The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

The lone wolf put down the old hen without talking, and the old hen gurgles, and the Founder understands it.

The old hen said: "Master saves life! I'm a good chicken from Yamashita! There is a master! This prodigal wolf cub caught me in the henhouse while the old lady didn't notice! Help! I don't want to die! Oh! "

Founder was very speechless. Looking at the old hen so frustrating, he estimated that even if he was not a monk, he would not be able to kill the chicken by hand, would he? He began to suspect that the system had given him the purpose of this ability, and must have been uneasy.

"Okay, don't call it. This morning, what I know is the old hen is calling, I don't know I thought you've knocked you to the ground." Founder said this, and a strange picture flashed in his head. When he was disgusted, he waved quickly: "Dol wolf, send it back, don't steal the chicken in the future. We will solve it if we eat it."

Although the lone wolf was reluctant, he nodded and went down the mountain carrying the fat chicken.

Da Lao Yuan's Founder heard the big fat chicken clucking there: "Thank you Master! Thank you Master for not killing you! What a dead dog, what fierce? Stare me? I stare at you too! Who is afraid of who Ah? Do you dare to eat me? Are you afraid of the master? #### &&

When Fang Zheng listened to the words of Xu Su, he finally understood why the ancients described the old man as an old hen! This is more embarrassing than a duck ... At the same time, Founder sympathized with the lone wolf fiercely, and his ears were absolutely sinned when he went down the mountain.

The lone wolf was sent away, Fang Zheng's stomach groaned, and he was hungry!

Founder found the flowerpot in which the crystal rice seeds were planted for the first time, but before he approached, he smelled a fragrance! It was Mi Xiang, with a touch of appetite in its elegance!

The Founder looked closely, and saw a two-meter-high rice growing in the flower pot. The rice was filled with rice, grains, and gold-colored rice clothes could not cover the white crystals inside. Zhang broke a few points and arched out.

That scent is exuded from the crystal rice. Although the distance is not far from more than ten meters, it is better than all the rice found by Founder! You don't need to cook, just smell the taste, and Founder felt that he was the same as a treasure. The life-saving rice in the rice bowl was just dregs and could not be imported.

Just as Fangzheng was distracted, with a bang, a grain of rice swelled and fell off! Then, like a chain reaction, all the crystal rice fell off by themselves!

Founder hurried over to collect rice. I did n’t know if I did n’t collect it. I was shocked when I received it. There was even a pound of crystal rice on this ear of rice! The output is simply amazing!

Under normal circumstances, the yield of a single rice plant is all about grams. Founder's first thought was that if the rice seeds could be sold out in batches, it would be difficult to get rich! And for those countries lacking clothing and food, this is definitely a great merit to save people!

Thinking of saving countless people, the results after countless draws, Founder's saliva was almost flowing out. But the thought of that price instantly extinguished all the ideas of Founder.

Three hundred dollars a seed, this is definitely a sky-high seed. If he really sells it, it is estimated that he will be sprayed to death on that day! Yield of a pound is useless, a pound of 300 yuan, the same is the price of rice!

Most importantly, Founder really has no money! The purchase of system products must be money contaminated with merits. Such money can only be counted down by the believer's piety. However, this kind of money is based on the flourishing incense of a temple, and Founder estimates that he could not buy too many seeds on the day of his death, and he could guarantee that he would not starve to death. As for the other people in Enze-dreaming!

"I just hope that the incense will be flourishing in the future. It will really become the largest temple in the world. The sesame oil will definitely be indispensable. By then, the seeds will not be affordable ..." Fang Zheng muttered, and then asked: "System brother, this kind of child Take it out, with the technological capabilities of our world, can it be cracked? Or copied, improved or something? "

"How can the ants understand the odds? This is a question." The system answered humorously.

Fang Zheng gave up the idea decisively. The existence of the system cannot be explained scientifically, and this crystal rice must be the same.

Founder asked again: "Can the crystal rice in my hand be planted again as a seed?"

"No, these rice can only be used for eating, no other use." System said.

Founder shook his head helplessly. Since it can only be used for eating, eat it! Put the rice in the rice bowl first. If you have invested 300 rice in the ocean, you must try it first!

So Founder ran to cook the rice in a pot. Founder was alone. One rice was enough. One pound of rice was saved, and he could eat for a day or two.

This rice is crystal clear and does not need to be washed at all. Add rice to the pot, add water, and burn the firewood. The rest is just waiting.

A few minutes later, a scent of fragrance came out of the pot, and the Founder didn't know if it was hungry or what. When he smelled the rice fragrance, he felt a sense of fluttering and said, "I have never smelled such a fragrance in my life. Rice! It would be nice if the old man was still there. He would definitely laugh and miss Amitabha with a bite of this kind of rice. "

Thinking of a finger monk, Fang Zheng's maggots were also weighed down by a slight miss.

At the same time, three people came to the mountain.

"Village chief, this is too ridiculous, isn't it? The temple of one finger is about to collapse? We have seen it a while ago, and I still sent the official documents of the government. What are some college students saying? We lied to them? Also said that the temple was very new ... it was too ridiculous. "A man complained in a dark blue cloth and a flat hat.

"Okay, it's all the way up, what's the use of talking about this mess? Would you know if you look at it?" Camouflage pants, canvas shoes, and a pale green jacket with a little yellow white shirt This is Wang Yougui, the head of the village in the lower part of the mountain. Before speaking, it was Yang Ping, the accountant in the village. Another old man, like a gourd, is Tan Juguo, the village secretary.

The three people did not intend to go up to the mountain again. After all, the mountain was a bit steep, and the steps up the mountain were occupied by moss. Today, only some old hunters and occasional outdoor enthusiasts come to climb the mountain.

As for going up the mountain to worship the Buddha, there are only a few old people who are nostalgic. Now that a finger monk is no longer there, the old people have stopped thinking about it and are not coming.

The three talked and reached the top of the mountain. When they looked up, they all froze.

"Yang Ping, this is what you mean by a rotten wall, a broken finger temple? If this is a rotten wall or a broken tile, your family is not as good as a pigpen!" Without waiting for the village chief's instruction, Tan Juguo has blown his beard Staring.