When a thin back looked as lightly as a cat, he could not hide the keen perception of Lun Wuxu who was holding the lamp in the Buddhist temple. He still poured oil into the lamp as if nothing had happened, and twisted the wick to make the entire hall look brighter, so that the gods and Buddhas worshipped to eat the fruits and other things in the discs when the lights were exhausted in the second half of the night. As for the movements outside, Lun Wuxu had already turned himself into a blind and deaf person.

There is a small path not far from the earthen wall on the east side of Chongsheng Temple. From time to time, pilgrims down the mountain pass by. Not everyone is afraid of the Buddha statues in Chongsheng Temple. I don’t know when rows of grass reeds were built outside the earthen wall. During the day, there were vendors selling fragrant wax. At night, this place became a homeless beggar and a homeless man. Not every beggar or homeless man can beg for food during the day. When he was so hungry that he wanted to bite the thighs of the people next to him, they began to turn their minds to Chongsheng Temple behind the earthen wall.

There were more people climbing over the wall and passing the yard. The earth wall became shorter and shorter. Even though the day before, it had just been covered with mud, it was restored to only one person tall that night. It was better to be loose than blocked. Behind the earth wall was a kitchen where Lun Wuxu had to open fire every day. Since Lun Wuxu thought of a way out for the Huo-headed monk, although things often dropped in the kitchen at night, the main halls were as calm as ever, and the earth wall was preserved as it is now.

"Mencius is compassionate". The steamed buns kneaded by Lun Wuxu are particularly popular. Everyone praises that it is chewy and likes to call it "Kung Fu steamed buns". But what others don't know is that the steamed buns that were kneaded and even made the dark and strong are soft and were already full. Since then, the monks have found that steamed buns of the same size as before, they are hungry before the meal time has arrived. When everyone accused Lun Wuxu for filling their pockets, the monk said, "He (Lun Wuxu) is so thin. You big ears and fat intestines are so embarrassed to accuse others here?" and then they refuted all the rumors.

The monk actually knew where the steamed buns made from the extra flour went, or to keep the man's compassion for the heavenly beings that his ex-master once preached, he and Lun Wuxu silently did a good deed that was completely unaware and understood.

After the monks went to the Buddhist temple to attend evening classes, Lun Wuxu would secretly put the steamed buns made from the flour in the steamer. At this time, there would always be some ragged and skinny men and children climbed over from the low wall. Perhaps they were already familiar with each other. They would not even leave a sound when they landed. They were complacent that they could escape the monks in Chongsheng Temple. They even felt that as long as they insisted on going up and down from the low wall, they would become masters. However, when a person found food to fill his stomach in the steamer, he threw this great cause behind his head and added food to live in the moment.

On the verge of life and death, they may believe in Buddhism, and they often do not enjoy these hard-earned steamed buns. They will gently take the spoils and quickly return to the crowded crowd of grass reeds to share the gifts of this kind-hearted person. Some people will even secretly put some copper plates that people finally asked for in the steamer to beg the Buddha to forgive their crime of stealing. When these poor people found the returned copper plates from the steamer, they realized that the Buddha behind the wall had already done a lot of silently for them, so when they got the steamer, they would kneel down and kowtow unanimously, thanking the increasingly rare kind-hearted people in Chongsheng Temple.

Lun Wuxu and the monks called these people who sneaked in from behind the low walls a mouse. Every time before breakfast, Lun Wuxu would swing a spoon and complain that the kitchen was harmed by the mouse again. In fact, the indirect words asked them to keep some energy to wait for the meal at night. The amount of porridge or steamed buns in the morning was insufficient, and it was a shortage of weight.

But today, the mouse seemed to be late. In order to find something to fill his stomach, he boldly walked into the hall. Perhaps he was lost at all. When the other party accidentally broke into the temple of the monks where Lun Wuxu was, Lun Wuxu had already jumped up and hid a tall Buddha statue, and carefully paid attention to the every move of the visitor.

The visitor didn't realize that in the huge monk's hall, apart from the clay sculptures and wooden sculptures of the monks from all ages, there was also a living monk hidden in the dark. The candle closest to the door twisted his body as he rushed in, and everything became quiet and peaceful again.

There are various offerings of fruits placed in front of the Buddha statues. This season is mainly the Haidong Sydney pears. The monks in the temple have long learned to apply a thick layer of white wax outside the pears, so that these pears can look as fresh and delicious as they were at first for a long time. The monks in the temple will never move the pears used to fool the gods, because those pears have long been broken from the roots.

When the thin monkey figure was about to reach out and grab a bright pear, a small stone with strong wind hit the man's palm without bias. Lun Wuxu originally thought that the man would escape in panic after suffering. When the other party raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue in front of him, he stood there like a rock. The look of surprise on his face made Lun Wuxu, who was trapped in his eyes, was a little confused.

With a 'bang', the man knelt directly on the cushion in front of the Buddha statue, then kowtowed three times respectfully, and left without saying a word.

Lun Wuxu didn't understand what was going on. He learned from the thin monkey to look up at the Buddha statue that was also glaring in the monk's hall, but he did not find out what was different from the Buddha statues around him. After he finished reading the row of dense boys at the base of the Buddha's niche, he realized that this Buddha statue was different from the Buddha statues around him. He was the last host, Master Wukong. I heard that he was like Dan Tai Qianyuan.
Chapter completed!