The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Isn't it just 50,000? My classmates are giving away more rewards, 100,000 are there!" The boy cried.

Founder raised an eyebrow and said, "Little donor, what do you fellow scientists do?"

"He and his fellows are in the real estate business." The woman sighed, with deep pain and low self-esteem hidden in her eyes. Her parents had the ability, she had no ability, and the child was more uncomfortable.

Founder nodded slightly, squatting, "Why do you reward the anchor?"

"I think she looks good, and I like how she feels when she says thank you in front of so many people, and she feels very fulfilled." When the boy said this, his eyes were full of longing. .

Fang Zheng knew this idea very well. When he was in school, he was poor and white. When he saw other classmates eating and playing well, he was also eager to have money one day. At that time, he also had a low self-esteem, but he was not as strong as this child, and he would be addicted to the honor of the virtual world. The child in front of him was obviously not in evil, but in his heart.

At the same time, Founder was unhappy with the anchor. You earn a child's money. What about your conscience?

So Founder asked, "That's how the other party received your money?"

"No, the other person asked me what it was, how old it was. I said I was an adult and already working, and this little money was nothing." The child said calmly, as if to him, this little money was indeed not. What kind of.

Fang Zheng heard that he was relieved, at least the anchor had asked, people just made that bowl of money, and the money was justified, there was no reason not to. It seems that no one can blame others.

However, Founder still asked: "What's your net name? Poor monks also like to watch live broadcasts, and also know a host. Maybe I have heard your name."

The child looked at Fangzheng with the look of you being stupid, but under the severe eyes of women, he still said honestly: "Extreme Prince."

Founder nodded slightly, remembering the name, although it may not help, but it can be considered a best effort.

Founder stood up and said, "Female donor, you take him to the temple, how do you want to drive away evil?"

When the woman heard it, she looked blank and shook her head: "I ... I don't know ..."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly: "Female donor, since you don't know how to drive away evil, how about giving it to the poor monk?"

"This ..." The woman hesitated, apparently because the other party was not very trusting.

Founder saw this and laughed: "Female donor, rest assured, the monks in this temple do not charge for evil."

The woman was relieved and nodded. "Then there will be labor abbots."

Founder nodded and looked down at the little boy and said, "Let's go with the poor monk."

"I won't go! I don't want to go! I'm not sick!" The little boy yelled, and turned and ran.

When the woman didn't hold it, she was really run away by the boy, screaming angrily, she was going to catch up.

Founder said: "No need to chase, if the donor is at ease, let the poor monk handle it."

Where women are willing to listen, they will catch up without looking at Founder.

Fang Zheng smiled and looked at the boy's back. The thumb, forefinger and little finger touched each other, the **** was kicked back, the ring finger was crossed, the mantra was meditated in his heart, and a word was gently spit out in his mouth: "Zhe!

The little boy who was running only felt that his body suddenly lost control. He clearly wanted to run, but the body stopped uncontrollably, then turned and ran to the monastery.

The little boy looked like a ghost and looked closer and closer to the Founder.

The woman froze, totally unaware of the situation.

The boy wanted to yell for help, but he opened his mouth and said, "Mom, I want to understand. I will try with the abbot."

The women were relieved when they heard it, rubbing the boy's head and saying, "Okay ... you want to open it." Oh, this is too god, right? Could he not know the prophet?

Thinking of this, women's trust in the other side has also improved a lot.

However, the boy looked at the monk in white in horror. He had not taken Fang Zheng seriously before, but now he was really afraid! Silently controlled his body, is this still human? Isn't it a monster? Won't eat him, right?

Founder turned and walked to the temple. The little boy followed, and the woman immediately followed.

The Founder asked the woman, "Door, what is it called?"

"My name is Liu Daifen. This is my son, Li Haopeng." Liu Daifen said.

"What about the child's father?" Fang Zheng asked subconsciously.

Liu Daifen heard that his face was full of loneliness ... and said, "I left three years ago."

The Founder folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, please do n’t mourn."

Liu Daifen shook his head and said, "For so many years, I'm used to it. Abbot, can you really cure this child?"

Founder shook his head and said, "The poor monk can only do his best. Whether he can change it depends on the child and you."

"Look at me?" Liu Daifen froze.

Founder nodded, but said nothing. When he came to the Buddhist temple, Founder said to Li Haopeng, "Go in and kneel, and rest assured."

When Liu Daifen heard the words, she wanted to speak, and her own children knew that if Li Haopeng was so obedient, that would be great. The result surprised her that Li Haopeng actually walked in and knelt down obediently. She looked stunned, and looked at Fangzheng with a bit of incredible and respect.

Founder asked Liu Daifen to wait at the door, entered the Buddhist temple, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited the scriptures in his mouth.

In fact, Founder is also playing tricks. Children are no better than adults. One dream Huang Liang has a great need for each person's mental strength. If the other party is weak or fragile, it is still dangerous for Founder to force a dream. Therefore, Founder did not intend to force Li Haopeng into a dream and come to a dream.

Instead, after Liu Daifen was relieved, the seal of the lion was knotted again, and the voice of the character was uttered from his mouth. A subconscious command was conveyed into Li Haopeng's consciousness, and then he continued to read the scriptures.

Li Haopeng didn't feel abnormal, the only thing that felt uncomfortable was his inability to control his body! That kind of horror is more terrifying than killing him.

An hour later, Founder looked at the time and had to eat, so he got up and took out with Li Haopeng.

Liu Daifen looked at Fang Zhengdao nervously and worriedly: "Mage, how?"

Founder laughed: "Amitabha, all the poor monk can do is to help him recite the scriptures. It depends on himself if he can change it. Donor, noon, don't starve the child, go down the mountain early."

Liu Daifen heard the words, thanked him quickly, touched his pockets, his face showed a bit of perseverance, and Fangzheng smiled: "The incense money is not much money, it's just a heart, this temple generally only accepts about one." Founder also knew that a good-faith lie would not be punished, so he lied with confidence.