At the same time, Hui Bing and Huiyun, together, hugged their hands and feet, were walking towards the Zen room, carrying two pots of hot water.

The two of them were carrying a bundle of high firewood behind them, half of their height. They walked very steadily, which shows that they usually work a lot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked to the gate, I saw a monk with a white face lying on the ground at the gate.

The hands are all red.

Huiyun could see who it was at a glance, and was stunned immediately and said, "Huimian, is it Huimi Brother? Why are you here? Don't sleep here, oh!"

Huiyun felt nervous and quickly put down the kettle in her hand and shook him.

However, Huimian was even cold on her body.

He carefully explored his breath, but fortunately he was still venting his anger in his nose.

That's great, just stay alive.

"Hurry knock on the door, Xiao Bing."

Turning his head, he saw that Hui Bing's little monk was shocked by Hui's face and fainted. He didn't have time to call the door.

When Xiao Bing learned that his wisdom had anger, he hurriedly recited Amitabha Buddha there for a long time and thanked God.

"Oh, it's useless." Huiyun curled her lips.

It was still his impatient attitude, and he stood up and slapped the door and shouted to the noisy room.

"Come on, someone has fainted outside."

Five minutes ago.

Uncle Master went up to the tower in person. After ringing the big bell, when she came down from the tower, a large number of monks who had nothing to do had gathered below.

The leader was an old monk who looked hunched over and spoke for half a day before he spoke. The ones he brought were all young monks who looked like they didn't have any combat power. The timids were scared to tears. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals can be summarized completely.

First, no one can find where the abbot is and has no backbone; second, no one knows what this messy bell represents, so they can only follow here honestly.

Unexpectedly, Master Ningning said that according to reliable reports, there must be ghosts in Miaoran Temple, and all monks must gather together.

Only then did they all gather in this largest meditation room.

According to the instructions of Master Uncle, only the monks were qualified to go out, and the rest were forcibly stuffed into the house.

Others who are unwilling to follow them can also move freely. Anyway, she is irresponsible if she is caught by a ghost. Don’t mention how confident she is when she talks.

The people inside finally heard it and took the heavy door bolt and opened it.

As the heat waves and sound waves come at the same time, it is very lively inside.

"Beer, drink, mineral water, melon seeds, peanuts, eight treasure porridge. Give your legs aside, and let your legs aside!"

Ningning was wearing short-sleeved shirts, pushing a rack from where she came from, as she pretended to be a small cart, back and forth in the center. Because there were no wheels, the soles of the cart made an unpleasant sound and crunched.

On the small cart, there were really snacks with a small quantity but a lot of snacks in the bottle.

Apart from the three or four patients on the bed, there is no meaning of refuge here. There are all those who should talk about everything, and those who chant scriptures and sleep. Everyone has their own things to do. The confusion that was a few minutes ago was completely wiped out, and it was completely the atmosphere of the Taoist Festival.

Uncle Master is quite popular! Huiyun felt relieved from the bottom of her heart.

When everyone worked together to lift the frozen Hui's face in, Huiyun and the others quickly took off their coats and took a sip of water.

This is, a sigh was heard in my ear.

It turned out to be the rare face of Master Leran on the kang with a sad face.

"Oh, Uncle Master, you're back!" Huiyun always felt that he had seen Uncle Master for a long time. He didn't even recognize him without a monk's robe. He hurriedly greeted him happily.

"Um……"

But Leran just raised his eyelids and agreed.

His slightly fat face looked down at the old lady lying on the bed, and sighed again.

He said to Ning Ning, who was "hawking" around him endlessly: "I said, uncle, do you have beer?"

"No."

"Is there eight treasure porridge?"

"No."

"Then what are you shouting?!"

Come on, after a few words, Uncle Leran will start to habitually criticize others again.

Huiyun shook her head and took two steps back silently.

After all, Uncle Leran is the one who is against Uncle Master.

