Chapter 14 It Smells so Good【Please Collect and Recommend Tickets】

"Secretary Tan, this... I... When I came here, here... Oh, I can't tell." Yang Ping looked at the brand-new temple in front of him, and he knew that it was useless to say anything now. Speak louder than words.

Wang Yougui said: "Uncle Tan, don't blame Yang Ping. I guess this kid was lazy at the time, and he must have never gone up the mountain. He just asked people to come down to get the official documents from the government and then went back to hand over his errands. Don't say that he lied, I remember a When I came to this finger temple a few years ago, it was indeed dilapidated. In the past year, I haven’t seen anyone transporting bricks and tiles up the mountain to repair the temple, how could this temple be refurbished?”

Tan Juguo frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't know, go ask."

Wang Yougui and Yang Ping had no objection and followed together.

On the way, Wang Yougui said, "Uncle Tan, Monk One Finger is no longer here. Now there should only be the little monk Fangzheng left in One Finger Temple, right? I remember that he was still in the elementary school in our village back then, and you sent him there later. Middle school and high school, right?"

A flash of memory flashed in Tan Juguo's eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Yeah, that doll was so small back then, and now he's become the abbot, hehe. Time flies so fast..."

While talking, the three of them had already come to the gate of Yizhi Temple. When they looked up, they saw the golden plaque. The three of them subconsciously respected each other. Feeling a sense of solemnity, the three of them unconsciously lowered their voices.

In the north, especially in the rural areas, the land is vast and sparsely populated. For the convenience of communication, people in the village have used shouting since childhood, so their voices are relatively loud. It's been a long time, I'm used to it, and I can't change it.

But at this moment, the three unknowingly lowered their voices, and when they realized it, they were really surprised.

At this moment, the gate of Yizhi Temple had been opened, and the three of them naturally walked into the temple easily. As soon as they entered the door, they saw the Bodhi tree in the yard, saw this tree that had died and lived again, and then came back to life under the approaching cold wind. At the end of autumn, branches sprouted and turned into a dead old tree, and the three of them suddenly felt like a ghost.

"Uncle Tan, when I came last time, the tree was almost dry and dead, why did it still sprout? This..." Yang Ping said tremblingly.

"Look at your virtue! This is a temple, not a ghost gate. There are also Buddha's manifestations. There are no ghosts and ghosts. You are afraid of farts!" Tan Juguo reprimanded.

Only then did Yang Ping come back to his senses, and said with a wry smile, "I just think it's too weird."

"What's weird? It's been a few years since you came here last time. What's so strange about the change?" Wang Yougui snorted.

Yang Ping had a bitter face, no matter whether Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo believed it or not, he knew best that he really came here a few days ago! What he saw was just like what he said before, the scene of broken bricks and old trees withered. In just a few days, such a change has taken place. He really felt a little weird and scared.

"Huh? What scent?" At this moment, Tan Juguo suddenly took two deep breaths and said.

"It's so fragrant! It seems to be the smell of rice, but it's different! It's much more fragrant than the rice in our field... Just smelling it makes my stomach growl." Wang Yougui rubbed his stomach and said.

"It seems to be coming from the backyard, go and have a look." Yang Ping smelled the fragrance, and the wild thoughts in his heart disappeared, pointing to the small door to the backyard and shouted.

"Let's go and have a look." Tan Juguo nodded, and the three immediately filed in.

As for breaking into the house without seeing the owner, they really didn't think about it. In the rural areas of the north, this is how relatives go. When you arrive at someone's house, you don't steal or grab it, just go in openly. It's just that they usually don't enter the house directly, but they will yell twice to signal the host that we are coming.

However, when the three of them entered the backyard, the aroma of the rice became stronger and tangy, making the mouth salivate, subconsciously licking their lips, and gently opening and closing their mouths, as if they could eat it. If it wasn't for the grumbling protest of the stomach being aroused by the aroma, the three of them probably wouldn't have realized that they were hungry, and thought they had already eaten.

Fangzheng's kitchen was in the corner. As soon as the three of them entered, they saw Fangzheng busy in the kitchen through the window.

"Fangzheng! Fangzheng!" Yang Ping shouted first.

At this moment, Fang Zhengzheng got some wild vegetables and soaked them in soy sauce, preparing for the current meal. Suddenly I heard someone calling me outside, looked up, and said in surprise: "Accountant Yang? Uncle Wang, Grandpa Tan? Why are you here?"

"What do you mean we're here? You kid made such a big noise on the mountain, how can we not come and see?" Wang Yougui said with a smile.

Fangzheng went out of the kitchen and wanted to find two stools, but he was depressed and found that there seemed to be nothing to sit on at home.

Wang Yougui laughed and scolded: "Okay, don't look for it anymore. I don't think there is anything to entertain us in this small temple, and don't look for stools. They are all from our own family, and we don't pay attention to things like people in the city. Just sit on the floor. .”

After finishing speaking, Wang Yougui sat down on the ground, and Tan Juguo also sat down. Although Yang Ping was a little unhappy, he wiped the stone beside him and sat down.

Seeing this, Fangzheng also sat down on the floor, touched his bald head, and asked knowingly, "What's the big deal?"

"Boy, can you? You haven't been on the mountain for a year, and you actually renovated the One Finger Temple. Not bad!" Wang Yougui said with a laugh.

Fangzheng grinned, didn't say anything, but looked at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping said angrily: "Fangzheng, tell the village chief and secretary, did I come here a few days ago and hand over the government documents to you?"

Fangzheng really wanted to lie, but lying violated the precepts, so he could only nod his head and say, "Yes."

As soon as these words came out, both Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo were stunned. They thought Yang Ping was lazy and slippery and didn't go up the mountain. As a result, Yang Ping went up the mountain. Then what he said...could it be true? The two looked at each other and saw the suspicious look in each other's eyes.

Yang Ping said again: "Fangzheng, let me ask you, was your temple very dilapidated a few days ago?"

Fangzheng continued to nod and said, "Yes."

Yang Ping immediately raised his head, looked at Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo, as if saying, look! I'm not lying, am I?

Wang Yougui frowned, and said, "Fangzheng, tell your uncle what's going on? It was dilapidated a few days ago, why did it renovate after a few days? I haven't seen the construction team come up these few days ah?"

Tan Juguo also said: "Indeed, Fang boy, your matter is a bit mysterious."

Fangzheng thought for a while, and he definitely couldn't hide this matter, but he couldn't tell the system, otherwise there would be countless troubles. That being the case, Fangzheng's expression suddenly became solemn, and then he stood up, folded his hands together, bowed to the west, and proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha..."