The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

At this moment, Zhu Lin saw another one coming from afar, and there were two people beside her. They couldn't see clearly. What they were talking about while walking, she seemed very happy ...

The two people around were very vague and could not see their faces, but some features could also be seen in the blur. Zhu Lin studied fine arts and is very good at capturing details. In a few eyes, she can outline the approximate appearance of a person.

As she looked closely, the picture was broken ...

Zhu Lin only felt the glare of the sun in front of her, subconsciously covering it with her hands, and after getting used to it, Zhu Lin found that Founder was gone! The mysterious little monk with his back facing the sun with a bit of Zen, is gone!

Zhu Lin looked at the ferry in the distance, and sighed, "It really is a master ... I just had an illusion, or a dream, so real feeling."

Zhu Lin faced the distance and folded her hands together; "Thank you Master for your guidance, if you encounter it in the future, you must be careful."

After speaking, Zhu Lin turned away.

And where is Fang now? Is it really like an eccentric, disappeared? of course not……

"Who is so lacking in morality, manhole cover ?!" Fang Zheng looked up at the sky with great depression, yes, after casting a dream Huang Liang, in order to avoid all kinds of troublesome explanations, he did plan to slip away, but left. Anxious, the steps were too big, and fell directly into the sewer.

Fortunately, the sewer was dry, and it looked like it had been abandoned, and his moon-white monk's clothes guarded him, so he didn't end up in a filthy end.

Climbing up, just saw the back of Zhu Lin going away, shook her head slightly, and Founder went to the ferry.

"Sorry, there is no place, you can wait for the next boat." A five-three-thick and thick man stopped the Founder.

Founder looked at the boat path that was not yet full: "Amitabha, donor, is there still a place on the boat?"

"Sorry, there are so many people in our boat, you still have to wait for the next trip." The man finished, jumped on the boat, started, and left.

Founder was confused, what is the situation? However, Founder also found out that things seemed a bit wrong.

Founder waited for a while, and the next ship came. As a result, Founder was about to get on board and was still blocked. The last person to ferry was right to the other side: "Little monk, don't bother, let's tell you so. You offend people, our boats, don't pull you. If you have the ability, swim over, Otherwise, think about how to solve it. "

Founder was even more confused. He went all the way, except for a few thieves, who did not offend?

After thinking about it, Founder couldn't think of one, two or three. He watched the ferry cross the river, but he couldn't get over, and was a bit anxious.

Although the Spring Festival is held the day after tomorrow, today is the day when many monks in the temple gather. After all, such a large ritual brings together so many monks from different monasteries, and it is normal to arrange them in advance. According to the rules, temples that did not arrive today will be disqualified from participating in the Spring Festival. This is still light. The point is, Baiyun Temple offered you invitations, don't you come? Isn't this hitting Baiyun Temple's face? It will inevitably offend people, and in the future, I will never again come to Baiyun Temple to pray for the Spring Festival.

Even when there are activities in other monasteries, they will not pull this, and people who don't give faces will stop themselves.

Therefore, if this matter is not resolved, the consequences will be endless!

Founder was also a bit anxious, turning around by the river, pondering how to cross the river ...

Across the river, an old man sat on a wooden stake and smoked dry tobacco.

On the side, a monk stood and smiled, "Du Lao, thank you for this incident."

"Huh, a Buddhist scum, and would like to participate in the Spring Festival prayer blessing ?! Rest assured, Wu Ming, this monk either swims over or looks at the opposite. This ferry on the Baijiang River will give me some face. If you don't speak, no one will carry him! "Du Lao, knocking on the dry smoke, sneer.

Wu Ming laughed: "That is, Du Lao is in this area, but he is highly respected. As for the founder, hey ... don't talk about him, and my heart is panicked. A good child, don't eat fasting Buddha, cheating ... Hey ... ... "

"Wu Ming, you said he lied to the female donor, and secretly set fire to make others believe him?" Du Lao still had some doubts.

Wu Ming said: "Du Lao, the poor monk dare not say what is really fake, but there have been rumors in the local area. Where can the shadow of a person's famous tree go?"

Du Lao nodded and said: "Also, I'm not familiar with that monk, but your kid is good."

Wu Ming said: "That's natural, Du Lao. I'll go to the mountain to take a look, and I'll leave it to you."

"Go, this party is in Wangxiangya. You can see clearly what's going on here. If something happens, I'll let you find you." Du Laodao.

Wu Ming was overjoyed and left quickly.

"Sure enough, Wang Xiangya, ha ha ... very good, while holding the Spring Festival prayer blessing, while watching this dumb boy dazed and helpless by the river, ha ha ... Miao Miao, Miao Meng! Get angry!" Wuming was happy, Humming Xiaoqu up the mountain, he seemed to have seen, Fang Zheng went back to Yizhi Temple slumped, and then closed the scene of the good luck.

Wuming went up the mountain and saw that the people from the major temples were almost there. Wuming whispered in Hongxiang's ear: "Go down the mountain and look at the things that are upright. Don't make a mistake."

"Rest assured, Brother Wuming, but Mr. Du is my uncle. This is guaranteed to help you do well!" After that, Hongxiang went down the mountain.

Hongxiang descended the mountain, sat side by side with Du Lao, looked at the Founder who wandered across the river without leaving, smiled, and said, "Boy, you want us to have less incense, I can't keep your temple open ... hum Humph……"

Founder is really a little depressed now, the ferry does not carry him, how to cross the river.

When Fangzheng was clueless, the river surface suddenly turned into a splash, and Fangzheng flashed, and smiled, "Here!"

Founder squatted down, facing the river and said, "Are there any fish?"

On the other side of the river, Hongxiang saw Fang Zheng squatting by the river suddenly, whispering something, scratching his head and saying, "Uncle, what is that guy doing?"

"Uncle or uncle? No awareness at all? No wonder Baiyun Temple doesn't want you, remember, call me a donor later! You have already become a monk, do you understand?" Du Lao scolded.

Hongxiang quickly changed his path: "Amitabha, the poor monk knows. Donor, what is the other side doing?"

"The ghost knows what he's doing, and mumbles into the river, crazy ..." Du Lao said disapprovingly.

At this moment, Du Lao's eyes suddenly straightened. He is an old fisherman. He can't do anything else about boating, watching water, and watching fish. He was pretty sure that there was a school of fish around that monk!

"At this time, why did the school of fish gather at the ferry? There should be no fish in the ferry ..." Du Lao was puzzled. As for calling someone to fish? Baiyun Temple in Baijiang is prohibited from fishing, so these fish are not dangerous.

Hongxiang at the side didn't understand these, but he was a little curious only when he saw the flowers turned over.