Weird: I can simulate fate

Chapter 59 Lang Riding a Bamboo Horse

Halfway up the mountain, a chubby figure soars and leaps like a roc.

"Which direction is the Two Lantern Temple?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Master often said that sooner or later he would be mad at me, so if he goes west, he will definitely find Master."

Monk Famang said to himself.

After a while, my stomach growled with hunger.

"What news did Captain Zhang want me to convey? Uh...forget it, it's not important."

"You didn't even give me a mouthful of dry food, but let me run such a long way..."

"Isn't this embarrassing?"

"Hey~"

Fa Mang crouched down holding his stomach.

It felt a little indecent again, so he changed his posture and lay down completely.

Uncle Zhishen often taught him: Wherever you are hungry, you can sleep there, and you can have everything in your dreams.

He also thought so at the moment.

Maybe my stomach won't growl when I wake up from sleep.

"Grumble~"

It's a pity that the hunger is too strong, completely defeating the sleepiness.

Fa Mang sat up with a sad face.

Looking around for something to put in your mouth, it would be perfect if it could be a little meaty.

Suddenly, not far from the southeast, there seemed to be smoke rising from the kitchen.

"Oh?"

Fa Mang felt that this must be the inspiration of the Buddha.

A fat donkey rolled and got up.

"Fuck~"

Wipe off the saliva and run towards the direction of the cooking smoke.

Maolin mountain rocks are constantly changing in the field of vision.

After counting interest.

A quiet village appeared in front of my eyes.

Famang was overjoyed immediately.

Hastily adjusted the monk's robe.

Putting on Baoxiang's solemn expression dedicated to Cengfan, he walked into the entrance of the village with steady steps.

The villagers came and went, constantly carrying bamboo frames and wooden boards.

It seemed that he was preparing for some lively event.

Seeing a strange monk enter the village, an elderly man stopped what he was doing and walked over with a warm smile.

"What is the master doing in our Muliang Village?"

The blind man was overjoyed.

It seems to be a warm and hospitable village, and today's meal is considered a deal.

Immediately performed a Buddhist test.

The cloud said lightly, "Fa Mang, a poor monk, came from Liangdeng Temple in Jingyang County, and went to the west to find my master."

Swallowed.

Continued: "Passing through the precious land, you can see that the village houses are in order, and the smoke from the kitchen is curling up, so it's special to turn it into ~Yuan~"

Unavoidably, the older villagers couldn't hear clearly, so he deliberately emphasized the word "begging".

The smiles on the faces of the elders grew even wider.

The wrinkles on the forehead and the corners of the eyes stretched out.

"So that's it. The master is here today. It seems that you are really destined for our Muliang Village."

"Oh? What did the benefactor say?"

"Hahaha, a theater troupe came to the village to set up a stage today, so the big guy prepared a pig-killing feast, and planned to have a good time."

The elder explained with a smile.

Pig killing feast?

When Fa Mang heard these three words, his eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat face, suddenly stared like copper bells.

Tears of excitement kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"The benefactor is right, as the saying goes, a bowl of rice is destined to come from a thousand miles... Then let's go to the banquet, the food will be cold in a while!"

"Ah this..."

The elder choked on Fa Mang's impatient words.

I had to explain carefully: "Master, please be safe and don't be impatient. It's not time to eat, and besides, the pig hasn't been killed yet."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fa Mang with a smile.

"Huh? Why don't you hurry up and kill... cough cough."

Fa Mang realized that being too eager was out of proportion.

Hastily coughed twice.

"To be honest, the poor monk worked as a butcher for a while before he became a monk, so if the village needs manpower to kill pigs, the poor monk is willing to help."

The elder waved his hand.

"Don't dare to bother Master, I will deal with it myself. If Master doesn't dislike it, why don't you go to the house and eat some bread to fill your stomach?"

"My Buddha is merciful."

Fa Mang said solemnly: "Then there will be a benefactor. To be honest, the poor monk's meal is very small, and a little bread is enough."

"It's okay, it's okay, master just eat, hehe..."

After half a column of incense.

The old man's smile completely disappeared.

Not only his own home, but even the things that could be put into the mouth of the neighbors' homes were all swallowed up by the fat monk.

And it seemed that he hadn't eaten enough, his eyes glowed green and looked around at the moving creatures.

The elder looked extremely bitter.

Cautiously asked: "This... Grandmaster, has he ever eaten enough?"

Fa Mang licked his fingers clean, lifted his robe and wiped his mouth.

"Barely padding my stomach, I'm two or three full. By the way, when will the pig-killing feast start?"

The older man's smile disappeared.

He looked at Fa Mang with a cold face.

"Hehe, it's coming soon, it's coming soon, master, let's take a rest."

Then turned and left.

Fa Mang had nothing to do, he hadn't eaten the pork yet, so he couldn't sleep.

Then he got up and wandered around in the village.

A string of silver bell-like laughter came from outside the village.

Follow the reputation.

I saw two children, a man and a woman, about five or six years old, running from the east of the village on bamboo horses.

The two chased after each other, as if they were competing who was faster.

Laughing and noisy along the way.

Soon.

The little boy couldn't run anymore, leaning on the bamboo horse with both hands.

Panting heavily, he said, "Sister Yijun, I'm out of breath, this time you win."

The little girl giggled.

Riding a bamboo horse bumped and ran to the boy.

He joked: "Gan Ziru, you idiot, didn't you say that you want to be a general in the future? Why can't you take a few steps?"

The little boy named Gan Ziru pouted.

Unconvinced, he said: "If it wasn't because I was out of breath, maybe who would win, and I would definitely be a general!"

The little girl stuck out her tongue and made a grimace.

"A little bit~"

"Little idiot, just daydream, giggling~"

The little boy pouted more and more.

"Hmph, not only can I be a great general, but I also want sister Yijun to be my daughter-in-law!"

The little girl was taken aback.

Then he bent over laughing...

Monk Famang smiled and watched the two children playing.

I can't help feeling quite emotional.

Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, how wonderful...

In those years when I was a bandit, why did I forget to grab a daughter-in-law and go home?
Hey ~
The two children also discovered Famang.

He seemed to think that this monk was chubby and cute, so he came over on a bamboo horse.

The little girl tilted her head and looked around.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Great Monk, what are you doing in our village?"

The treasure of Dharmang is solemn.

"The poor monk is here for alms."

"Hehehe~ So I came here to eat, I have delicious candies here, if you play war with us, I will give you some~"

As the little girl spoke, she took out a few caramel candies from her pocket.

Monk Famang was tangled in his heart.

Master taught him to pay attention to decency...

But the caramel is really delicious, and it's so interesting to play battles on a bamboo horse...

Heaven and man fought.

Master's words were decisively ignored by him.

"Since the little benefactor is kind enough to invite you, the poor monk will reluctantly accept it, but let me say that you have to give me all the caramel in your pocket."

After happily reaching a consensus.

Three figures, one big, two small, began to play around on bamboo horses.

The little boy imitated the words in the play.

Shouted to Fa Mang: "This is General Liang Ziru, you wait for the bandit soldiers of the evil Zhou to die quickly, wow~"

The laughter spread far and wide.

For a long time.

　This is my favorite chapter...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)