"Is that right? A man is a real man, what's wrong with no magic power? Just do the same! Come on, come on, come on, come on!"

The old salted fish was holding a crutch on the side, and their saliva was flying everywhere.

Fang Zheng went up and kicked: "You work too, don't be lazy!"

The salted fish glanced at Fangzheng, muttering and didn't know what he was talking about. Then his eyes turned, and the guy pierced his head in the sand dune, and his tail flicked and he actually crawled in.

Fang Zheng didn't care about him either. The monkey on the other side had already taken action, but like Fang Zheng, he was both flesh and blood, and he was not as good as the strong body and racial talent of the Lone Wolf and Red Boy, so he dug very slowly.

Look at the squirrel again. This little thing is as fat as a ball, and is digging hard with her butt on her back. However, the amount after digging for a long time is equivalent to the amount of sand Fang Zheng holds.

However, Fang Zheng did not let him stop and just pretended to have lost weight for him.

Fang Zheng looked around, and there was an endless sea of ​​sand. At first glance, it stretched to the end of the sky.

Fang Zheng jumped into the classic car and chose a direction: "You dig, I'll go around and see if there are people, villages, tools, etc. If you can find the water source, it would be better..."

Speaking of this, Fang Zheng asked the system in his heart: "System, can I move?"

System: "Ding! This is the place designated by the Buddha. If you move away forcibly, you will receive punishment for violations. The specific punishment will be determined by the Buddha."

Fang Zheng wanted to attract the Buddha's petty personality and decisively gave up the idea of ​​moving.

"Let's go, go north." Fang Zheng slapped the steering wheel and faced the classic lane.

The old car replied: "Master, I haven't added fuel for a long time."

"Can't you move without oil?" Fang Zheng asked.

The classic car replied: "This..."

Fang Zheng said: "Then there is nothing. I'll contact you for an abandoned car treatment factory."

boom!

The old car kicked the accelerator and rushed out with black smoke spraying on his butt: "Do work for the master, you can run away even if you are hungry!"

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while.

A classic car can no longer be called a car, but a monster. Does the monster still need to drink gasoline? Who has ever seen someone playing the pipa spirit before it can move?

Thinking that the classic car and salted fish have been getting closer recently, Fang Zheng said earnestly: "If you stay away from that salted fish in the future, it will not be a good product. If you take care of you, you will easily get beaten up."

The classic car said yes, but Fang Zheng was not sure whether he listened or not.

After driving the classic car and walking around for a long time, Fang Zheng finally confirmed that he had been thrown into the center of the desert where birds could not shit. Not to mention the village, there was no bird feather around him.

Back to the initial dunes, Red Boy was still digging sand in a hurry, but the speed of the lone wolf was significantly reduced. Although this guy is tall and has a big wolf and has a lot of physical strength, he is incomparable to an old monster like Red Boy.

As for the squirrel, he was running hard on the slope dug by the lone wolf, and he was buried inside if he ran slowly.

The monkeys helped out slowly. Generally speaking, everyone was not slow and had already dug a big hole.

"Master, I've dug something!" The lone wolf suddenly shouted.

Fang Zheng jumped out of the old car and rushed over, lay down and looked at it, his eyes shining: "The roof! I'm almost digging the place, work harder, digging the window, I'll find some tools to help you dig it."

At this moment, the sand surging, and then a small sandbag arched, and the catfish came out cursingly: "I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be... Damn, there's sand in the gills."

Fang Zheng looked at the old hooligan and frowned slightly: "Salted fish, what did you do just now?"

The salted fish struggled hard and pulled out a handle of something from the sand. He jumped out of the sand and pulled it hard, and he pulled out a shovel.

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up immediately: "Skip?"

The salted fish raised his head proudly and said, "No, it's not a shovel, is it a rice shovel?"

Fang Zheng did not compete with the salted fish, so he took the shovel and said, "Get two more hands out, and get some other tools."

The salted fish said coquettishly: "Now, do you know who is useful? Sometimes, it's useless to have a physical body, but no brain. In addition, you dug the wrong place, which is the backyard. The place where the stupid child is digging is the main hall!"

After saying that, this guy noticed two bad eyes, and he decisively plunged into the sand and disappeared.

Red Boy hummed, "Senior Brother, let's play the salted fish ball in the future."

The lone wolf nodded vigorously: "I'm studying football recently."

Red Boy smiled...

With a shovel, Fang Zheng can also help. With the shovel in hand, it is much more convenient to clean the sand.

With the second and third shovels were dragged out by the salted fish. After the monkey and Red Boy had shovels, their working speed instantly increased by several levels.

At the same time, salted fish were able to figure out the terrain in the sand, and everyone soon discovered that the temple was not buried deep. They dug the right place and dug it to the roof of the hall in a few seconds. As a result, the lone wolf stepped on the empty foot and directly crushed the roof and fell into it.

