time?" Amitabha Mountain narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling as if he was smiling. The temple gate began to close when the sentence fell.

"Stop, Master, alas, Master." Bukong's half-faced body had already squeezed into the temple gate, and he refused to go out again, muttering to Amitabha Mountain with a bitter face.

He reached out and trembled on Bukong's forehead. Then Midashan made a gesture of silence: "Worry, aren't you afraid that your two junior brothers will knock you out of the temple with a Zen stick?"

After rubbing his head, he didn't say anything more. He even looked around the temple gate and looked around in the temple.

Seeing that there was no visitor, Bukong showed some disdain: "Master, it's been so many years, why do you still like to joke with me like this?"

"Tell me, today in the imperial capital city, are you the one who fought with others? I can see clearly in this temple." Amitabha Mountain glanced at Bukong, but still did not let go of the palm pressing on the temple gate: "If you win or lose."

When Bukong heard this, he immediately danced, raised a thumb to Mount Amitabha, and pointed at the tip of his nose: "Master, do you think your disciple can lose to an old eunuch dog at will?"

"Well, this is almost the same." Amitabha Mountain seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and let out half of his body.

Bukong immediately squeezed out a smile and slowly moved into the temple gate. He was still a little nervous. Don’t squeeze the wine gourd. This old monk should not be too bad. It’s better to be careful.

After his whole body entered the temple gate, Bukong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the old monk did not find anything wrong with him, otherwise he would definitely be scolded.

"Are you drinking alcohol on my back? You still killed someone?" As Amitabhashan spoke, his two drooping eyebrows raised gently, revealing his extremely strict eyes.

"Master, what nonsense are you talking about?" After entering the temple gate and standing inside the temple, Bukong seemed to feel relieved and gently waved his sleeves. There was no feeling outside the temple gate.

It seemed that I saw that Amitabha Mountain had a bad look. Bukong curled his lips and leaned gently against Amitabha Mountain. He gently hit Amitabha Mountain with his shoulder: "Oh, Master, this trip has not been in vain."

Bukong stretched out his hand from his sleeve and shook it gently in front of Amitabha Mountain. Then he let go of his fist and let Amitabha Mountain see it carefully.

But I saw that I was holding a handful of broken silver in my hand, which was not much, but it was enough for ordinary people to spend several months.

"You know the current affairs and still remember me like this master." Amitabha Mountain immediately put away the other meanings in his eyes, leaving only a few traces of joy, and hurriedly reached out and put it on Bukong's hand. In the blink of an eye, the silver and money were gone.

"Master, I've been struggling in the imperial capital for a day, and I haven't eaten the vegetarian food you made for a long time." Bukong rubbed his stomach and looked like an ordinary child who wanted snacks.

Perhaps seeing through Bukong's thoughts, Amitabha Mountain shook his head: "Go and go, you will know how to fool me."

Amitabha Mountain looked up at the night sky, remembered some past events, and kept sighing. Unfortunately, time flies, and after it passes, it will never return to the past.

There was no light in the temple, and it was all the moonlight that could only be seen. The two monks, one holding a wooden stick and the other holding a broom, quietly approached the temple door and looked carefully for a long time.

The older monk then saw that the monk who entered the temple was also a monk. He hurriedly sniffed and muttered to the little monk beside him: "It's my senior brother."

"Senior Brother?" he couldn't ask quietly, and hurriedly squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the direction of the visitor.

Maybe he was a little young. The last time he saw Bukong, he didn't remember Bukong's appearance, but he still had some impression that there were few people in the temple, and Bukong's figure was in his mind and he had always had a place.

Finally, after a long time of careful observation, the figure of the person who came from afar could actually face the black shadow he had in his impression. Then he hurriedly ran out and ran towards Bukong, yelling as he ran: "Senior Brother."

The broom in my hand has long disappeared.

