Chapter 581

The big monk's bowl is full of corn grits porridge. He walks carefully for fear that the porridge will overflow. The two Wotou in the other hand are also black faced Wotou.

His clothes are made of old cotton cloth, which is not soft at all. There are many patches. They are also made of a variety of fabrics. They look slovenly.

After he came out, he looked up and saw Jiang Wuchen and Jiang Zongcheng. He grinned, his face was wrinkled, and one of his front teeth fell off, which was a little funny.

"Coming..." the monk said hello.

Jiang Zongcheng nodded. "I wanted to come back after the new year, but... The master said to give me a surprise. The surprise was really big. When my grandson came back, he brought him along."

The monk smiled and nodded, "OK, OK, come in, have you eaten?"

The monk speaks with a trace of Central Plains accent, which sounds simple and honest.

"Not yet." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile. "He opened his eyes and came over."

The monk said, "there is in the pot, Sheng... Sheng go."

When he spoke, there was a stutter.

Zhong Bo walked carefully into the thatched cottage. There was a small iron pot. There was really half a pot of corn grits porridge in the iron pot, and there was a grate next to it. There were several black and yellow Wotou on it, washed dishes and chopsticks on the edge of the pot, and pickled shredded carrots in the stainless steel basin next to it.

Zhong Bo's heart trembled. All this seemed to be ready for them.

This monk is extraordinary.

At the moment, Jiang Zongcheng also came in. He was used to seeing the scene in front of him. He had been with the monk for three years. The monk often did something unexpected.

It's no surprise.

"The monk seems to know we're coming." Zhong Bo whispered, picked up the big bowl of rice, then went out with it, walked to Jiang Wuchen and handed him the big bowl.

Jiang Wuchen, learning from a monk, squatted in the corner and took a sip with a big bowl. "I haven't had this thick porridge for at least ten years. The key is good porridge."

The monk smiled and said, "it's not only ten years, but also three hundred years."

Jiang Wuchen was stunned and immediately smiled, "what do you call the master?"

"Monk... No, no name, call me... And... Monk." the monk stammered.

Jiang Wuchen said, "even a cat and dog should have a name. How can a master not have a name?"

"Yes, there used to be. When I was a layman, people... Called me Ximen... Ximen senior official." the monk said.

Jiang Zongcheng and Zhong bogang had just come out. Hearing this, they almost fainted.

Jiang Wuchen laughed, "Ximen senior official, monk, you are so funny."

"My destiny is to call Simon!"

"Oh, really?"

"I was picked up at the west gate of Qizhou." the monk could not speak clearly. Now he was chewing hard steamed bread, which was even more unclear.

Jiang Wuchen looked at Jiang Zongcheng, "is there a west gate in Qizhou?"

Jiang Zongcheng had been with monks for three years and had never inquired about the birth of monks. Then he said, "Ximen? There was this place in the old city during the period of the Republic of China. At that time, it was still the late Qing Dynasty. Qizhou was a city in the size of four gates.

Ximen existed at that time, but as the war took place, it was blown up by the war as early as the Anti Japanese war. Ximen is a historical place name, which may be recorded in Qizhou County chronicles. "

"You... Are right." the monk said with a smile, "I was born and grew up in Ximen. Everyone calls me a senior official, that is, a senior official of Ximen."

"What do you call it now? I still call you Simon monk?" asked Jiang Wuchen.

The monk shook his head and said, "after I became a monk, I didn't call Ximen again, and my master didn't give me... A name. The monks have six clean roots, and I don't... no name."

Jiang Wuchen said, "how do I call you?"

"Monk!" the monk said with a smile.

Zhong Bo squatted beside Jiang Wuchen and handed him a Wotou.

Jiang Wuchen bit the Wotou, which seemed very hard, but the entrance was not padded with teeth, which was very sharp.

"Coarse grain, eat more, no... no constipation," said the monk.

Jiang Wuchen smiled and said, "like you, are you still worried about constipation?"

The monk nodded, "worry."

Jiang Wuchen continues to look at the monk.

"Don't always look at me like this, I'll be shy." the monk said.

"Ha ha." Jiang Wuchen said, "I didn't expect that the master is very humorous. If you can live as free and easy as the master, the more things you can't see through in life."

The monk shook his head. "Yes, yes. I owe a woman in my heart."

Jiang Wuchen turns to look at him.

The monk smiled at Jiang Wuchen and said, "when I was young, I strengthened her!"

"Ah!" Zhong Bo exclaimed, "monk, you......" this is a hint of Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen smiled faintly and stopped Zhong Bo. He firmly believed that Grandpa wouldn't say it. After all, it's not a glorious thing.

The monk said, "I'm ashamed. I'm sorry for her, so I hide from her."

"Have you ever thought of making up for her?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

The monk shook his head. "I can't make up for it. I play with others. I tremble. They suffer all their life and can't... Make up for it."

Jiang Wuchen said, "did you just say you were hiding from her? The potential meaning is that she is still looking for you?"

"Yes... Yes." the monk said, "she's looking for me. I don't want to see her. I have no face."

Jiang Wuchen said, "I have made the same mistakes as you."

The monk nodded and said, "this mistake is not rare. Before temptation, men... Will... Will commit it."

"But my result is different from yours. I also feel guilty, but... What I think is that I want to find her and make up for her at a suitable opportunity?"

The monk shook his head, "you don't understand women at all. Once a woman hates a man, it's terrible. If you go to her, she may kill you!"

"Hehe, I'm not afraid of death."

"Just because you're not afraid of death doesn't mean you won't die," said the monk.

"Do you think I'll die?"

"Everyone will die. You are a person now." the monk looked up and drank all the porridge in the bowl, and stuffed the Wotou into his mouth. "When you are full, do some work. The toon sprouts over there are very high. I can't go up. Go up and give me enough, right?"

"Zhong!" Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

After breakfast, on several Chinese toon trees behind Nanshan Temple, Jiang Wuchen climbed up and picked some Chinese toon buds.

The monk said, "well, it's best to eat Chinese toon now. Wash it and add some salt. Tut Tut, if you have a little wine, it's beautiful."

"It's easy to handle. I have wine in my car. Have you drunk it?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

"Yes, many years ago," said the monk, licking his lips. "It's a delicious aftertaste. I made a mistake after drinking steamed 18!"