Fang Zheng jumped into the big hole and stood in the dilapidated Yijing Temple. Fang Zheng found that his mood was not only not depressed, but was surprisingly quiet, familiar, peaceful and warm.

This is what Yizhi Temple has not been upgraded by the system. It has various traces of Yizhi Zen Master and also has Fang Zheng’s childhood memories.

Every place here, Fang Zheng can think of all the things he did when he was a child.

The broken futon, the Zen master of Yijing often sat on it with him and told the story of the Buddha feeding eagles with flesh;

The broken wooden fish has long been unable to knock, and it is a toy with few square positions;

A broken stick next to the debris was used by Zen Master when he was old and tied it to his hands as a crutch;

There was a piece of red cloth under the Bodhisattva, which was reduced by the Zen Master Yijing because he wanted to make a cloth pocket for the tiger-killing team;

...

Looking at these things, Fang Zheng felt a soreness on his nose and wanted to cry.

Click!

A chubby thing hit Fang Jian's head, then rolled all the way and fell on Fang Zheng's chest, pulled Fang Zheng's clothes hard, and then stabilized his body. It was the fallen squirrel.

The squirrel looked up and saw Fang Zheng's appearance.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Squirrel asked curiously.

Fang Zheng held the squirrel with one hand, touched his head and said, "It's nothing, I just miss your Grand Master."

He wiped away the tears in his eyes and stood in front of the only Buddha statue in the temple. Guanyin gave the child and held his hands together to greet him. At this moment, he suddenly understood why the Buddha had to take back everything he had before him.

This is not a punishment, it is helping him return to his original heart!

He can give up everything for the world, he can save people in this world, but can he save himself?

If you can save all the people in the world and not save yourself, what will you talk about becoming a Buddha?

He always has something he can't let go of. If he can't let go, why should he talk about becoming a Buddha?

...

After thinking it through, Fang Zheng smiled: "Bodhisattva, Buddha, thank you."

After saying that, Fang Zheng turned around and picked up the shovel and greeted his disciples: "It's time to work!"

The handling of yellow sand is very troublesome. Dig here and flow down there.

Moreover, the sand dunes that Fang was about to clean were not ordinary, and the Yizhi Temple occupied a lot of land. If you want to dig out the sand dunes, unlike digging a cellar, he needed to dig out all the sand and soil covered on it.

Fortunately, the sand was not covered deeply. After the efforts of Master Fang Zheng and his disciples, they finally dug out the dead Bodhi trees in the main hall and the front yard in the middle of the night.

Looking at the Bodhi tree that died again, Fang Zheng gently stroked its trunk and smiled: "Old guy, you are dead, born and dead, and the cycle of life and death is alternating. I am afraid you will really become a spirit in the future, right? Don't worry, I will let you live again."

Before dawn, Fang Zheng and others finally dug out the temples that had entered the front and back. When Fang Zheng opened the dilapidated gate, a ray of sunlight pierced the horizon of the sea of ​​sand and shone on the temple. The dilapidated old temple seemed to have come alive, with less moonlight and more color and spirit. The sunlight shone on the monks who opened the gate.

The monk was wearing ordinary worn monk's clothes, with dust on his head and clothes, but his eyes looked extremely bright, which made people subconsciously ignore the dirty things on his body, and only felt that he was clean and a little uninhibited by the fireworks of the world.

This scene made the disciples who were still digging sand outside a little dazed, as if their master's supernatural powers were still there, as if the ragged monk robe on his body was still the moon-white monk robe that was always dust-free and dirt-free...

"Although the master has no supernatural powers, his artistic conception is still there, and his spirit is higher than his physical body, so everyone will ignore the dirt on his body and only see the light in his eyes." The most sensible monkey sighed.

Everyone agreed and nodded.

The stinky salted fish not only nodded, but also expressed their approval.

In the sun, the monk narrowed his eyes, then smiled, clasped his hands together and stood at the door, shouting to Dongfang: "The sun is coming out, the disciples are working casually, it's getting hot during the day!"

Immersed in this beautiful scenery, several apprentices who were in the atmosphere rolled their eyes and cursed in their hearts: This fucking master is too good to destroy the atmosphere. As expected, he is just beautiful in his skin, and his mouth still smells big!

But soon they knew that Fang Zheng was right!

As the sun rose, the temperature in the desert began to soar. Not long after, the group of people became sweating profusely. Not to mention the lone wolf, the squirrels and monkeys were sticking out their tongues.

Only the salted fish were lying happily on the sand and basking in the sun, sighing while slapping: "The smell of childhood..."

"Master, it's too hot, is there water?" the squirrel asked pitifully.

Fang Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly. He forgot the most important thing. He had complete things in the temple, but there was no water!

He drove the classic car for a long time before, and there was no water in the place where he saw sight.

Just when Fang Zheng was worried, the little squirrel ran to the door, opened his mouth with a big mouth, and spit out a mouthful of sand...

"Ding! The cleaning task is completed..."
Chapter completed!