The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Qingjing casually heard the words, his eyes gradually brightened, then his hands were raised, and it was a ritual to the Founder, saying: "I have been taught, but I am poor."

Founder Road: "The donor, the poor monk can see that you have a strong social influence. In fact, your influence is comparable to ordinary people. For example, the admission ticket of this conference, the poor monk will get No, but you can come as you wish. Another example ... "

"I understand the poor way." The pure scattered people interrupted Founder's words.

Founder saw this, chuckled, all are savvy people, needless to say so many.

The pure scattered man looked at Mingyue in the sky and said, "I figured out that the moon has become beautiful."

At this moment, a white hand reached out to the pure scattered person, dragging the dead branch in the palm of his hand, and a confused little bug lay on the edge of the dead branch. A sweet voice sounded in my ear: "Blow again and try."

The pure and scattered people were stunned, and the Founder's glance was white, but the fairy's style made the monk's face red. This is the first time Founder has seen the pure mentality of such a young daughter's mentality, as if she had changed from a fairy to a human girl.

However, everyone has their own love for beauty, and they are not concerned about the beauty, and they will not move other thoughts, but will appreciate it with openness. There is no dust in my heart, why fear others? Facing it openly, smiling a little, like Qingsong.

Seeing Fang Zheng's eyes so pure, the scattered person also froze. For the first time since she was a child, she saw that one could be so bright and unbridled, without any light-hearted, purely admiring eyes.

Qingjing San smiled a little, and looked back at the dead branches and bugs in Fangzheng's hands and sighed again.

As if frightened, the worm shrank back into the dead branches.

Qingjing Sanren waited for a while, but did not see any changes in the dead branches, and asked, "Nothing?"

"Yeah, you shout it, and naturally you will send it home. This is also a fate." Fang Zheng grinned and put the dead branches back into the flowerpot.

Suddenly sanctified suddenly ...

Just as the clean and scattered person was about to leave, she suddenly heard something moving in the flowerpot. She looked down and saw that the dry branches in the flowerpot suddenly moved. She said, "Is the bug coming out again?"

Sure enough, the bug ran out suddenly, and it seemed a bit reluctant. The pure and scattered people were wondering, and saw that the dead branch moved again, then the old skin fell off and appeared green, and the young shoots were drawn out. The branches began to grow rapidly, getting higher and higher, and the shoots sprouted and the green leaves spread out. , A flower blooms!

This turned out to be a pot of golden chrysanthemum!

The golden chrysanthemum looked up high and looked extraordinarily beautiful in the moonlight!

The neat casual people on the side looked at this scene, and were suddenly stunned. They didn't know what to say.

Founder smiled slightly and folded his hands together: "Supernatural power."

The pure and casual person also smiled and said politely: "Thank you Master for answering questions and doubts of the poor." As she said, Founder said before that, although the fundamental doubts in her heart were resolved, after all, she was still confused about whether she had magical powers.

But at this moment, all her confusion disappeared at the moment when Jinju bloomed.

The sense of transparency in the heart and the clarity of Lingtai made her feel that the world had become beautiful and the air was free.

The two did not mean to return to the banquet hall, but walked side by side, and walked up the top floor along the side stairs, which is the floor of the main hall of Faxiang Temple. Another kind of refreshing.

The two talked about what happened after they separated, talked about the understanding between heaven and earth, and talked more and more, and finally sat directly on the floor, leaning on the fence, watching Mingyue chatting ... At this moment, there was no fairy. Qi, the appearance of a living Buddha, is like two young children, chatting with a heart.

As for things downstairs ...

"The host of the banquet will find it impolite if we find that we are away," Fang Zheng asked.

"It's okay, that's my uncle. I won't go. He doesn't dare to say anything. Otherwise, I will let my grandpa pump him!" The pure casual man smiled with a little daughter gesture.

When Founder heard it, she suddenly realized that it was no wonder that she was treated so high after her arrival. In this case, the Founder also completely relaxed. Don't worry about wiping out the clean face, just talk on it. Anyway, he didn't like the kind of party with business atmosphere ...

Meanwhile, the banquet hall.

Businessmen, politicians, and representatives of the sect are exchanging joy, and the service personnel are woven, a lively scene.

At that moment, the high platform suddenly lighted up. Everyone looked at it and immediately became quiet. They knew that today's protagonist is about to debut. Host of this event! Many businessmen and politicians looked at the platform with anticipation.

At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped out slowly, everyone saw this and laughed.

The man in a straight suit, looking at his age, doesn't seem to be too old.

"Grandpa, who is this? He's such a big figure." Xiaoxun asked in a low voice.

Chen Daoyuan whispered: "This is the organizer of this conference, the current owner of the Nguyen family, the first generation of the YN country. Don't look at him as young, but his wrist is extremely powerful. Whether in politics or business, he has in YN It has a significant influence. Some people say that the Ruan family is YN's head. Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but it can also prove the strength of the Ruan family from the side. "

When Chen Xiaoxun heard it, he suddenly hesitated: "Ruan's house? It's Ruan's house? The **** thing that looked like it was also Ruan's house?"

"You do n’t understand. People with the surname Ruan of YN country account for forty percent of the total population! This Ruan family is not the same as Ruan family. The difference between the two is almost equivalent to the difference between us and Founder. Except for the same surname, The rest of the relationship is completely absent. "Chen Daoyuan said.

Chen Xiaoxun grinned, "This ... is also amazing, right? How old is the ancestor of the Ruan family? Forty percent of the country's population surnamed Ruan ... Terrific!"

Chen Daoyuan laughed: "Don't guess wildly, just ask if you don't understand, or read more books if you don't know how to do it. Otherwise, it will be shameful and joke."

"Grandpa, then tell me what's going on?" Chen Xiaoxun was really curious.

Chen Daoyuan saw that the owner of the Ruan family was speaking, and they were all polite and nothing to listen to. He simply gave Chen Xiaoxun a popular science and whispered: "YN before the Northern Song Dynasty, that was our place in Huaxia. Dahuaxia was related.

During the Tang Dynasty, many people fled to Sichuan. Later, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms started, and it was not safe again. After running, they ran to today's YN area. Among them is the Nguyen family.