The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

After speaking, the lone wolf raised his head and stepped out of the gate of the monastery. After confirming that no one was watching him, the goods ran away and ran into the woods of Houshan. Haha ..., who will dare to say that I am stupid like Husky in the future! The poor monk is smart! Haha ... "

The others in Yizhi Temple got together, stood at the gate, and looked at the back of the lone wolf. I always felt that this was a bit wrong!

Salty fish touched his chin and said, "You guys, is he angry? Isn't he beating us?"

However, asking this question is useless, compensation has been made, and the rest is waiting for compensation.

A few guys shook their heads and broke up, but they kept thinking about it ...

With regard to the affairs of several disciples, Founder did not care much. In the Founder's view, this is a bit of a spice in the temple and a little fun in life. Just like him, when he was a kid, he did not add a lot of trouble to a finger master. Of course, he didn't suffer too much, but until now, when I look back on those things, they are full of happy memories ...

Founder subconsciously picked up a photo of a Zen master and muttered, "One finger father, I really want you to come back and hit me ..."

Unfortunately, the one-finger Zen master is destined not to answer him.

After closing the door, Fang Zheng took the green brocade from the bottom of the box and hung it on his body.

The next moment, he became green ...

Founder didn't dislike it either, he looked into the mirror and murmured, "Don't say it, in fact, this puppet is also pretty ... unfortunately, my head is green."

Shaking his head, Founder stopped thinking about it, and said to the system, "System brother, the lottery is drawing!"

"Merged together?" The system asked.

Founder Road: "Must, remember to double the reward! You said it yourself, this time it must be the best baby!"

"A lottery?" The system asked.

Founder Road: "Draw!"

"Ding! Congratulations on your magical powers: Heritage Seals!"

As soon as the Founder heard it, he froze!

"Her inheritance? What is this?" Fang Zheng's mind flashed, but he immediately began to look at the specific information.

Inheritance Seal: One of the magical seals of the Buddhist family. After the success of the Inheritance Seal, it is imprinted in the blood and calls itself a method. Everything that is written, written, painted, and transmitted will be marked with blood. All methods can be passed and retracted, and they can be manipulated freely! At the same time, a certain line of blood can be designated as the heir, and no one else can get the law of inheritance.

Founder sees this a bit, it seems to be a kind of use of inheritance marks, the mark on his own words, the skills and so on, and then set permissions, let anyone see who want to see, even Deprive the relevant memories of people who have already seen at any time, and take back all the promising things that have been passed on.

But what's the use of this stuff?

"System, the thing you gave me seems to be useless!" Fang Zheng cried.

Unfortunately, the system ignored him at all.

Founder shouted two more times, always feeling that he was losing money this time! What system can he use to pretend to be a dead dog?

Fangzheng thought about the usefulness of this supernatural power for a while, but found that sadly, Mao was not used! Founder finally shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a big loss!"

Taking off the monk's clothes, and stuffing it under the box again, Founder walked out of the Zen room with an unhappy look.

At this moment, all the disciples are busy outside, the lone wolf is patrolling the mountains, and some people are throwing garbage, felling, or throwing bamboo in the mountains. Red baby and monkey are receiving pilgrims.

The salted fish once again made his offering table and was smashed with money ...

The squirrel is on the tree, looking at the situation of all pilgrims in Yizhi Temple, it is a small camera.

Since there was nothing to do, Founder decided to go out and take a look. After all, as the host, he can't always show up ...

As soon as Founder went out, he immediately regretted it. As soon as the pilgrims saw him, his eyes suddenly turned on. Rush up immediately, take a photo and take a photo, various questions ...

Founder found for the first time that his mouth was short!

However, some people asked him questions, such as ...

"Founder presided over, you stopped the medical lecture, so will you continue to start the course in the future? If you start the course, in what way are you going to start it?"

Founder stunned, medical lecture? Without asking these people, he almost forgot himself ...

However, this is indeed a problem. He knows too much about the medical field, which can't be completed in three days or two days. But want to run a class again? Think about the negative effects last time, let's forget it.

So Founder said: "There is no idea of ​​starting a class for the time being, maybe the time is ripe and we will start the class again."

At the same time, Founder was thinking about cracking methods, spreading knowledge, and saving sentient beings, which are all great feats!

It was as if he had taught carpenter skills, and now this skill provides him with some merit every day. Because those people rely on his handicraft to eat and survive!

But medicine is different. This is not only to get some of them to eat, but also to save more people in the fundamental sense!

Thinking of this, Founder had the idea of ​​publishing a book for the first time.

With this thought together, Founder suddenly remembered something, and then exulted: "I see! Fortunately, no return, this is the real baby!"

In Founder's ecstasy, he quickly said goodbye to the pilgrims, straightened out and realized something, and then went away.

Everyone saw this and looked at each other, but then smiled, and no one blame the Founder.

Must go, in Huaxia, since ancient times can be a stranger, which one is not the strange-tempered master? Compared with those weird coffee in history, Founder this is already considered normal.

Founder hurried to the backyard, took out the pen and ink, rolled out a large piece of rice paper, and began to write lowercase with a pen. With this writing, he felt different. The blood in his body was accelerating, and he clearly felt that a strange power continued to be injected into the text as he wrote.

Founder knows that this is the bloodline mark! The simple point is just an encryption method. Encrypted, this thing is who the Founder wants to see, let anyone see it. If you want to remember, you can remember, if you want to take it back, you can take it back!

In this way, Founder was not afraid of what he wrote, and was used by ulterior motives. He can finally let go of his hands and feet and teach himself what he has learned!

As he wrote, he was a little excited, but this is a book-making biography, something handed down! As long as he writes it, he will have the assurance of eternal life! This is something that no one can do in a lifetime!

Just then, the squirrel saw that Fang in the backyard was busy, came up curiously, and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"