The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Master, just such a good opportunity, so big smoke, don't you run away? Don't you like trouble? The guy on the side looks like trouble! Especially the guy with a donkey face must be a big trouble! "The salted fish sounded squarely.

Founder scolded: "Let you fly earlier, you don't fly, will you be fine this time?"

"Then I have to fly! I haven't learned how to fly!" Muttered the salted fish.

Founder thought about it, if the salty fish could fly, he wouldn't have to ride the salty fish motorcycle every time. So he explained, "Do you think the poor monk doesn't want to run? It's too high. This fall, his legs are numb, and he can't move. He hasn't fully recovered his consciousness yet ..."

"Uh ..." The salted fish was speechless.

"Monk? Salted fish? Falling from the sky? My obedient, is it?" A reporter was guessing.

Just then, a group of people suddenly shouted: "Master! Master! But we have turned halfway and turned to you! Help us!"

Then I saw a group of guys being squeezed out by the police, but they were not copied, obviously they were not afraid of them running. These guys hurriedly ran to the front of Fang, and poorly asked, "Master, we are all bitter seas back, you give the shore a puppet."

"Master Salted Fish, you can't leave us alone."

...

Listening to these words and looking at these people, the reporters were not fools, and immediately understood the messiness inside. Glancing at Police Officer Ruan, who was flushed, he finally gathered in front of Fang's front and began to take pictures, while asking questions.

Salted fish said: "Master, what should I do?"

"What should I do? Don't pretend, settle your little brothers well. The poor monks should also speak to the person in charge of them." Founder finished, and threw salted fish on the ground.

The salted fish immediately jumped up and shouted, "What shout, shit? Listen to the master!"

A group of original terrorists suddenly became good babies, and the reporters stayed together as if they were wooden chickens, muttering to themselves: "Salted fish?"

Officer Ruan followed with a dumbfounded eye, and at the same time regretted that he did not believe what Officer Song had said. This time it was a shame!

Founder saw everyone be quiet, this is the only way: "All donors can turn back the sea of ​​suffering, it is commendable. The poor monk believes that the laws of the YN country will be dealt with impartially, and you will certainly have to make up for the work and be treated fairly."

"Hehe ... this is what you said," Police Officer Ruan said sourly, all the credit to his mouth was gone, and his heart was upset.

"It doesn't matter if the master said it, do you say it?" Just then, a voice sounded, with anger in the majesty.

Upon hearing this, Officer Ruan looked back, and then quickly bowed his head and called, "Homeowner."

"Shut up, since you have just been disrespectful to the master, you are no longer my Ruan family." Ruan Wuhong said without looking at police officer Ruan who was so pale that he came to the front of Fang, holding his legs. Severe pain, throwing away the people who helped him, saluting to the Founder: "The most right thing Wu Hong has done in this life is to send an invitation to the master. Thanks the master for his life-saving grace, big grace. Thanks, Wu Hong will certainly come to thank him in the future. "

Founder shook his head and said, "Donor, everything is fate."

After speaking, Founder's legs were almost recovered, and the crowd saw a familiar face. After a mild smile at the other party, they turned and left.

When the Founder turned around, the reporters would go up, but Ruan Wuhong snorted. These reporters immediately settled in place, and did not dare to chase, and took the initiative to make way, looking with complex, curious, respectful eyes The Founder slowly left.

"You are not allowed to harass the master, or you will be at your own risk." Ruan Wuhong said to the crowd and ignored them, leaving the scene with the help of others. Although the founder's medical technique was superb, this kind of wound was not healed instantly, and he needed to heal well.

Similarly, several other religious people also need to be injured, but the Ruan family provides the best environment for recuperation. After all, these people also stand up for them and get injured.

But what surprised the police most was that it wasn't really red that was hanging in the air. The one who was hit with the pig was ...

Another accident was that a person suddenly fell out of the window, beyond recognition, terribly dead ... But someone recognized the identity of the other person, it was Ruan Tianxing.

The police originally planned to track down, but Ruan Tianxing's family actively gave up accountability, and repeatedly stated that Ruan Tianxing was with a group of people such as Hong Yi and was dead.

So the police stopped investigating ...

Upstairs, one person kneeled under the throne of the gods in Faxiang Temple, slowly hoeing, and said, "Father, brother, brothers, you can rest in peace. It's over ..."

After speaking, Ba Song slowly got up and turned to leave. Looking at Fang Zhengyuan's back, after all, he did not have the courage to catch up, but whispered: "The master gave me a choice, and I chose to kill the revenge, and lived up to the master. In the future, I will be a good person with peace of mind ... "

After speaking, Ba Song left.

"Master, Ba Song killed that guy, do you think about it?" Salted Fish asked Fang Zheng.

Founder looked back and said, "Too many people, step on your feet ..."

Salted fish: "..."

"Master, can you answer my question formally? What would you do if you were Ba Song?"

Fang Zheng smiled with a grin: "I guess I shot him on the spot ... Ba Song is more insightful than a poor monk, and more tolerant than a poor monk."

Salted fish: "..."

"You don't look like a master at all." Salted Fish Road.

Founder said indifferently: "The poor monk is not a master at first. Those who know that they will die, but still stand out are masters. The poor monk is just a ... ah ... a lucky man with magical power in his hand."

"You're kind of self-aware." Salted fish said.

The Founder silently said: "Well? Hunan restaurant, chop the fish head?"

Salted fish: "Master, I was wrong ..."

"Well ... it's okay, the poor monk is vegetarian." Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction and left with the salted fish.

I have to say that Ruan's energy in the YN country is very high, and the founder just stayed in front of him. He only asked about the ticket to return tomorrow, and someone immediately sent the ticket to the founder.

"First Class ..." Fang Zheng looked at the above words in surprise, surprised.

Fang Zhengchang was so big that he hadn't even sat in the first-class cabin. For the first time, he was a little excited. As for rejection? of course not!

Founder saved their lives and received a first-class ticket from them.

"Master, what is first class?" The salted fish came up curiously.

Founder Dao: "The poor monk doesn't know much, anyway, it's ... very comfortable. Well ... search the Internet!"