The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

After drinking, the salted fish was poured into a bowl and there was no drop left!

The salted fish clicked and ate the tea from the mouth.

Then the salted fish took a full sip, exhaled a clear scent, shook his head and looked at a group of stunned people.

The eyes of these people were very strange, as if they saw a pig eating the best ganoderma, the kind of distress that ruined the best in the world, and the salted fish looked a little embarrassed.

The salted fish waved its fins and said, "Okay, don't look at it, it all dissipates. I was wondering, my ancestor, drinking water to quench my thirst, and I was also embarrassed by you ... It's up! "

After that, the salted fish turned and left.

"Wait a minute!" Just then, Mr. Qian yelled and stopped at the salted fish.

The salted fish turned back and looked at him with a stupid look: "I'm leaving, don't wait, can you sting?"

Then the salted fish left ...

Yes, that's it ...

Boss Qian stood alone in the wind, and it was called a mess ... I cursed in my heart: "Who are these people in the temple? No, what are they? Really Nima ... people and people What is the minimum respect between them? Uh ... it seems that the other party is not human ... "

The others looked at the poor man on the iron plate again, shaking his head.

Mr. Qian's old face flushed, and he froze ...

At this moment, Song Ming came over and Song Ming sneered: "Mr. Qian, I heard someone earlier that when a traitor will automatically lower IQ. Now it seems that it should be true."

"Song Ming! What do you mean?" Boss Qian angrily.

Song Ming grinned and said, "What do you mean, don't you know?" After a smile, Song Ming sank and scolded word by word: "Dog traitor!"

When boss Qian heard it, he was furious, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Song Ming, who do you scold?"

Song Ming said: "I scold the dog!"

When boss Qian heard it, he would slap!

Just then, a white figure stood in front of Song Ming, and asked gently, "Door, what are you doing?"

Boss Qian naturally knew this monk, and the only person in the Yizhi Temple formed the monk, Founder!

However, when he came to the temple, he was taken aback and saw that the Lord had been born. Evil was born from the side of his gall. He thought about pumping him in the mouth and said that he had hit the wrong person. ?

So, Mr. Qian's arm was shouted with a roar: "Song Ming, I'm pumping you to death!"

Almost at the same time, there was a smile in Mr. Qian's eyes ... but the next moment, his smile turned into fear!

I saw that his slap was raised high, and the pilgrims who had originally been incense stick up their sleeves, and fell on him with the fierce eyes of a hundred enemies!

This look was like the same bucket of ice water, and the money boss was instantly woken up!

Who is in front of you? This is Founder!

In the south is okay, in the northeast, Heishan City, who dares to fight Founder in the street? That's lively!

Founder's fans can drown him with saliva!

Looking around, a large circle, five big and three thick Northeast man, showed a muscle block leaning against him, and the sweat of Boss Qian stood up. I only felt that if this slap continued, he would most likely be killed here!

So, Mr. Qian's slap did not dare to fall, and he waved backwards and said, "Isn't it OK to move the shoulders?"

After that, the boss Bo Qian left immediately.

The crowd immediately laughed and saw the flowers ...

A hiss.

"Thank you, Founder." Song Ming thanked him.

Founder shook his head and said, "Amitabha, this is what a poor monk should do. Donor, the poor monk just heard you say, traitor? What does this mean?"

So Song Ming reiterated what he had said to Tang and others, in the presence of everyone.

Everyone heard, sighing, and then continued to scream.

Founder also frowned, and did not expect that Huaxia was already so powerful, and there were still people willing to kneel to become slaves.

Song Ming saw Fang Zheng frown, and said sincerely: "Master, now the people from the Bi Rui family are here again, we are afraid of losing. We are not afraid of losing, but the Chinese tea has just started to improve, and it will be suppressed. I ask the Founder abbot to give me some kind of cold bamboo tea just now, so that we can win this game and win back our dignity! "

Tang Chen also stepped forward and begged: "Founder Abbot, I know that you are a real master, and I ask you to help us ... If the Bi Rui family really has the ability, we lose and we lose, and follow-up efforts, beyond. But with such dirty methods, we were not convinced and unwilling to lose! I implore the master to give the kind of tea just given and win the game! "

Tang confused and closed his hands, and the ancients saluted: "I beg the master to help."

Boss Jia also came forward and said, "Master, although I have business dealings with Boss Qian, but I am ultimately a Huaxia person. In this contest, I implore the master to win for China Huaxia. For Huaxia tea, correct the name!"

The others were still laughing, but they didn't laugh when they heard this.

Many people from the tea industry came this time, some were tea connoisseurs, some were tea sellers, and even tourists, seven or eight out of ten drank tea.

Seeing this situation, everyone was saluting each other, and said, "I beg you, Master!"

Fang Zheng was worshipped by these people all of a sudden, and his head turned slightly, rubbed his nose, and folded his hands together: "All the donors, your request, the poor monk may not be able to meet it."

Everyone was stunned. Everyone did not expect that Fangzheng's request was rejected by hundreds of people!

This is a problem that can be solved by raising your hands. Founder doesn't even help?

Everyone was puzzled, but did not mean to blame.

Tang Chen was anxious and wanted to ask what.

Tang waved his hand confusedly and suppressed him, asking inexplicably, "Master, why is this?"

Founder beckoned, the salted fish came out, and brought another bowl of tea, and drank there.

Founder: "Is this tea sought by donors?"

Everyone nodded.

Song Ming even said: "The salty fish mage slow down. If you give this tea to Xia, you will be able to overpower him."

The salted fish doubled up and dried directly!

Song Ming anxiously stomped his feet.

Tang Chen couldn't help it again, Master: "Don't you like to feed fish with this tea rather than give it to us, to fight for China?"

"Yeah?" Everyone asked in unison.

Founder smiled: "The donor is right this time."

Tang Chen's face was instantly ironed, and Song Ming's face was pale and bitter, "It's because we don't fight for it, and it's no wonder the master doesn't help us."

After that, Song Ming left in a despondent mood.

Founder did not stop, but said faintly: "That kind of tea is only suitable for feeding fish. Since it is a match, of course, it must be taken. Of course, if the donor does not want it, then forget it."