"I just think it's the atmosphere, and I wanted to shout like this a long time ago. Can't I try it?" Halfway through speaking, Ning Ning frowned and found that something seemed to be wrong.

Suddenly he turned his head, put his waist on his waist and said to the fat man on the kang: "Oh no, this bald man, were you questioning me just now? And don't you bald man eat these things?!"

"No, you misunderstood!

And... not all bald heads are not eaten. Can you not mix up the two completely different meanings?"

Leran quickly struggled with a wry smile. In the struggle, he still instinctively did not forget to explain.

In fact, he usually teaches people to knock on others' heads. Today he was suddenly called out by a child, and I don't know why he still feels it is quite useful.

Oh, it's not right, it's not useful, it's too strange to say this.

Lee Ran shook his fat face, and there was a fierce self-conversation in his heart.

Ning Ning ignored him, snorted and said crisply: "Stop talking nonsense, I will definitely make everyone safe. You can't eat and drink like them... Forget it, don't eat it anymore and you're so fat."

She originally planned to let Leran eat peacefully, but seeing his appearance, she shook her head and left with great exaggeration.

"I'll go, fat guys have no human rights!"

Leran looked at Ningning's back and wanted to cry.

Besides, he didn't bring me over to play with them.

When he thought of this disease... he shook his head helplessly again.

He lowered his head and said alone, "I am still sick and no one can cure it, but according to Master Uncle, it is so dangerous outside that no one can save them, so he can only save himself.

According to the assignment of the uncle of the master, the remaining people were divided into many groups, some of whom were responsible for patrol.

In addition, some young and strong monks were sent by their uncle to find all the patients in the village and asked them to hand over the patients to Miaoran Temple.

But what's the use of this? Even my mother's illness cannot be cured. Isn't it useless to gather so many of them?

And what are the patients in this episode doing? Summon the Dragon?”

From the sick man to the summoning of the dragon, Huiyun next to him heard about it but couldn't find a gap to refute.

In fact, Huiyun was full of questions.

But if you want to ask, the uncle of the master would have been talking about him or he would have been able to deviate from the rhythm to Siberia by saying a few words. It is impossible to keep it clear. Now it is better to find Mr. Yi Ruchang to know clearly.

Shaking his head, he looked back at Huifan helplessly, and saw that his brother was a little disappointed.

Look in front of you again.

Everyone in the temple was gathering happily and agreed to take the abbot to take the food for the party during the Enlightenment Festival. All the foods used for the gatherings were dug out by the master and uncle from somewhere unknown.

This is a fine product that the abbot has finally saved.

After sighing, Huiyun ate a bite of dried tofu in tea.

The brother beside him also sighed.

Of course, my brother was not because of feeling distressed, but because when he found that he didn't even know that the abbot had saved so much food and that Ningning could actually take it out at will, he was a little disappointed.

Of course, I am still in a loss now.

After swallowing a bit of dried tofu, Huiyun asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you believe there are ghosts in our temple?"

"I said, Yun, I don't know what happened, so don't waste your saliva." The brother waved his hand and told him to walk away.

"But you're quite disappointed, I think you can

You can't let you get rid of your spirit." Huiyun felt wronged.

Hearing this, Huifan raised his head and gave him a blank look.

"Who is lost? I'm holding my urine now!

Uncle Master didn’t let us go to the toilet, so we could only solve it in the spittoon, but Uncle Master was a woman…”

The more Huifan spoke, the smaller the voice, and he was obviously very distressed.

Maybe it's because you can feel like you're consuming your energy to hold your urine when you talk.

Oh, it turns out that you are holding your urine. Then should I give you a little red flower that has not wet the bed?

Huiyun's face twitched, and her little fists clenched quietly.

"But we went out just now." Xiao Huibing, who was on the side, was puzzled and stretched out his little round head and interrupted.

"You are patrolmen who took lots out!" Just as he was worried, Huiyun turned around and knocked on him with a pineapple.
To be continued...