The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Baolin was relieved and went home.

There is a custom in the Northeast to get married, the sooner the better. In addition, Han Xiaoran's family is very far from Hongtang Village, and it will take an hour or two to get there. In addition, there are various obstacles, customs and other things when picking up a relative.

As a result, Zhao Baolin took his son Zhao Yuhe to leave with the team more than two o'clock in the morning. Founder did not follow but waited at home.

About seven o'clock in the morning, the team returned. Zhao Baolin took the lead and got out of the car with a smile. He yelled, "Here it is!"

Everyone heard the congratulations, and Zhao Baolin thanked him again and again.

The car stopped there, Zhao Yuhe took Han Xiaoran out of the car, walked into the house with a blessing, and then carefully placed Han Xiaoran on the cymbal.

Everyone rushed in and looked at the bride in various ways.

Fang Zheng stood at the door and looked at Han Xiaoran's relatives with a smile.

Han Xiaoran's relatives don't know why. Every time they pass by the door, when they see the monk looking at their eyes, they always feel uncomfortable, as if his clothes have been seen through. As a result, no one gradually walked in front of Fang.

When everyone dispersed, Founder came to Zhao Baolin and smiled, "Congratulations to the donor."

"Thank you Founder Abbot, by the way, abbot, look, can you give our home Yuhe and Xiaoran a blessing or something?" Zhao Baolin asked cheekily.

Many people heard this, and Han Xiaoran ’s father Han Kunyan and mother Zhou Shaoxia also came over. They were not a villager near Yishan, didn't know Founder, and asked curiously, "Where does this monk come from? Can you be blessed so young?"

"Dear family, you don't know about it, Founder Abbot is the most famous monk in our village of ten miles and eight! If he would be blessed, it would be a great honor." Zhao Baolin's brother explained.

Han Kunyan and Zhou Shaoxia said for a moment. They didn't say anything, but there was disdain in their eyes. Han Kunyan murmured in his heart: "Fools in the mountains, believe this ... blessing? Oh, if this monk is really blessed I'm afraid the brand is going to smash. "

Thinking of this, Han Kunyan and Zhou Shaoxia both showed a mocking smile.

Zhao Baolin was anxiously waiting for the founder's answer. In his opinion, blessing is just a hand, and Fang Zheng is usually so easy-going, and certainly won't hesitate.

however……

Founder shook his head slightly and said, "The donor, the poor monk is afraid that he cannot bless him."

As soon as the words came out, the audience refused! Founder, who has always been good at talking, rejected Zhao Baolin! This makes everyone totally incomprehensible! However, more people think that it was Founder who took the shelf, looked down on Zhao Baolin, and gave no face.

People live a face. Here, they pay particular attention to face. Fang was refusing to bless Zhao Yuhe at the wedding ceremony of Zhao Baolin ’s son ’s wedding. Although he was not a face, he also made Zhao Baolin, Zhao Yuhe and others. Ashamed and shameless.

Zhao Baolin's face suddenly became extremely difficult to look, and more awkward.

Zhao Baolin's wife Chai Hong hurried forward: "Fangzheng abbot, you see, you are the most prestigious mage in our village of ten miles and eight. Give me a blessing." Chai Hong's soft tone soon begged ... ...

When everyone saw this, their hearts were a little softened. No one looked at the excitement, but looked forward to the founder's blessing.

But to everyone's surprise, Founder shook his head again: "Amitabha, sorry, donor, this blessing, the poor monk cannot give it."

"This ..." Chai Hong was dumbfounded.

"Monk, wouldn't you bless you?" Meng Huimei didn't know Fang Zheng, and naturally she was not polite. Seeing that Chai Hong and Zhao Baolin were hanging out, and immediately became unhappy, thousands of them taunted.

When this remark came out, the audience was uproar. Who was it? Abbot of Yizhi Temple, owner of Hanzhu, master of carving! It can be said that the life of several nearby villages can be improved without the Founder! Going to God again, that finger-seeking temple is extremely spiritual, and no one will offend the Founder for this. Therefore, everyone is respectful and respectful. Who would ridicule the face with such a smirk? Meng Huimei's words made everyone feel uneasy!

Meng Huimei, no matter what other people think, she is not a nearby person, and she is not afraid of anything. She points to the Founder's Road: "Monk, to be honest, will you not be blessed? Otherwise, why not refuse? Bless a blessing? What ’s so difficult? Just a few words, look what you can! Those who eat my brother, take my brother, do n’t give a blessing, never seen such a stingy man! ”

Meng Huimei's mouth was like a cannon, and it was a wild bombardment to the Founder.

Founder has always been calm, looking at Zhao Baolin mildly, his eyes are as plain as water, deep like a starry sky, the kind of calm, looking Zhao Baolin's old face flushed. Finally, Zhao Baolin broke out: "Shut up!"

Meng Huimei suddenly froze, who shut up? Then came back to God, it seems that only she is talking! Puzzling: "Brother, I help ..."

"Don't say anything, it's his business whether the Founder Abbot blessed him. We can't force him to bless him. This is not good. Sister, don't say ..." Zhao Baolin said.

"This ..." Meng Huimei didn't expect Zhao Baolin to say such things. It had nothing to do with her. She came out with the intention of helping Zhao Baolin. She didn't expect that the benefits were not found, and she touched her nose. ,accurate! Very unhappy! Scolded Zhao Baolin? Of course not! Scolding monk? Look at Zhao Baolin's appearance, certainly not.

However, Meng Huimei did not mean to give up, but sneered: "Monk, monk does not slang, you honestly say, will you not be blessed? Otherwise, why not bless our home Yuhe?"

This is not scolding, but the tone is like questioning.

Zhao Baolin was about to scold her not to say any more, but saw Fang Zheng smile and shook his head: "The poor monk will bless you."

"Why not bless it? Do you think we haven't given money?" Meng Huimei mocked coldly.

Fang Zheng looked at Meng Huimei's eyes with a smile, and those eyes seemed to be shining. At a glance, Meng Huimei only felt that her heart was penetrated by the other party! Suddenly there is a snack ...

Founder said this: "The poor monk only blesses those who have fate, but those who have no fate, how can they bless?"

As soon as this word came out, the audience was uproar!

Many of Zhao Baolin's relatives stood up.

Although Founder is not a small prestige, but in front of a child ’s wedding, on the day of the wedding, who can say this, who can not be angry, not angry?

Han Xiaoran's family also stood up, but their eyes were obviously a little wrong, with a little bit of anger!

Zhao Baolin, who had always wanted to shut up Meng Huimei, froze when she sat back, then frowned, looking at Founder very seriously, saying, "Fangzheng abbot, we respect you, but today is My son Yuhe ’s birthday. Everyone knows that my son has a terrible life. He could n’t speak since he was a child. He could n’t listen. No girl was willing to marry him. After entering the palace of marriage, I will finally stand up ... "