The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

So Ruan Xianghe looked to the Founder: "What do you really see?"

The tone and the look had a taste of condescending, judgment and interrogation.

Founder saw this, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Ruan Xianghe was soaring in front of him, he could understand that after all, he was concerned about Jiang Ting's performance, and Founder did indeed do something misleading. So he can't say anything, just say what you want ... Use the distracting Dafa that was criticized by the teacher at that time, let your words go wild, I haven't heard a single word ...

But what is it now? Superior, interrogation?

So Founder thanked Jiang Ting for his kind hands and smiled slightly. Then he didn't look at Ruan Xianghe and turned away. Joke, if it wasn't for the movement in the front yard, the Founder was curious to take a look at it. If not, he will now start ginseng to practice Dragon Elephant Forging. Time is so precious, why waste it on an irrelevant person ...

Seeing the founder just leaving, Ruan Xianghe's face suddenly couldn't stop. What's the most outrageous thing? Not being scolded by pointing at your nose, but being treated as air and completely ignored!

Ruan Xianghe is the dean of Heihe Central Hospital. Where is the focus of the crowd? When has it been so ignored? Her heart fluttered with anger, but Ruan Xianghe also knew that if Jiang Ting was true, she would have misunderstood the Founder. People are angry, it is normal to ignore her. Until Founder can't tell the fortune, if she fires forcibly, she will look too poor.

So the anger of Ruan Xianghe's stomach didn't erupt, she was pressed back, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down, the other side was right: "Little monk, if you can prove that you can tell the fortune, then I misunderstood you , I can apologize to you. But if you ca n’t tell fortunes and you do n’t see anything, just stare at Jiang Ting, do n’t blame me for scolding you again! ”

Fang Zheng's footsteps paused, and he didn't look back and said, "The donor, if you burn incense and worship the Buddha, you can go to the Buddhist temple. If it's okay, go down the mountain." Joke, Fang Zheng really does not fortune tell. But at a glance, the blessings within a week can be seen at a glance! At a glance, the chance is clear! Better than fortune telling? But, see it, say it, that's the secret! Speaking of God, that's a gift!

Founder said Skyrim blessed you, but only one sentence in return is that you are not a liar? Is this too cheap? Founder is not stupid, why do you say that? Do not say! No proof! What do you like to think about ... He's a monk and doesn't care if you admit it. All you need is your own mind ...

"You ..." Ruan Xianghe heard it, and was suddenly suffocated. She's not angry yet, but the little monk is angry! What's the matter?

Zhao Yumin looked at Fang Zheng's back, and then smiled bitterly, and said, "Okay, what kind of anger do you have with a child? Maybe, it's really a misunderstanding. Let's be forgiving and forgiving, just go down the hill. "

Ruan Xianghe thinks about it, the same reason, what kind of anger does she have with a child? And that ’s all there is to say, so be it ...

Although the two did not plan to continue the trouble, they were completely disappointed with Yizhi Temple and Founder. Especially Zhao Yumin, before he came, he held great hopes and wanted to solve some doubts in his heart, such as how Fang was made to have a brick, a combine harvester, and how he cured the incurable disease. But now, he has no mind whatsoever. In his opinion, Founder did not do that! As for what happened before, most of them are passed on by maggots. The root cause of the problems of bricks and combine harvesters may not be in Yizhishan, but in other places ...

Jiang Ting watched the situation become so guilty. In her opinion, there were good people on both sides, but it was just because of a misunderstanding that it was like this.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and called, "Fangzheng abbot, please stay away."

Founder's impression of Jiang Ting is still very good. He stopped and said gently: "The donor, the poor monk knows what you want to ask. The poor monk really sees something on your body, but everything is in trouble. Huyou, when you can spend it in peace. If you can calm down your mind, do what you want to do. Doing good in the future will do you no harm. "

After that, Founder no longer stayed but continued to study his daikon ginseng.

He heard Fang Zheng say so, and Jiang Ting was relieved. With the experience of the monkey, she was really afraid of encountering something unexpected and no one reminded her. She was still young and she didn't want to die ...

But these words fell in Ruan Xianghe's ears, just shook his head slightly, and said nothing in his mouth, but he shook his head in mind: "This kind of mysterious and mysterious words are useful to anyone. This monk, mouthpiece I will be able to say it, but the ability ... may not be. "

Zhao Yumin's thoughts are similar to those of Ruan Xianghe. The two were at an age, walking south and north, and had seen too many fortune tellers who claimed to be masters. These people are nothing more than flirting with words, and the mystery of what is said, whether in the future or not, is in their predictions. This fortune telling is actually a peace of mind ...

The same is true of Founder's words. There will be calamities in the future, but there will be bodhisattva protection. In other words, if you are safe, it is the bodhisattva's credit. If something happens, it's the end of the protection period ... How to hear this is exactly the same as those masters.

They shook their heads, completely cut off their thoughts, and left.

On the way down the mountain, the two told their ideas to Jiang Ting. Although Jiang Ting nodded, he still hoped that Founder was right, because she felt that Fang Zheng didn't lie ...

Founder returned to the kitchen and cut the ginseng into slices with a kitchen knife. Each piece of golden ginseng with a pale white inside exuded a slight scent. When the Founder smelled it, he had an impulse to eat raw. However, Founder resisted, and muttered in his heart: "When Sajia God has achieved great success, train him a ginseng, and then eat ginseng tablets raw. Then, I ’d like to make a stir-fried ginseng tablets extravagant ..."

With YY in his head, Fang Zhengshun touched the medicine jar with his hand, then he was dumbfounded ...

The founder weighed the medicine jar, and then the quantity and size of the ginseng. He found sadly that the medicine jar could not hold so many ginseng!

"You're ruthless! Get bigger!" Founder finished, setting the medicine jar aside.

Although Yizhi Temple is poor, there is one thing that is crock pot. There is no way. They are too poor. The main food on Yizhi Mountain is spring wild vegetables, and vegetables grown in summer and autumn. In winter, you can only eat pickles. Pickled pickles are naturally inseparable from the pots and pots ...

However, after the one-finger Zen master left, Founder had not pickled pickles for a year, and the original inventory had been eaten up, leaving a lot of jars and jars.

PS: Save the manuscript desperately, it is expected that there will be a big burst of tens of thousands of words around the 25th! Desperately!