The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Oh? How to save?" Founder asked.

The system uses a tone that you are an idiot: "The reason why the porridge is cooked so long is that the materials used by the mute laba porridge are not the materials of your world. It is very troublesome to cook on any fire. But you don't have to hide the magic Let the red baby add some ingredients directly, and the speed of porridge cooking will naturally increase! You still have more than half of the night, can you finish cooking with another pot of porridge? "

When Founder heard it, he slaps his bald head directly, isn't it? It's just a matter of changing a pot of porridge! But he is still thinking about that!

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng suddenly stunned, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, his hands folded, and said silently: "If a pot of porridge is not working, then change a pot, everything in the world is like this! The poor monk thought more ! "

At this moment, Founder completely wanted to open it, and the magical power was the new pot of porridge. The low-key is still low-key, but there is no need to hide. The world knows no hell, so Zhang Kuang has no fear. Since he is here, then **** and the paradise world should reappear! He wants to give rules to the wicked people in this world ... Give the bad porridge of this world a good pot!

Founder asked Dulang to inform the red baby about the congee change, and he returned to the zen room refreshingly and fell asleep.

The people outside were already excited because of the noise of Founder, sitting one by one by the bonfire, bragging, laughing at the mountains, and spitting stars flying all over the sky. It's as if it wasn't the Founder who just flew to the sky, but them.

They were chatting, and suddenly someone said, "Hey, Master Jingxin has opened the pot!"

When everyone heard it, they immediately looked at it subconsciously. Fang is the nirvana of a living Buddha who can blow his whole life, but eating Laba porridge may be this time, so they care more about the survival of Laba porridge.

As a result, she saw that the red baby dumped the porridge from the big pot into a huge wooden bucket, and then poured it one pot at a time ...

When the crowd was about to say something, suddenly their eyes lighted up, and then they breathed the air greedily!

"His ... It's so fragrant!" Song Ergou exclaimed: "It's more fragrant than last year!"

"Who just said that the pot is made of water? Damn, if it's water, what do I usually drink? Horse urine?"

"How do I feel that I usually drink less than horse urine?" Someone burst into tears.

Many people have resonance ...

At this moment, Song Ergou rushed up first. He was smart and human, and when he saw the red baby started to pour out the porridge, he immediately got his mind and ran to him and asked, "Jingxin Master, shall we cook this porridge? Alright? Look ... can you want me a bowl? "

While talking, Song Ergou passed the washbasin in his hand.

When everyone saw this, they suddenly hesitated, and then scolded the Song Ergou chicken thief one by one. At the same time, they also extended their necks and tightened their thighs. As long as the red baby nodded, they rushed over immediately! If you can't grab the first, you can grab a second! Worst, you have to have a mouthful of porridge!

Everyone understands that there are a lot of nine blackpots, but there are more people waiting to drink porridge! Want to drink porridge? If you don't come up with a desperate posture, you may not drink it!

however……

"The cooking is done, but the porridge is bad. Master asked the poor monk to collect this pot of porridge and cook again." Hong Haier said.

Everyone heard it, and was immediately anxious! This fragrant porridge is said to be bad? Want to cook again? This monk is too bad!

"Master Jingxin, I have traveled north and south for so many years, and I have not smelled such a fragrant porridge. You say that it is so good and delicious, you are cooking it badly, you are purely not leaving the kitchen alive." A tourist called. .

"Yeah, Master Jingxin, I'm a cook. I'm not a blower. I was in the best Songwu restaurant in Songwu County. I thought it was a personal thing in Songwu County, but I saw it today. The porridge you cooked suddenly felt like I was making **** ... I know that the monks at your fingertips like to be humble. Our Chinese virtue is also humble, but when you are humble, can you give your colleagues a way to live? " A man with a big face and a thick neck complained bitterly.

However, after listening to his complaint, everyone didn't know why, and always felt very funny.

"Master Jingxin, are you kidding me? Such a fragrant porridge is still boiled? If you hate it, you might as well give it to me." Song Ergou didn't believe it. The Laba porridge that I ate last year was almost like this, even this year's Almost, that's top food too! There aren't too many of these things. If you put them at home, that's the treasure of the town shop! Worry about your own farmhouse business in the future?

The others were not stupid, and immediately followed, "Yeah, Master Jingxin, I think this porridge is very good. Otherwise, give it to us."

The red baby looked at everyone. You porridge was obviously cooked, but you did n’t give it to us, and you lied to us that the eyes were boiled, and my heart felt infinitely wronged. He also experienced for the first time the founder's feeling of telling the truth and no one believed it. This is really a clean act!

But everyone is right. Since this porridge is boiled, giving it to someone seems like nothing ...

So the red child said, "Wait a minute, the poor monk goes to ask the teacher, if the teacher allows it, it will be given to everyone."

The crowd nodded again and again, and looked at the red child who turned away with anticipation.

"Master, this is the case, look ..." Red Baby asked.

Founder thought for a while, and said, "These Laba porridges are kept, we ca n’t eat them, and it ’s not a problem to give them some. But these porridges are limited. After all, we ca n’t make bad porridges indefinitely, right? There are so many people, and so many people bring pots, I am afraid they are not enough ... "

The red child said, "Yeah, so I didn't dare to agree. Master, you have so many ideas, what do you think you should do?"

Founder touched his chin and smiled, "Don't they think we're lying? Then tell them, those who have these porridges can't take tomorrow's porridge. Choose one, don't choose more!"

When Red Baby heard it, her eyes suddenly turned on, and she nodded quickly: "Just do it!"

So the red babe ran away.

At the same time, Yamashita, Yizhi Village.

"Police, police! Here! Police uncle, help! Frozen to death! Does anyone care!" Fang Kui yelled at two passing policemen.

The police stopped slowly, a policewoman jumped out of the car first, then looked at Fang Kui with a strange look, and asked, "What are you doing? Bound yourself? Call the police yourself? Your winter, Make us play? I can tell you, it's against the law to report false police! "