The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Fang Zheng wondered, wondering, "Tuer, this song is called" Wandering Song ". It is about a prodigal son who goes out and struggles hard, but still has nothing. He misses his hometown and misses his mother's day. This song Regardless of the tune, there is sadness and longing, and many people will resonate or sympathize with it when they hear it. How come to you, and still want to hit someone? "

The red child smirked and said, "The resonance and sympathy of fart, in our case, either go back to the hometown or die outside. If you go out like this, you ca n’t make a difference, but you are also a homesick and weak homesick. It just can't live the length of a TV series. If we don't succeed, we will become benevolent. Everything is spelled out. "

When Founder heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "No wonder you do n’t have a heavenly court there, but also a spiritual mountain and a Buddha."

"Why?" Red baby asked.

Founder was very serious: "Because life is too cheap and force is greater than human nature, naturally someone needs to go over it, otherwise wouldn't it be more chaotic?"

The red baby said indifferently; "But I still think we are good and unrestrained, just do whatever you want."

"Then you became a scatter boy?" Fang Zheng smirked.

"Master, can we not mention this stubble?" Hong Haier said bitterly.

Fang Zheng grinned. At this time, the singer was near, and he saw a man lying on a small skateboard with a cricket, and a sound was found behind the skateboard. The man had no legs, and his body was a bit deformed. His bottom was a bit high. He held two wooden boards in his hands to support it on the ground, and the trolley slid forward. As you slide, you sing through the microphone near your mouth. In front of me was a tin box. There was a lot of money in the box, ten, fifty, and a red ticket. The rest were a few, and a small pile of coins.

Many people walked around from the side of the recycling, took back some change and threw it into a tin box.

"Master, I don't think people will come to you faster than you were?" The red child looked up at Fang Zheng.

Founder directly gave him a violent shit, what is the truth of this dead child?

At this time, the singer suddenly looked up and saw Fang Zheng and Hong Ba, his eyes suddenly flashed. Founder looked at that look, as if the squirrel saw the biscuit in his hand, and the lone wolf saw the ham sausage in the hands of Zhao Datong's peers! That feels weird ...

At this time, the disabled man immediately slipped over and sang while sliding, his voice was even harder.

"Master, he's here, don't you give money?" Asked the red child.

Founder shook his head and said, "No!"

"Why?" The red child was asking, the disabled man had already come to Fang Front and looked up at them.

The red baby looked at the Founder, and the Founder said, "Amitabha, the donor, please leave."

As a result, the disabled person didn't speak, staring directly at him. At the same time, the singing voice became louder, and with a bit of crying, it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Originally, Founder and Red Baby were conspicuous, and the disabled were equally conspicuous. Coupled with a loud speaker, people passing by would inevitably be attracted to look at him. What's more, the sudden coming of such a voice was really scary, so I saw Fang Zheng and Hong Ba in fancy clothes, and then stopped and watched one by one. There are more and more people watching, and the eyes of the disabled beggar are also a little provocative, as if to say again, are you sorry?

Founder also understood that the other side saw whether he was a monk or a young monk. In addition, he attracted so many people's attention and made him sure!

So Founder crouched down and whispered, "The donors are all mixed rice, why bother?"

"Hehe ... give money!" The other person smiled, turned off the microphone, and said with a domineering voice. The meaning of the other party is very simple, I'll fix it for you! Don't you give money? Are you sorry Do you have that cheek to face countless eyes?

Founder frowned, "Door, are you robbing? Your money is much faster than the poor monk."

"Cut, you sit and collect money, I'm asking for money on your stomach, you are more comfortable than me. Give money, otherwise I will always follow you." When the other party heard the Founder's accent, it was not a local accent, and it became more firm.

Founder knows that this is not a beggar, this 80% is a robber! He has also seen a lot of reports about beggars, but he was the first time to meet such a arrogant beggar. Seeing that Fangzheng had eaten the red baby, he smiled and looked at Fangzhengdao: "Master, do you want me to shoot? A pot of stew him!"

Fang Zheng patted his head and motioned for a moment. When the red baby saw this, he smiled even brighter: "Can you stew him?"

Founder directly gave him a big white eye and said, "Jingxin, your understanding is not enough. Go back and read the" Sutra "and" Lengga Sutra "108 times!"

As soon as the red baby heard it, his face was suddenly bitter, and his understanding was not enough? Don't you just see what he means? This monk is too pit!

"Little monk, don't try to divert the topic, hurry up and give money." Unwilling to lie on the ground, whispered.

Fang Zheng glanced at the other side, and then looked at the red child, but the red child still did not understand the meaning of Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly, and sure enough, he had to go out on his own!

So Founder squatted down politely, stretched out his white hand, stretched his long fingers, and in the stunned glance of the beggar, he closed his fingers together and grabbed a handful of money. Then the beggar was stupid and dumbfounded. Watching this thief bald money into his arms! At that moment, the beggar's brain buzzed, what was going on with Nima? The style of painting is a bit wrong!

The beggar was about to growl in anger, and was prepared to use the power of the surrounding audience to threaten the monk to pay back the money.

As a result, Founder turned his hands clasped together helplessly, and said loudly, "Amitabha! Donor, I didn't expect you to be so religious! The poor monk can't ask for your money, but you have to give it to the poor monk, but to give it all. , Poor monks do n’t take much, only one, it ’s impossible to take more. ”

"You ..." The beggar glanced down at the money in the tin box, but all the banknotes were gone, leaving only a few coins to shine in the sun! The beggar almost turned his back on, and roared in his heart: Who gave it to you? Did you get it yourself? A hand? Why is your TM hand so big? You damn, dead thief is bald, do you have a good conscience?

The beggar was so angry that he immediately turned on the sound, opened his mouth and shouted, but as soon as the words came out, he became: "Master, take the money! I believe in Buddha!"

As soon as the second word came out, the beggar just felt his eyes wet, and his tears couldn't stop crying, and he climbed all morning to make money. Distressed! Also, this is not what he wants to say! There is a ghost in Nima!

PS: Shout, a book friend told me that a great **** said this. So I went to look at it, it turned out that there was such an operation in the background ... and I didn't know it before! Well, starting today, I will look at the messages said by the god. Except not spoilers, the rest will be answered one by one.