Hearing the sound, he also saw the figure running over. Bukong looked up and hurriedly opened his arms: "No, you kid, you have grown so big."

He had already hit Bukong's arms and raised his head and blinked quickly: "That's not. Senior Brother, you have been away for a few years. You are going far this time. Next time you come back, maybe I will be as tall as my second brother."

Bukong rubbed his head that he couldn't do, shook his head with a smile, but glanced at the distance, slowly walking towards Bujing's body, reached out and waved, signaling him to walk faster.

When I saw Bukong, I still remembered that Bujing was a little happy, but after all, I was sensible and not young anymore. My feet were faster. I was so close to Bukong, but I was extremely abiding by the rules. I first practiced politeness and said the Buddha's name.

He slapped his unclean shoulder and hugged him into his arms: "I changed your diaper for you, and I'm going to use this set with me. Did the master teach you? Why..."

Halfway through his words, Bukong seemed to remember that his master seemed to be standing behind him, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and did not dare to speak anymore.

"Hmph!" Amitabha Mountain snorted coldly, but his eyes were a little soft, and it seemed that there was some wind and sand in the night. He wiped it quietly for a few seconds before he scolded sternly: "According to what you said, I am Xingjiao Temple, you should be the host."

Bukong curled his lips and did not dare to answer, but he hugged his two junior brothers and walked towards the dining hall.

People are iron and rice are steel. Once you enter the temple, you must have to eat vegetarian food first and then talk about other things.

The reason why he was able to win the favor of the two junior brothers was mostly because he was in the world, and there were countless new things, and he could talk endlessly for the two little monks to listen to.

I can't be young in the early years and don't understand those things very well. But I don't understand. In the past few years, the strange things I said when I left Wuzhong day after day, I told them to you day after day. Until now, I can't remember them all.

After entering the dining hall, Bukong and Wukong were idle, Bujing and Wukang two junior brothers, so they surrounded him and listened to him chattering constantly. This was very interesting than the scriptures taught by the master.

I saw the senior brother's personal story again, and I really understood some truths. I couldn't hear it a little more clearly this time. I kept rolling my eyes, and sometimes I heard a few depressing laughs.

Standing in the temple courtyard, Amitabha Mountain sighed slightly, put one hand on his chest, and held the other hand behind him, looking into the kitchen, listening to the whispers inside.

At his age, naturally all four elements are empty and cannot disturb the heartstrings. However, if you have human feelings, all four elements are empty, then it is impossible for all four elements to be empty after all.

He raised none of his three apprentices step by step, and taught him a lot of skills. When he was young, he was a little arrogant, which caused Bukong's embarrassing situation now.

Now, as long as he doesn't have time to return to the temple, he will be very relieved, and he will be relieved from the bottom of his heart, and can watch the three apprentices gather together and speak with a smile.

I don’t know if he thought of the past again, but he actually stood in the courtyard and was stunning for a long time.

The sound of the vegetarian hall stopped soon after, and after Bukong had eaten vegetarian food, wiped his hands on the monk's robe, and then rubbed his two junior brothers' heads. It was unclean and a little implicit. He could not squint his eyes and looked at his senior brother pitifully.

"Senior Brother, don't you talk about anything outside anymore." He couldn't mumble in a low voice, and his big eyes blinked hurriedly.

"Well, the old rules, I will take you with you tomorrow morning and let your master not find us. We have to prepare the rice ball tonight. We will come back tomorrow night. I will explain it to you when the time comes." Bukong said, pinching his nose, which he couldn't pinch.

"Okay senior brother." Can't answer quickly, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, for fear that the sound would be too loud and would attract the master's attention.

Amitabha Mountain is still thinking about the past, but I didn't realize that Bukong was already standing beside him. Bukong gently carried Mida Mountain's shoulder with his shoulder. This shoulder was still warm, but unfortunately he only had bones, which was very good.

Then he said, "Master, are you thinking of those things again?"
Chapter completed!