The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"It's good to be here, money can't run away." Bai Wenshui smiled.

The ghost also laughed.

"Leave, wait to the shore!" Baiwen Waterway.

The ghost turned back and gave a gesture to the other fishing boat. The two fishing boats docked one after another, but did not actually dock, but kept a certain distance.

At the same time, Fangzheng approached, looking at the two fishing boats above, and found a place nearby to land ashore. Once ashore, the squirrel ran over: "Master, where did you just go?"

"Go do what you need to do." Founder said.

"Save people?" The squirrel knew the Founder so well.

Founder nodded, and Squirrel immediately gave Fang Zheng a questioning look. Founder gave him an affirmative look. The squirrel jumped up in excitement, rolled a few heads, and sat on Fang Zheng's shoulder with a smile, smiling: Master, I knew you were the best! Haha ... "

Founder was very pleased to see that the squirrel was able to save people's success.

"Oh? Master, everyone has been saved. What are we going to do?" The squirrel asked, puzzled.

"Watch the play!" Fang Zheng said lightly, but his expression was a little dignified. Even if he was as squirrel as a squirrel, he could see the anger hidden in Fang Zheng's eyes! Could not help but muttered, "Master is angry, the consequences are serious! I just don't know who is going to be unlucky."

"Amitabha, the donor, didn't you say that someone fell into the water? Why didn't you see anyone?" Fang Zheng came to the side of the crowd who wanted to help but could not help, and asked.

The old man sighed, "It's late, it's late, the man was still tossing in the water, and his head popped up. When the water came, he was already sinking. Most of this person is gone, hey ... good Nah, hey ... "

"The donor, the poor monk saw the two fishing boats on the river. Why didn't they save people?" Fang Zheng asked.

"Save people? It's good that they don't kill people!" Speaking of fishing boats, the old man's face was suddenly filled with boundless anger!

"Huh? How do you say that?" Founder asked.

The old man grunted coldly: "These blood sucking **** can't wait ..."

"Lao Li!" At this moment, one person pulled the old man by his side, and just saw how many people came over, Lao Li seemed a little daunted.

Lao Li shut up immediately, and after a while, the other side whispered: "Mage, look at you like this, aren't you local?"

Founder nodded and said, "No, the poor monk is from the northeast and travels around. I just walked here today and saw something like this. Amitabha ..."

"This thing is rare in other places, and it is not much news here. The Yangtze River runs from west to east across half of China, and no one knows when it will run down from the upstream. And, The water around here is always rushing, and when it ’s slow, there are always people who do n’t listen to the advice and go swimming. Especially to catch up with holidays, winter and summer vacations ... Hey, many people here finish their lives every year. ”Lao Li Chang sighed, highlighting many helplessness in his heart.

Founder said: "There are so many people here, is there anyone falling into the water, no one can save it?"

"Save? Of course!" Lao Li said this, his eyes suddenly glowed, and he was extremely proud: "It's not me Lao Li bragging, to say that there are good people in this world, we are definitely many! In other places, It ’s news. But in our case, that ’s the norm! Almost every few days, some people go into the water to save people. Too many ... Many people are numb. At first, some people reported that, and later all No one has reported it. I'm used to it. You just saw it. Several young men have launched into the water to save people. Everyone on the shore is not idle. They want to get a safety rope to help them ... "

Although his mouth is used to it, Lao Li's pride and pride cannot be suppressed anyway.

Founder heard that his mood was much better, and sure enough, there are still many people in this world.

"Since there are so many good people, why can't this fishing boat save people?" Fang Zheng asked with doubts in his heart.

"Guess?" Lao Li seemed to want to say something, but those people came over again. Lao Li didn't say much, but patted Fang Zheng's shoulder and said, "Master, there are some things, don't ask anymore, ask more It's useless, angry. "

After saying that, Li shook his head and left.

Founder did not give up, chasing after him and asking, "The donor is gone now? Don't see the results?"

"Result? What can be the result? Wait to see the heartbreaking pain? People are old, can't bear it, and can't stand it anymore." Lao Li finished, waved his hands, and his body was a little shy, While walking, he said, "I think we were a hero city in the past, and now the hero will be pulled into the water. Hey ... what kind of world is this ..."

"Master, he knows nothing, but he doesn't say." Squirrel said unhappyly.

Founder: "Amitabha, everyone has their own difficulties. He has his own concerns, and it is normal to say nothing. However, it is fine to say nothing. We see for ourselves."

"Oh." The squirrel nodded indistinctly.

At this time, Fang Zheng saw a man who was not tall and carried a bag in his hand. The man glanced at Fang Zheng vigilantly. Although the monk was a bit strange, he didn't think much. After making a round, sure that nothing was wrong, I returned to the river and sat down.

There were two people sitting on the side. The two men in black in front of the man were sitting on the ground, one with a flat head and the face with a thick and honest look; the other with a pigtail and a moustache, like an art play. The man took out his cigarette and sent it to three others, and four of them were sitting by the river smoking cigarettes, waiting for something.

Founder walked over to see this, and walked over.

"Amitabha, several donors, is there a monastery nearby?" Fang Zheng came to the couple, folded his hands together and asked.

The short man glanced at Founder impatiently and waved, "Monk, I have no time to take care of you, so stay cool."

Fang Zheng glanced at the fishing boat not far behind the four of them. The net was still hanging there. He did not take back the boat and looked at the expressions of several people. It was easy, just a little impatient.

Founder didn't continue to talk, but took the squirrel and waited.

Just then, there was a cry in the distance, and then someone heard shouting, "Where? Where?"

When Fang Zheng heard it, he saw a group of people running. One of the women's crying legs was soft and almost lifted. As soon as she reached the edge of the reservoir, the woman sat paralyzed on the ground and burst into tears: "Lin Zhixian, you bastard, you don't want to go swimming, you don't listen ... wow ... what are we going to do if we stay with our mother? Wow ..."

"Sister Hui, don't cry, find a way to catch people." A young man whispered as he supported the woman.

"Fishing ... fishing ... fishing! You must fish!" Xie Hui suddenly returned to her, shaking with trembling.

Hearing these words, the four people who were sitting there immediately got up and walked over, shortly shouting, "Are you fishing?"