The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

The red baby raised his eyebrows, and he knew that the salted fish was his plan, and he used cloth to cope. But the red baby didn't mean to change, as long as it was published, it would definitely not lose. This salted fish is a ten-year-old churros, smelly hooligan, and a lot of ghost ideas, he doesn't need to take risks.

In the second round, it was all cloth again!

The third round is still cloth!

Fourth round!

cloth!

The fifth round!

cloth!

...

Fang Zheng looked at the two stubborn guys, shook his head, and yawned, "Let them compare slowly, Jingzhen, Jingfa, Jingkuan. Don't look at it, go to the front yard to see the situation. Recently The incense is so strong, don't slack off. "

The three little guys were pondering. The two guys would have no results in a short while, so they nodded and went out.

Founder shook his head and went back to the Zen room.

On this day, the pilgrims who came to Yizhi Temple did not see the salty fish guardian and Jingxin Master, but only heard the sound of rock-paper-scissors constantly heard from the backyard. However, pilgrims are banned from entering the backyard, and everyone can only take their doubts to heart.

In the middle of the day, Fangzheng brought squirrels, monkeys, and lone wolves to dinner, and on the side, the red baby and salted fish with red eyes, still shouting rock-paper-scissors.

"Master, don't you tell them to eat?" Asked the squirrel.

Founder shook his head and said, "It's rare that they found something more important than eating. Let them continue ..."

"No, I mean, then what they don't eat, can I pack them?" The squirrel whispered.

Founder: "..."

At the same time, the sound of the rock-paper-scissors over there also came to an end!

The next moment, just listening to the two beeps, the red baby and the salted fish were in place, and then finished eating fast with the wind sweeping the leaves, and then ran back to the original rock-paper-scissors.

In the evening, Founder and the monkey were ringing the bell and drumming in the limelight, and the backyard was still rock-paper-scissors.

In the middle of the night, Fang Zheng was sleeping and still had rock-paper-scissors outside.

Founder rolled over and continued to sleep.

The next day, when Founder was in bed together, I always felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that there was no sound of rock-paper-scissors outside.

The Founder opened the door curiously, ready to find out.

As soon as the door was opened, I saw the red baby sitting at the door of the kitchen, drinking a large bowl of rootless water. Looks like that, like drinking, it is very cool and domineering. I don't know if I won it or lost it.

Founder walked over and asked, "Who won?"

The voice didn't fall, I heard footsteps coming from the door, and then I saw a crutch carrying a crutch on the shoulder of the fish, with a small black cloth bag hanging on the crutch, a stance to go far away, and a proud smile As soon as I saw Founder, I laughed and said, "Master, when are we going to start?"

Seeing here, Founder understands that this is salted fish won. But he was curious, did salted fish win? It stands to reason, as long as the red baby keeps publishing, there is no possibility of losing!

Fang Zheng looked curiously at the red baby and asked.

The red baby was tearful, pointing angrily at the salted fish, "Master, this salted fish wonton is nothing! It's so exciting!"

"Ah, hey, Jingxin, you can't say bad things about me. I'm pure, you obviously have more to calculate ..." Xianyu hummed.

Founder waved his hand, shut him up, and let the red baby continue.

The red baby said: "This old **** played with me for a day and night, and suddenly scratched his **** and provoked the fish tail out of scissors! I want to curse ..."

Speaking of which, the red baby's face was full of tears, grabbing the big bowl, grunting was a big mouthful.

Founder suddenly realized that it is no wonder that the salty fish that resembles an individual will suddenly jump into such an obvious pit. The feeling is that this guy is calculating a red baby! It ’s really a mantis catching cicadas, and the cardinals are behind, one by one!

However, if he lost the gambling service, Founder still had to bring the salted fish down the mountain.

The salted fish cried, "Master, I don't have to pretend to be dead this time, right?"

Founder shook his head and said, "No, although you have made it public, poor monks don't want to go out and be watched. They can walk and talk to salty fish. They are much rarer than pandas. You still pretend to be dead. Fish, you're here, you can come down again. "

The salty fish had no choice but to obediently roll his little luggage into the Xumi scales, and then lay down on the ground, pretending to be dead.

Founder prepared some food again and stuffed it into the scales of salted fish. Finally, he found out the black cloth and wrapped the salted fish.

Everything was settled, and the Founder rang a finger and said, "Ready to go!"

"Master, do you want to collect the money before you leave?" The squirrel pointed at the pile of money under the linden tree, which was the money that was eaten by a salted fish sitting at a table every day.

The monkey pointed to the merit box and said, "There should be a lot of money here."

Founder thought for a while and finally shook his head and said, "Don't watch it, wait until the end of the month to unpack it, and watch a big one!"

After that, Founder went down the mountain carrying salted fish.

The lone wolf followed, gazing at the two people's departures and whispering, "I have a feeling that if Master goes out for a long time and the dry food is finished, the two will be hungry."

"Why?" The squirrel asked curiously.

Duwolf said very seriously: "Because Master did not bring a wallet!"

"Without a wallet? Then he's going to the south? He's going abroad?" The squirrel asked suddenly.

Pointing down the mountain, on the highway, I only heard a whining sound like a hot wheel, and it sounded like a motorcycle accelerating, and then a monk in white ran on a salty fish and ran away!

If someone looks closer, they will definitely see that this salted fish is crying!

"Master, don't you say yes, don't show the limelight, don't you be watched?" The salted fish mourned.

Founder said: "Yeah, so the poor monk asked you to run faster and was found, and no one could catch up and watch."

Salted fish: "..."

The salty fish had a hunch, and Founder chose him and the red baby for a little purpose, that is-to save money!

The salted fish ran out of Yizhi Village and went straight to Songwu County.

Halfway along, Founder's cell phone rang.

"Amitabha, good donor." Founder stopped and answered the phone.

Salted fish rolled his eyes and said, "Take a call, don't you need to stop? I can go to Songwu County in one breath. When I get to the place, I'll have some tea. Can you talk slowly?"

Founder gave him a blank eye and said, "Don't drive by phone, traffic rules, do you understand?"

The salty fish hummed twice and murmured, "Don't you say what's your speeding?" He regretted it afterwards. He didn't dare let the Founder hear it, and he looked at the Founder secretly. ,did not hear! Suddenly relieved.

"Founder host, I'm here to pick you up to the airport. By the way, do you still have the ticket?" Jing Yan's voice was very brisk and seemed very happy.