The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Founder: "Well, the poor monk really can't say clearly."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know clearly, find time to show me what it looks like?" Jing Yan immediately revealed the little fox's tail. As a reporter, she was born with a curiosity, didn't understand it, and couldn't sleep at night. These days, she has been tortured not only by high-pressure news releases, but also by her curiosity.

Fang Zheng heard the words and smiled bitterly: "The donor, I am afraid that I will disappoint you. To be honest, the coincidence of that day attracted two bodhisattvas, and the result was a series of negative things. You see, the poor monks are I don't know how to show you. "

Founder is telling the truth, in fact, the situation that day, he still feels faint at the moment. At that time, the bell and drum Qiming alarmed, the blood was shining, and Founder was anxious, but with the magical powers he knew, none of them could help. In eagerness, as if to understand something, he communicated the Wanfo card in the Wanfo Temple in a dim way!

That's right, Founder didn't communicate to the Bodhisattva, but communicated the ten thousand cards!

He wants to use the power of the Buddha to help himself! As a result, he didn't expect it, and he was so successful! Let him make a big splash!

In fact, if he knew that using the power of the bodhisattva would cause such a big storm, or if he could calm down a little, he would let the red baby save the person instead of making such a sudden. After all, being in the limelight has advantages and disadvantages. He is so lazy, he still likes to make a lot of money ...

The limelight was out, but the founder found the problem the next day. He used the three magical powers of Tianyan, Wisdom and Fayan with the power of Wanfo. As a result, when he used it the next day, he couldn't use it at all!

Ask the system, the reason given by the system is simple: overuse your eyes, just rest for a while.

Founder was not assured, and asked: How long?

The system lazily said: It depends on your own resilience, wait. Fast words, three or two days, slow words, three or two years. But it will always be fine ...

...

To this day, it's okay not to mention it. When I mention the Founder, my heart is bitter ... Sure enough, I pretended to be struck by lightning! Retribution!

Jing Yan was very trusting. Fang Zheng said so, and she nodded. "Well, if you have a chance in the future, you must show me."

Founder nodded.

"Do you really have supernatural power?" Jing Yan still couldn't help but gossip.

What can Founder say? Catch the salty fish that can't be idle in the back, and let the salted fish answer.

As a ten-year-old churros, salted fish is not comparable to Founder's ability to pull skins, but I was stunned by Dong Laxi's great reporter.

At the airport, Jing Yan pulled out a pair of sunglasses and founder.

Founder froze and said, "What are you doing for the poor monk?"

"You are a celebrity now, and you don't want to be recognized. If you have all kinds of troubles, hurry up." Jing Yan said.

Founder just remembered that he was a celebrity! So thank you, "Thank you, donate temporarily, come back to you."

Jing Yan heard that and gave him a big white eye, and muttered, "No wonder being a monk, he is a straight male cancer patient!"

"Door, what are you talking about?" Fang Zheng patronized with sunglasses and didn't hear clearly.

Jing Yan coughed: "It's okay, stand up, let me see ... wow!"

"Donation, what's wrong?" Founder corrected his sunglasses and said in his heart: Is it too ugly?

"It's okay, but I didn't expect this sunglasses to be so suitable for you. I thought that the monk would look nonsense when wearing sunglasses, but wearing it on you is good, very good! Hehe." Jing Yan laughed.

Fang Zheng was wearing a white monk's clothes, with sunglasses rounded, with a soft arc, matching his handsome face, he was a bit handsome.

Fang Zheng was relieved. He didn't care much about beauty and ugliness, but he was afraid of making a fool of himself. Just don't be awkward ...

Jing Yan helped Founder go through the formalities, and the ticket money was found by Founder himself. In response to this, Jing Yan founder insisted, and she followed the Founder. The visa is issued upon arrival. A local friend from Jing Yan will help Founder to solve it. So Fang Zheng, a rookie who has never been abroad, goes smoothly.

It's just that the Founder's smile didn't last long. He sent away Jing Yan and entered the security check ...

"This mage, you're just going abroad, and you will be back soon. Parting doesn't have to be so uncomfortable." Said a kind female security inspector.

When Founder heard it, he was speechless. He was sad and red. Is he homesick? He regrets it! Regret to burn those things arbitrarily! How much money would it save otherwise!

Just then, another security inspector waved a salted fish and asked, "Who is this salted fish?"

Founder hurried to the female security inspector in front of her: "Thank you, the poor monk is just a little sad."

After that, he smiled slightly at the female security inspector and hurried over to pick up the salted fish.

The female security inspector was smiled by Founder's brilliant smile, and suddenly smiled and chuckled in place, and then whispered with a flushed face: "Really, why is a monk so handsome ... The monk should not be married yet. It should still be vulgar ... Ah, what do you want to do? Work! "

"This mage, what do you do to bring a salted fish abroad? Fortunately, if you go to YN country, if you go to country M, you won't allow any cured meat." The male security inspector helped Founder wrap the salted fish in a black cloth. Said aside.

What can Founder say? Ca n’t you say you took a salty fish disciple to a meeting?

So Founder laughed and said nothing.

The male security inspector said, "Yes, your salted fish is overweight. You have to go through the consignment. In addition, you can't pack it. You need to repack it."

Founder heard, overweight? Packaging is not OK? Still shipping? Suddenly, Founder was anxious. The old loach of salted fish looked in front of him, he was not at ease. Put it in the place of consignment, maybe something is going to happen!

Just as Founder was about to say something, an enthusiastic male security inspector had contacted a woman to assist Founder in packing.

Fang Zheng had no choice but to follow up. It took more than a hundred of Founder to pack, and Founder really felt that his heart was bleeding ... At the same time, I was glad I brought the money out, otherwise it would be miserable!

Carrying the packed cardboard box, he heard the salty fish complain in it: "Master, open a hole in the hole, panic!"

"Wait a while!" Fang Zheng whispered, and then found a place, pulled out the box with two holes, and then checked it.

"Well?" Not far away, an old man in a mid-dress, sitting upright, suddenly said in surprise.

A girl with a ponytail and a decent sportswear followed her looked very youthful and energetic. The girl frowned. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just seemed to see a familiar figure, as if it was hosted by the turbulent Yizhi Temple on the Internet, Founder." The old man said.