The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

The red child frowned and said, "Why is this dead fish so troublesome?" I was about to say something, but I found Fangzheng was not angry at all. I took a bamboo pole and hung an iron hook on the bamboo pole. The hook was thrown in front of the salted fish, and said, "It's okay not to go in, or you should bite the hook I'll take you out? "

At the sight of salted fish, his face was even darker. This Nima, really he is a dead fish? The subconscious's brain complemented the scene where Fang Zheng picked a bamboo pole on his shoulder with a hook hanging on it, a big salty fish hanging on it, trembling, the wind blowing, and turning. The salted fish couldn't help but shivered, took the cane, and lay directly on the black cloth bag. He was about to go to the execution ground generously and called out, "Come on!"

Founder met, smiled, and said, "I can't clean you up?"

After speaking, Founder rolled up the salted fish layer by layer with a black cloth, and then flung it behind him, with the two ends slanting down from his shoulders and his chest tightened.

"Master, are you really going to carry him on your back?" The red child couldn't help asking, this treatment is also wonderful! He didn't do that.

Founder chuckled with a smile: "Of course, something will happen sooner or later because of a salty fish."

"Master, then you can also open a mouth for me to look outside." The salted fish yelled in the black cloth bag, not to mention that lying in the black cloth bag is quite comfortable except for being a bit suffocated. It feels like a high-end bullock cart.

Founder didn't know what salted fish was thinking. If he knew that salted fish compared him with cows, it is estimated that he would not go down the mountain today, so he would play salted fish.

Hearing the salted fish shouting, Fangzheng let the red baby make a mouth in the position of the fish's eyes.

The red baby had hands and feet with sharp hands and sharp nails, and easily made a perfect mouth, and just exposed the fish eyes. People who didn't know looked at it and thought that the black cloth bag was inlaid with a precious fisheye stone. Too! Until now, the salted fish was completely at ease, knowing that the monk really wanted to take him down the mountain. Thinking of this, the salted fish smiled proudly: "Sure enough, how about lying to him? Hehe ..."

However, the salted fish has not been proud for a while, the next moment Founder picked up the bamboo pole, and then raised something with the hook, but because of the angle problem, the salted fish could not see it. But as soon as Founder made the thing, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red baby who was standing beside him ran away, as if he was avoiding the plague god. Suddenly, salted fish instinctively felt that this was not a good thing!

The next moment confirmed the idea of ​​salted fish.

I saw a pair of stinky shoes being picked by the hook on the bamboo pole, and fell directly into the hollow in front of his eyes! As soon as the wind blew, the taste came in along the hole! The salted fish just felt a saltier smell than him, and there was a feeling of suffocation! The eyes are turning subconsciously!

The salted fish yelled, "Oh! What's this smell ?!"

The salted fish really don't know what it smells like. It is not the Buddha, the Bodhisattva, or the Arhat who can come to Lingshan. These people's bodies are dust-free and dirt-free, and there is no smell. Ordinary people who can ascend to Lingshan are also well-educated. Naturally, they will not bring a stench up the mountain, they will bathe, change clothes and clean the climbing ceremony Buddha.

Therefore, the salty fish had no psychological preparation for the smell of stinky feet. It only felt as if 100,000 stinky eggs were fermented at the same time, and he smoked and wanted to vomit!

"Don't shout, those are the shoes of a poor monk. Are you going to bring some spare things when you go out?" Founder said.

"Can't you wrap him?" The salted fish tried to hold his breath, and then he opened his mouth, and the taste was poured into his mouth. He tasted it with his tongue, and his uncomfortable stomach began to twist.

Fang Zheng grinned and said, "No way, this shoe tastes heavy and must be blown by the wind, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to wear."

"You are comfortable, but I am dying! Take it away!" Cried the salted fish.

Founder said: "There is no place to take it, you will just leave it. Go out soon, remember, shut up, don't move. Otherwise, the poor monk will send you back, and don't want to go out later Now. "

The salted fish smelled for a while, couldn't hold it, and tried to hold its breath, but the taste seemed magical, lingering in his mind. Salted fish said, "This is the legendary stinky year?"

Seeing that he was about to step into Wuxiang Men, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes. He didn't believe that the salty fish could carry it.

Sure enough, the moment the Founder was about to open Wuxiangmen, the salted fish yelled, "I'm serving! You stuff your stuff into my sumi scales! I can't accept it! Murder!"

The Founder was immediately happy, and quickly took down all kinds of food hanging on his chest, and asked, "Stop it?"

When the salty fish saw here, they understood everything. This dead thief bald used the stinky shoes to force him to submit. Sure enough, the shameless face bumps into the stinky shameless face, but in the end it is still unbeatable! I said everything and could n’t take it back, so the salted fish bit his teeth and said, "As long as you think about putting it in and hand it over, I will naturally take it for you. What you want to take, say something, hand Reach out and I'll let you out. But you have to open a mouth on this cloth bag. You can't touch my hand and I can't give it to you. "

As soon as Founder was overjoyed, he quickly removed the cloth bag and made another opening. But here comes the problem. If you do this, the salted fish is **** behind him. If he wants to get something, he has to stretch his hands to his back, which is very troublesome. If you put the salted fish upside down, it is convenient, but the salted fish will not work.

After thinking about it, in the end, Founder tied the salted fish to his waist like a knife. Outsiders looked and found Fangzheng was wearing a white monk's clothes, with a black strip of black cloth wrapped around his waist, and a black parcel-like package hanging around his waist! If you do n’t know, no one will think that it is a salted fish, but only feel that this ancient monk carried a short knife, after all, the shape of the fish is still similar to the knife.

With such a bundle, the Founder is going to take things, it is simple, just put it on the back waist and get it. I tried to put the food in, then took it out, and played it back and forth a few times.

"Enough enough?" Cried the salted fish impatiently.

Founder smiled awkwardly, took off the stinky shoes, saw the salty fish, and his face was ugly. The thought of shattering the stuff into his scales, it is estimated that he will not be a salty fish in the future. !! But it's better than smoking him in front of him. However, the next moment, he saw that Fang Zheng threw the shoes aside directly, and let the red baby look at it. Don't lose it, and it will be used later.

Seeing this, the salted fish's face became darker instantly. Sure enough, this broken shoe was used to disgusting him, and it is also ready to be used for a long time! The thief was bald, and he was not afraid of being embarrassed. Even he was too lazy to persuade him. He forced him to submit in front of him, dropped his shoes, and left! The salty fish couldn't help but sighed: "When was the Buddha blind? Why did you accept such a bad-faced guy as a monk? Hey ..." In the sigh, he completely forgot that he was a stink brought back by the Buddha Shameless salted fish ...

Founder pushed open the door of Wuxiang, and the next moment, there was darkness in front of him.