The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Founder, I told you that this time is not a joke. You are not allowed to play and disappear!" The county magistrate knows Founder so much that he has come so many times and almost disappeared every time the Founder plays, so this time Let ’s talk to Founder first.

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded ... he suddenly found out that he was understood, and it didn't look good.

However, the Fang Zheng thief smiled, and did not say that he would not disappear, nor did he say that he would disappear.

At this time, the county magistrate received a call. It seemed that something urgent had happened and he quickly left.

As soon as the magistrate left, Founder slammed the gates of the monastery and called the disciples together, saying, "Salt fish, if the government comes, you can cooperate with them. The rest, whoever asks, Just say I'm not there! Well, the poor monk is really not here! "

As soon as a few disciples were about to say something, they heard someone knocking at the door!

Founder froze and said quickly: "No matter who wants to see me, say that the poor monk is away!"

After that, Founder ran to the backyard, and then lie on the wall secretly to see the situation.

The monkey and his disciples looked helpless, but the monkey opened the gate of the temple. There are so many people outside, who are watching the stele. Now that there is no salty fish, naturally they have turned their sights to Yizhi Temple.

If Yizhi Temple keeps closing the door, it will be a bit unreasonable.

As soon as the door opened, sure enough, a hurry, a group of pilgrims poured in, and the incense rose into the sky like an empty blue dragon, extremely prominent.

The disciples also got busy, selling incense and selling incense, maintaining order and maintaining order, selling adorable and selling adorable, taking pictures and taking pictures ... busy and happy.

When Founder saw this, he was relieved and said, "It's okay, nothing is wrong."

However, this word only came down, and Founder saw a strange man walk into the temple.

The person's skin was dark, his brows were locked, he was carrying a large green canvas bag, and he was pressing the canvas bag with one hand, as if it contained something very important!

Founder raised an eyebrow, and was a little curious. After thinking about it, he jumped off the wall, cast a dream, and walked out.

"Baiyi said that the more dead people, the higher the reward. The closer the dead person is to Fang Zheng, the higher the reward ... What if Fang was killed?" Bai Yi's voice still sounded in the man's ear, and his heart also As he walked into Yizhi Temple, he became more nervous, subconsciously tightening the canvas bag.

Just then, a Buddhist horn sounded in his ear.

"Amitabha, donor, is there anything you need from a poor monk?"

The man's heart trembled, and he suddenly turned to look over, only to see a monk wearing a white monk's clothes did not know when he came behind him. The man stared nervously at Fang Zheng, and then his eyes suddenly flashed, even the fool could see it!

But Founder didn't seem to see it, and smiled, "Donor, is there anything you need from a poor monk?"

"Yes!" The man said.

"The donor, please." Founder said.

The man's breathing was also a bit quick, obviously his spirit was extremely tense, and he whispered: "It's hard to say here, go to a place where there is no one."

Founder nodded and said, "Okay, just go to the backyard. Salty fish, Jingxin, come here for a trip, and arrange things for you."

When the man heard it, he breathed more quickly.

Founder still didn't seem to know, and then greeted the man and walked to the backyard.

When the salted fish and red baby saw Fang Zheng running out, they suddenly felt weird. So they put down their things and went to the backyard.

In the backyard, Founder asked, "Door, what can you say?"

The man raised his head slightly, looked at Fang Zheng with a frenetic face, and was about to speak. He heard a voice from Ouyang Fenghua outside the courtyard: "You come to me! I tell you, you must apologize to Founder!"

"Don't ... it sounds good, doesn't mean it's magical ..." Chang Yun's voice rang.

During the conversation, Ouyang Fenghua came with Chang Yun, and the two did not rush into the backyard, but stood at the gate of the courtyard and wanted to shout. As a result, I saw Founder standing at the door ...

Ouyang Fenghua smiled suddenly "Master ..."

The man saw two more deaths, and the smile on his face became even heavier. He always remembered that the more people who were killed, the more reward!

Almost at the same time, the man yelled, "For the glory of the Red Devil, you all die!"

While the man shouted, the original hand holding the canvas bag was pulled out hard, his **** was holding a silver iron ring! As soon as the hoop is pulled, it wants to explode!

boom!

The flames in the canvas bag lit up instantly, and a group of horrible forces was about to explode!

At that moment, Chang Yun and Ouyang Fenghua did not respond at all, but at the moment when the other party blew a bomb and the bomb exploded, the two instinctively felt the coming of death, their bodies were cold, like falling into an ice cave, as if they would die next moment. !! They didn't have much time to think about it, and couldn't even react. They could only widen their eyes and wait for death ... Despair, extremely despair!

Almost at the same time, Founder patted the head of the red child, and the red child grinned and opened his mouth!

The man originally thought that the task was about to be overfulfilled, and his face was full of fanatical, crazy smiles!

However, his smile was frozen the next moment!

The panic of Chang Yun and Ouyang Fenghua also solidified on their faces, and then became shocked!

I saw the red baby's mouth wide open. As soon as the flame in the cloth bag under his armpit exploded the canvas bag, it turned into a tongue of fire and flew into the air, then all turned into the little monk's mouth!

As for the iron scraps and steel **** exploded from the explosion, they seemed to have been drained, and when they slammed, they fell to the ground!

At that moment, the man was dumbfounded and looked at the scene in front of him with disbelief. I thought of Baiyi in my mind: "Although I don't know if Fang is really capable, you shouldn't touch him. Go to the mountain and bomb those ordinary people, and kill a few. If you can kill a few of his disciples Even better. Remember, don't try to blow up Founder! Don't touch him until we have accurate information! "

The man's heart is extremely bitter. He is greedy, but the information in white clothes is also wrong. Not only the Founder can do magic in this temple, but his disciples also have magic! This is not a temple at all, this is a Buddhist country!

"The donor, it seems that the poor monk can't die. In that case, how about sitting and sitting?" Fang Zheng pointed at the table and chairs not far away.

The man looked at Fang Zheng with a complex face, then sighed, as if confessing his fate, followed Fang Zheng to walk over, and sat in the mountain of chairs, and said, "What can I do if the bomb can't kill you? What can I do? It's up to you. "

Founder smiled slightly at Ouyang Fenghua, then followed.