The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

The salted fish looked back at Fang Zheng just now, when he found out that Fang Zheng had run away, and then looked back at what he wanted to say, he saw a big foot stepping on his face, and then his eyes darkened ...

The vaguely salted fish heard a messy shout, just like catching a thief! At the same time, several voices seemed to say to him: "Oh my fuck, don't squeeze, step on the talking salty fish! Emma, ​​seems to step on it ..."

"Then how do I try my feet, hey, it's pretty hard ..."

The salty fish was finally intolerable, and was about to yell. A small hand suddenly came out, grabbed him and dragged him into the depths of the earth. Then he threw it into the temple.

But it was the critical moment that the red baby shot.

After solving the salty fish, the red baby hurried out to watch his nine mouthful of black pot. If it was overturned, it would be a pity. This is his masterpiece of the night!

However, the worry of the red baby was obviously superfluous. Although there were many people who came to see the living Buddha, there were many people drinking Laba porridge. Under the desperate protection of these people, the nine **** pots were intact.

Coupled with the police brought by the county chief and secretary to help maintain order, it was not as chaotic as he thought.

But the red baby also knows that these are temporary now, and the ghost knows if more people will come in a while. So he did not dare to delay, and quickly opened the lid of the **** pot! At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded!

Huh!

This sound is like flying from the depths of the universe, with endless nothingness in the open, and immortality in the sacred!

The sound is so loud!

At the moment of the sound, a yellow light soared into the sky, straight into the sky!

At that moment, everyone's hearts were suddenly shaken, and they seemed to understand and didn't understand anything. But without exception, they all quieted down and the needles were heard!

As if at that moment, all the people on the whole mountain of one finger were settled!

At the same time, a strange scent drifted away. Everyone just smelled it, and they felt a refreshing feeling. One by one, they looked at the opened pot among the nine black pots. Huang Guang just happened Dissipate slowly.

"What is this?" Someone asked subconsciously in the crowd chasing the Founder.

The question quickly spread, and many people were asking, "What's in this pot? Why is it still out?"

President Gu and Chen Qiang are also dumbfounded! When their pot of porridge was opened, there was no such movement! And, this scent is totally different! The porridge they drank was full of fragrance, and it was indeed the best of the best! But the scent emanating from the porridge in front of me was very fragrant, very elegant, and my mind was awake a lot, and the sleepiness that had stayed up late disappeared a lot! The taste is so beautiful that they can hardly describe it with words!

At that moment, the two of them suddenly remembered the words of the red child: "This porridge is cooked!"

The two looked at each other and saw the bitterness in each other's eyes! In unison: "It's a big loss!"

Although they didn't drink porridge, the two were not fools. When they smelled the smell, they understood everything! They thought they had pitted them!

Song Ergou watched the two people ’s reactions, and he laughed: "Don't the porridge last night taste delicious? Should there still be? Drink slowly, I will drink with you!"

Their faces suddenly felt as if they had eaten dead flies. They turned their heads and did not look at Song Ergou.

Tan Ming got to the side of Mr. Gu and patted him on the shoulder, "I told you earlier, you don't listen, is this OK?"

"Why didn't you persuade me at the time? It's okay to hit me ..." Gu always cried without tears.

Tan Ming glanced at each other. Although the relationship between the two is okay, but the subordinates call the boss? Isn't this fatal?

Chen Jin's son, Chen Long, smiled and looked at Chen Qiang and said, "Liangzi, come and see us drinking porridge later."

Chen Qiang's face is bitter. What can he say at this moment?

"Jingxin Master, I am the first!" At this time, Song Ergou spoke first, attracting everyone's attention.

The red baby nodded, dropped into the pot with a large spoon, and everyone drew their necks and looked at it subconsciously. I saw a spoonful of crystal clear broth scooping out of a large spoon. The broth was slightly sticky and there were many colorful things in it.

If you look closely, there are blossoming lotus flowers, rockeries, flowers and trees, and porridges like Buddha and Buddha!

When the red child poured this spoonful of porridge into Song Ergou's basin, after the porridge was spread out, all the bodhisattvas stood up, with rockery standing and flowers and trees returning to nature. For a time, the little pot seemed like a group of Buddhas The fairy scene of the party was extremely sacred and beautiful!

Seeing this, Song Ergou almost threw the basin in his hand and knelt down on the ground. But in the blink of an eye, I realized that this is porridge, not a real Buddha! This kept him from throwing it, holding it in his arms, and carefully backing away. He didn't know why, when he was down the mountain, he was very greedy and wanted a large pot of Laba porridge. But after seeing the Laba porridge in front of him and smelling the taste, his heart suddenly widened. He didn't want that much, just wanted to taste the spoonful porridge quietly, that's all.

Not only Song Ergou, other people, whether they are carrying buckets or carrying pots, in the end, everyone only needs a spoonful of porridge.

Seeing this, those who chased the Founder suddenly understood something. Someone in the crowd started to leave secretly, and stood in the congealed team. Someone took the lead, others followed suit, and the scene was chaotic at the moment, but after the chaos, it was a long line of congee drank on the mountain of a finger, walking down the stairs!

And this is only a part of the people, the remaining part is the husband, wife, parents, etc. of these people, they are going down the mountain to find pots and pans, no way, no equipment, can not drink porridge !!

With Laba porridge attracting everyone's attention, everyone finally let go of the Founder.

In fact, let them continue to chase the Founder, they do not know how to chase, they ran into the temple and closed the door. Could they still smash open the door, rush in, grab the Founder, and hang it on a wire pole to watch?

After all, they are believers, not thugs, so when they do n’t see the Founder, they choose the next best and choose to drink porridge. At the same time, listening to the person who was originally on the mountain blowing last night, I did not know how many times Niubi was blown, and then stared at the stars one by one, padding his feet, looking up, looking at the nine black pots, his heart said: Living Buddha's porridge! Must drink! "

At the same time, there were people who came continuously down the mountain to gather here. As a result, they passed ten, ten hundred, and they drank the porridge from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain.

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