The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"I suppose you have self-knowledge." Jing Yan sneered.

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Is this woman sick?" He doesn't know this woman, why open his mouth and shut his mouth and ridicule? Is it awesome not to wear pants?

Just then, Jing Yan was going into the monastery, and Founder Lingji said, "Donation, please stay away."

"Little monk, what are you doing?" Jing Yan frowned and looked at Fang Zheng uneasily. I just ate behind closed doors and went in and got wolf-ridden again. This time it's okay, can't I go in?

The Founder smiled, "The donor, the temple is a quiet place for the Buddha. Please also ask the donor to put on his pants before entering."

When Jing Yan heard it, it suddenly became hot! Which pot of this dead monk does not mention which pot! Like a cat with a tail on her tail, Jing Yan exclaimed: "Little monk, are you looking for something in good faith? My skirt was ripped off by a wolf, did you not see it?"

"Amitabha, if the donor wants the skirt, the poor monk brought it to the donor. But the temple is a state of solemnity, and the female donor enters. It should not be too exposed."

Jing Yan was furious, pulling her leggings and shouting, "You show me! This is pants! Pants! Pants! Did you see them? This is pants, nothing exposed!"

Click!

Only then did the voice fall, and a crisp sound rang, Jing Yan only felt the coolness of her hips ...

Fortunately, there were clothes to cover and not to go out, but the eyes of the men around them were obviously shining, and everyone obviously understood what the sound meant! It's just that nobody said.

Chen Jing regretted this time, why did he want to be such a gentleman? If the clothes are not given to Jing Yan ... think of it all in blood!

The Founder folded his hands, looked at Jing Yan with a smile, and said, "Amitabha!"

No need to say anything, the meaning is too clear.

Jing Yan Qiao's face was extremely red, staring with big eyes and staring at Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng smiled, and looked at Jing Yan with a kind expression.

Eventually Jing Yan stomped her feet and called back to the cameraman. "What's going on? Not going down the hill, get me a pair of trousers in the car?"

Then the cameraman came back to his mind, quickly put down the camera and ran down the mountain. Jing Yan can't afford to mess with him. Such a good opportunity to please him is foolish.

Jing Yan gritted her teeth and stared at Fangzheng, but she couldn't say anything about entering the temple. She went to find a stone and sat down.

Founder saw this and smiled with satisfaction.

"Little monk, can we go into the temple and take a look? By the way, make incense sticks." Cai Fang asked at this time.

Fang Zheng glanced suspiciously at Cai Fang, who was in his fifties, but turned to his side and said, "The donor please ..."

Cai Fang took Ronaldinho into the temple, Wu Changxi quickly got up, he went in with a smirk and smirked. Founder was willing to play, and he knew what was going on. As for the Founder's words, he has absolute confidence and will win!

Chen Jing looked at Cai Fang in the temple, and then looked at Jing Yan who was only a single figure, and decisively came to Jing Yan's side to ask for warmth.

Although Jing Yan didn't like Chen Jing, but there were people around the barren mountains and mountains, it was always good, and there was a response to each other. Lao Miao stood far away, lest he be scolded as a light bulb ...

at this time……

"Little monk, are you a linden tree?" Cai Fang suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention in the past.

The Founder folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the donor has good eyesight, it is the linden tree."

"Impossible, the linden tree is a southern tree. How did it come to the north? And, the tree didn't freeze to death, and the leaves were growing in the winter? Is it sperm or hybrid?" Chen Jing stretched his neck toward Look inside, mutter.

Jing Yan also looked as if she had come to the door, but didn't go in, lest she be told by the dead monk again, shouting, "It's really a linden tree! This tree ... is this too weird, right?" Jing Yan looked at Founder.

Founder's forehead is full of black lines. You say that the tree is weird. What do you think I do? The solemn family is serious!

Cai Fang turned around the linden tree several times, and Ronaldinho gave him many close-ups of the linden tree. This is absolutely news. As for the big news, I have to go back to know it. But at least it can be mixed in a good layout. With this linden tree, this trip is not worthless!

Jing Yan then ran over and picked up the camera. Can't she go in? I stood at the door and shot the head office?

Chen Jing and Lao Miao keep up ...

But Wu Changxi was about to cry. He was the earliest one. He visited the founder's words last time, and even made the news wrong! Exclusive news, just let it go to others, not to mention how uncomfortable it is. However, Wu Changxi is also smart. He took photos with his mobile phone, took various selfies, and then shared them on Weibo and the circle of friends! I didn't get the headlines, don't even think about it.

Jing Yan, Cai Fang and Chen Jing collectively cast their killing eyes, but Wu Changxi only saw it.

"Okay, let's go, worship the Buddha and go to the column incense." Cai Fang finished, took Ronaldinho into the hall, looked up, Cai Fang was dumbfounded! Send Son of Goddess of Mercy!

Cai Fang finally understood why when he said Shangxiang, Fang Zheng looked at him with that kind of look, and asked for a child in his fifties? It's a dog!

However, Cai Fang had a clever move and said, "Ross, this is a gift for Guanyin, you can ask for one."

Ronaldinho didn't know why he did not give a child to Guanyin, he almost knelt. When he heard it, he gave a child to Guanyin, grinning bitterly;

The two were helpless and could only retreat.

Fang Zheng stood at the door, lamenting in his heart: "System, when do you get me another Buddha, a bodhisattva? How many incenses are wasted by sending a child to Guanyin?"

"Ding! Donors work hard to make money and do tasks, they all have a chance to get it. Come on."

"Come on, your uncle ..." Fang Zheng muttered, if it was that easy to make money. As for the task? For the task of a hundred pillars of incense, he could not see any hope, otherwise he would not participate in this so-called competition. Why isn't he trying to make a name and earn some incense?

At the same time, under the mountain, a convoy entered a finger village, attracting more villagers to watch, and on the street, a man wielded a large broom, half-upped his upper body, shivered snow, dry The blazing sky. When he heard the sound of the car, he looked up. This person is not someone else, it is Song Ergou who mistakenly thought that he had killed someone.

But at this moment, Song Ergou's mental head is completely different. In the past, it was Dang Erlang, and now it is full of spirit, as if it has endless strength.

"Fellow man, how do I get to the temple?" Ouyang Huazhen asked.

"You also go to the temple of your finger? Go straight from this road, it's all right, you have too many cars, and it's not easy to pour out if you go in. Still stop in the village and walk in." Song Ergou said.

"Walk in? How far is that?" A beautiful face appeared in the window, which was Ouyang Fenghua, Ouyang Hua's daughter.