The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Forget it, forget it ... I'm alone. They're up and down for a couple of times, and their lives are sad, so let's help her. Besides, she didn't pay back ... Well, she said, I'll pay back next month. Muttered Madame Ma.

However, a month passed quickly and Ma Xunzi waited for several days without waiting for Ma Jiangping's people, not even a phone call.

Although Ma Biaozi did not point to 20,000 yuan to survive, it was his hard-earned money after all. If it's okay to give it, think about it. But this is borrowed. How could he be considered non-existent?

After waiting for two more days, Ma Xunzi finally dialed the opposite phone, but before she spoke, Ma Jiangping chatted with him, chatted, chatted at home, and talked for a long time, she never said anything about paying back the money!

Ma Xunzi hinted two sentences, and it seemed as if he didn't understand.

Hanging up the phone, Ma Biaozi was sitting on the mule, looking at the deserted room, only feeling that the world was colder ...

Another day has passed, and Ma Xunzi decided to show off with him.

This time when I called, Ma Biaozi heard the sound of mahjong from Ma Jiangping. The sound of people at home seemed very lively.

Ma Jiangping also said that several brothers and sisters are here and are playing Mahjong and chatting. Subsequently, Ma Jiangping put the power amplifier function!

As soon as Ma Yizi heard it, so many people, and everyone was talking, seemed to be greeting him. With so many people present, Ma Xunzi was also embarrassed to ask for money, and he could only hang up after two more words.

Ma Biaozi waited for a few days and still had no letter. She called several times and hung up before speaking.

Ma Bianzi finally found an opportunity and asked directly about the money. As a result, there was a cry of crying father and mother, as if the money was returned, it was going to be dead.

In desperation, Ma Biaozi can only continue to wait. Two months have passed since he waited. In the past two months, he only felt panicked, couldn't eat or eat, and had trouble drinking and drinking, and his carving skills had dropped significantly. It's not because of this person, but because of this person!

The more I thought about it, the more my heart became colder, and my heart was distressed. After thinking about it, I came to the mountain all the way.

After listening to Ma Biaozi, Founder couldn't help but sigh. Founder Ma has not encountered such a situation, and just listening to the words of the sister-in-law's family, Founder is not good at judging who is right and who is wrong. Among them, it is necessary to go and see for yourself.

With this in mind, Founder stood up and said, "Amitabha, the donor, your poor monk knows. Do you know where your relative is?"

Ma Xunzi didn't understand what Founder asked, but he still told Founder.

Founder nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and then said, "Donation, you go back first. The poor monk will come to you in two days and tell you the answer."

Ma Bianzi opened her mouth, much like saying: Now you want to know the answer.

However, after seeing Fang Zheng's calm eyes, Ma Xunzi was unable to say. I have studied carving with Fang Zheng for so long, even though he is the elder of Fang Zheng, although he grew up watching Fang Zheng, although he has hit Fang Zheng's ass. But there is no order of study, the master is the teacher. Following Fang Zheng's long-term learning, Fang Zheng's unique insights into carving and his superb skills have long since convinced Ma Biaozi. I have found Fang Zheng as respectful as a teacher in my heart, and naturally I dare not violate Fang Zheng's meaning. So, he reciprocated, saying that he understood, and then went down the mountain.

As soon as Ma Biaozi was gone, Founder had not spoken yet, and the salty fish bounced up and shouted, "Oh! This man is finally gone! Sure enough, he has a lot of words when he is old. It's a long story. I thought it was so easy to pretend to be a dead fish? My ancestor was frozen to death! "

As the salted fish looked at the dishes on the plate, the result was as smooth as a mirror! Look at the rice in the rice bowl.

The salted fish eyes glared and mourned: "It's too much! Master, don't care about this? I'm still trying to pretend to be dead fish in the temple, can't you make me hungry?"

Founder looked at the salted fish and shook his head slightly, too lazy to care about him, and went straight into the kitchen.

Seeing that Founder was gone, the salted fish was even more unhappy, and shouted: "You guys are too bullying fish, this day is too long? Give me a stand! I will tell you, my ancestors, you will regret it! Youth is poor! "

The squirrel looked up thickly and said quietly, "You are all 90,000 years old ... not too young."

The salted fish was suddenly choked, glanced at the squirrel, and quickly changed: "You don't care about me today ..."

Speaking of this, Fang Zheng suddenly came out from the door, looked at him curiously, and said to his heart: Has this salted fish been modified? Bloody? So he asked, "How?"

The salted fish stared at Fangzheng, then looked at the red baby who was flexing his muscles, and finally looked at Fangzheng's shoes, screaming: "Tomorrow will be cloudy and sunny!"

Fang Zheng heard the word and almost sipped out the old blood, and the dead fish was still persuaded as usual ... Shaking his head, Fang Zheng turned and left.

The salted fish breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat poorly in the chair and looked up at the sky. At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his dreams, and there was only one thought in his mind-hungry!

When the salty fish was angry, a loud snoring sounded, a large bowl was placed in front of him, and then a scent smelt, and a faint voice sounded: "Eat, you must be in time for dinner later."

The salted fish froze. Looking at the large bowl of rice and vegetables in front of him, the whole fish was a little silly. Scratching the fish's head, he only felt that his brain was a little behind. When was this monk so kind? Turning his head to the Founder who was out of the monastery, the salted fish clicked, but he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the red baby jumped onto the table and said, "The bowl is not enough. Master asked me to keep a copy when I had a meal. Whoever came last and who ate the pot last. But Master said, you must be the bottom of your character. ... Do you think Master won't let you eat? Hey, thanks to you living so long ... "

After that, the red baby was gone.

Just then, the squirrel came together, scratching his head and said, "Wow, there are so many left for you. But I also helped you hide a rice ball ..."

After that, the squirrel took a rice ball from his small pocket and put it in a large bowl. The rice ball is not big. After all, the squirrel is so big, but the salted fish is sour that the eyes have no reason.

The salted fish opened his mouth and wanted to say thank you, but when he got to the mouth, he changed it stiffly: "This order is not enough for my ancestors to eat. You can eat this little thing, and keep it for yourself. "

As soon as the words came out, the salted fish a little regretted. He meant to thank the squirrel and let the squirrel eat more by the way. But by his stinking mouth, it became offensive.

For the first time, salted fish was a bit disgusted with this broken mouth.

Sure enough, the squirrel stunned and said a little sadly: "You dislike it ..."