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Chapter 278 The old monk is here again!
"Wolf!"

A female worker had finished eating and walked out of the cafeteria holding on to the door frame. As soon as she landed, she saw a gray shadow running past, which scared her so much that she screamed loudly!

There was an uproar in the factory. Accountant Mi, who had not drunk much, hurriedly asked people to close the door of the wool factory to prevent the wolves from sneaking in and hurting people while everyone was drunk!

Everyone searched but found no trace of the wolf. They all yawned and went back to sleep. Sun Jianping was very puzzled. It seemed that the figure...

where have you seen.

There was nothing to say all night. By the time Sun Jianping got up from the kang the next day, it was already past seven in the morning. Zhang Ziyi was holding his aching head and complaining about the poor quality of the wine on the grassland. After drinking it all!
"Jianping is up, hurry up and pack up, wash your face and eat!" Zhang Ziyi handed him the shoes, "Emma will not drink with these old Mongolians in the future. She vomited for half the night last night!"

"Haha, how can we drink better than others?"

Sun Jianping put on his shoes and went to the ground, pushed open the door and came outside. The early morning sun shone on the grassland, reflecting the condensed dewdrops into colorful rays.

Sun Jianping looked around and saw a lush scene on the grassland. It rained well this year and the grass grew well. There was green everywhere, and even the air was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers and plants.

The dew is heavy and the cattle and sheep will easily get sick if they eat it, so the herdsmen have to wait for the dew to evaporate before letting the cattle and sheep out. Wulong Ma is still standing in the stable like a loyal guard, hearing his footsteps , a pair of sharp ears turned half a circle like radar, opened its big eyes, and hissed at him.

Good morning, master!

Sun Jianping pulled up the remaining grass from last night. When he reached out and touched the grass, it was already a little warm, but it did not affect the animals' consumption.

The weather is great!

After feeding the horse, he set up a pergola and looked into the distance. Steamed by the heat of the sun, the dewdrops condensed on the grass leaves slowly evaporated. A hazy mist rose from the grassland, like a dream, and was reflected by the sunlight. The colorful light is so beautiful.

Suddenly he seemed to see a familiar shadow!

An old gray-backed wolf with a white beard was sitting on the grassland, looking at him with his head tilted!
It came here anyway!
Sun Jianping waved to the gray-backed old wolf. The old wolf glanced at him, stood up, and walked deeper into the grassland step by step.

The early morning dew wet the four legs of the old wolf. It took two steps and then stopped, lowering its head, staring at a hole in the ground the size of a wine bottle with its gray eyes.

After a while, the old wolf turned around again, holding a prairie squirrel in his mouth, biting off its neck, lying on the ground and started to grunt.

"What's going on with this wolf?"

Sun Jianping took the black horse and wanted to go out for a look. In the distance, he saw a thin figure slowly appearing on the horizon, wearing a tattered ocher red monk's robe and holding a cane in his hand. , the old monk walked straight to the gray-backed wolf, and the old wolf unexpectedly squatted next to the old man, with a low eyebrow and a tame look!
He squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk walking towards the sun, with an expression of surprise on his face!
this is not……

Monk Zabu!

He is still alive!
The old monk also saw Sun Jianping and walked over with a smile. Although he was already eighty years old this year, he was neither deaf nor blind, and walked like the wind. He rushed to Sun Jianping in a few steps, clasped his hands and said, "Little donor , long time see."

"Master, where are you from?"

"Haha, people who are outsiders have no fixed abode and are at home all over the world." The old monk raised his nose and took a sniff. "The smell of mutton is so strong. Have you cooked the mutton?"

This old man has a really sharp nose!
Sun Jianping curled his lips helplessly, "Well, I came here to deliver salt and alkali, and they invited me to eat here..."

"I'm so greedy, give me a whole bowl!" The old monk didn't want to listen to his nonsense, and begged as he clucked his lips and stared straight at the smoking kitchen.

"bring it on!"

Sun Jianping didn't know if it was good to bring people in to make a living without the approval of Factory Director Bilige, but thinking that the old monk was too old to refuse, he shamelessly led him into the wool factory.

Looking at the tanned sheepskins one by one, the old monk clasped his hands together and recited the Purana Sutra in his mouth to save the souls of these animals.

Everyone in the factory looked in surprise as Sun Jianping brought in a ragged old monk from outside. They all came forward to greet the master. Even Bilige put down his half-shaving razor and hurried away. He came out and shook hands with the old monk vigorously!
"Master, you don't come to invite you on weekdays. Why are you so free to visit our place today?"

"Haha, I'm hungry for meat. I know you're here as a distinguished guest. Let's slaughter the sheep and stew them. Come and mix in some delicious food." The old monk smiled heartily, "How's the factory? How's your home? How's the cattle and sheep?"

"Everything is fine, TOEFL, our factory has hired a god!" Factory Director Bilige respectfully held the old monk's hand into the cafeteria, and ordered the chef to make a bowl of mutton soup for the master first, so that he could get rid of the pain. The morning chill!
"No, no, no, let's serve the meat. I've been craving it for days!" As the old monk was talking and laughing, a layer of hazy mist could be seen rising around him. It turned out that he relied on his own heat to evaporate all the dew on his body!

This old monk is so amazing!
"Yes, yes, hurry up and put on the meat!"

Director Bilig personally brought him a plate full of mutton shank. The old man didn't dip it in soy sauce, chive flowers or anything else, he just pulled it over, raised his cheeks and started cooking!
Everyone watched eagerly as the old monk cooked a large plate full of mutton like a storm!

Finally, he burped and leaned back comfortably on the chair. Bilige hurriedly brought a bowl of milk tea, "You keep slipping away!"

The old monk didn't refuse, grabbed it, and drank it all. He wiped his mouth and stood up, "Eat and drink enough, I'm leaving first!"

"Master, you said that you are not young at all, so you should stay with me and I will take care of you until the end of your life, okay?"

Factory Director Bilige saw the old man coming and going in a hurry, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. The old man laughed, lightly pushed on his shoulder, and pushed the tall Bilige back two steps!
"Where is home?"

The old monk asked in reply, which confused everyone!
"Home is where your heart is!"

He strode up to Factory Director Bilige, reached out and patted his shoulder, "I'm leaving, you guys go get busy!"

After saying that, the old man walked out of the cafeteria in a few steps and ran straight to the grassland in the eyes of everyone in amazement. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared without a trace!
"It's really a dragon that sees its head but not its tail!"

Bilige stood outside, looking at the old man's retreating figure, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration!
Come and go as you please, free and easy as you please, not stained by the worldly world!

This is a person who has great cultivation ability!
The gray-backed wolf also ran behind Monk Zabu, looking back from time to time and barking twice at Sun Jianping.

"Uncle, in this vast prairie, Master is just like this...if we encounter any danger..."

Sun Jianping was a little worried, but Bilige smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid you don't know that this old monk has the ability to capture dragons and bind tigers. Who can hurt him even in this huge grassland?"

"Isn't that right? The master has extraordinary abilities, but he is too kind-hearted. A few years ago, he was hung by a group of young people from a tree and beaten until he vomited blood. He did not touch a finger of those children. Instead, he said they were his own. Doom..."

An aunt wearing a headscarf came over and sighed repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)