The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Daguang was scared and incontinent on the spot!

Bai Wenshui was relatively daring. He grabbed the plate and smashed it at Lin Zhixian. As a result, Lin Zhixian waved his hand and the plate smashed! With a lame foot, the floor blew up!

When Bai Wenshui saw this, how could he dare to come? Frightened and pushed open the window, followed by jumping out!

Seeing this, others have learned everything and jumped out!

This restaurant is a water restaurant, half on the shore and half on the river! This private room in Baiwenshui is the best private room, surrounded by water on three sides, and the scenery is good. But now it's tragic to jump through the window, and just listen to the sound of flapping, and several people all jumped into the water.

"Master, what do you do now?" Red baby asked Fang Zheng.

The Founder clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good is good, good is evil, and evil is bad.

The red child said, "Are you here now?"

"Here it is." Fang Zheng's eyes flickered with cold light, although he could do it during the day, and it was enough for the red child to change his memory afterwards. But is it really good to change the memory of others casually? At least Fang didn't want to do this under the circumstances. Think of it another way, does anyone want to be deprived of his memory?

Now, the dark night wind is high and there are no outsiders, so naturally there is no concern.

In the water, Bai Wenshui looked dark all around, but his water was very good, and he adapted quickly, but in the blur it seemed to see something swimming in the water, as if he were a person! Although I can't see clearly, but thinking about the experience just now, Bai Wenshui was covered with hair, so he didn't dare to look at it, and hurried to the shore.

At this moment, a Buddhist chant came over his head: "Amitabha, the donor, how much does it cost to save a person?"

Bai Wenshui waited for a moment, looked up subconsciously, and saw a white monk standing in front of the window of the private room where they ate, his head bright, his back to the light, and he couldn't see his face, but this man gave a This kind of peace and light feels like the light behind.

Although he couldn't see his face, Bai Wenshui recognized the founder and thought that he was here to chase money, so Bai Wenshui shouted: "Minimum 100,000! Monk, fair trade, hand in hand and hand in corpse. What do you mean by chasing after this? "

"Amitabha, since the donor said so, the poor monk naturally can't ask for more money. Several donors, all the way, there are people behind you." Fangzheng smiled at them.

Bai Wenshui had a cold heart, as if something was pulling his pants legs!

Bai Wenshui was so scared that he was desperate to swim, he just wanted to go ashore now! However, he soon found out that the situation was not right. Mingming was right in front of him. He should have been ashore for so long!

"Brother, something is wrong!" Cried the mole man.

Bai Wenshui also found that the situation was wrong. The blacks roared with the man, shook his head subconsciously, and then looked at the river, which is the river! He swims to the center of the river!

"No, we are swimming in the wrong direction!" Shouted Bai Wenshui.

With this shout, everyone else was sober, and looking at the bricks, sure enough, they all ran to the center of the river!

Seeing this scene, one by one was all chilled, and after so many years, I knew the danger in the water! No matter how good your swimming skills are, people are not fish in the end, and they have stayed in the water for a long time. Death is often the next moment!

"Brother, what should we do? We have a ghost hitting the wall," the ghost head cried.

"Swim! Swim to the shore! All are together, don't separate!" Bai Wenshui was also cold all over, and he was more at ease.

Everyone had similar thoughts, and didn't dare to separate. They followed Bai Wenshui to swim towards the river. At this time, the gloomy sky made a heavy thunder, and it started to drizzle. A few people became more dull and cold.

At this moment, a boat floated from a distance, and at the same time a chanting voice sounded: "Nanwu Amitabha yells at Tagato ..."

The people looked at it subconsciously, and saw a boat floating, the bow of a white monk holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing with one hand on his chest, a string of beads falling between the thumb and forefinger, set on the hand. The monk frowned, reading the scriptures, his voice was not loud, but lingered in his ears, his own rhythm in the low voice, as if talking to the undead ...

Standing next to the monk was a child wearing a red bellyband. The child was innocent, holding a large bag in his hand, and the bag bulging did not know what was loaded. It seems that it is the boy or disciple around this monk.

There was a squirrel sitting on the child's shoulder. The squirrel was also suitable with two claws. When the mouth opened and closed, it seemed to be chanting.

"Boat!" The little ghost cried in surprise.

"It's that silly monk during the day!" The ghost head said.

"Isn't the monk afraid of ghosts?" Muttered the ghost.

As soon as this word came out, Bai Wenshui's eyes brightened. Although he felt that the monk was a bit weird, and the time and place of each appearance were a little strange, but he couldn't control so much now, he just wanted to live! So ecstatic, he called out quickly: "Monk, here! Save us!"

"Help!"

"Help!"

Everyone cried out.

This shout really caught the monk's attention, but the monk did not speak, and continued to read the scriptures. The boy next to him spoke first: "There are many unjust souls in the Yangtze River, and the master chanted the" God of Death "today to cross the unjust souls."

"Injustice? Cross injustice?" When I heard the words "unjust soul", the so-called guilty conscience, everyone couldn't help shivering.

"You those falling into the water, can you ask for help?" The red child turned his head and looked at them.

"Save me!" Bai Wenshui called.

"You can save it, one million per person, not one point less," said the red child.

"This ... Where do we get so much money?" The ghosts were anxious, and they all jumped out of the window. Who would bring the money?

"No money? Don't save! When you die and let your relatives come over, you can exchange money as well." The red baby's skin smiled.

"You ..." After hearing such words, Bai Wenshui and other popular faces were red and white. At this moment, they finally experienced the helpless pain that they could be rescued but waited for death ...

"If you die, you will be punished!" Cried the mole man.

"Retribution? What do you think your experience is?" The red child smiled strangely at the mole man.

Bai Wenshui, the mole man, the ghost head and others took a nap at the same time.

"Brother, what should I do?" The ghost asked.

"While I still have strength, hurry ashore! I haven't seen those things for a long time, so I should haven't followed them." Bai Wenshui whispered, the other side couldn't save and couldn't waste energy.

So Bai Wenshui took these people and started to swim to the shore, but what made him angry was that the monk's boat had sailed in front of them! Although they did not block their way, this feeling made them very uncomfortable! Because they pitted too many people in this way!