"Hold it, you can go back after you go back. There are monks everywhere here. If you want to run around and mess around, what should you do if you are seen?" Zhizhi said.
"Come on... be careful, be cautious, be cautious, right? Oh... Master Zhi, it would be great if you became the host. Then I would be happy. I can do whatever I want to pick up girls!" Zhi!
Cloud Road.
"Just be content. When I brought you to become a monk, you weren't happy yet," Zhizhi said.
Zhiyun chuckled and said: "At that time, I didn't know that being a monk was so good. I used to think that being a monk was just like the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, and you didn't even have any oil or water to eat. Who knew you were so good at it, brother?
Nanfeng Temple, you grab all the funds, tsk tsk... Your accounting certificate test was really not in vain. But the monks of Nanfeng Temple are really stupid, they just know how to chant sutras every day, as if chanting sutras can be used as food.
It’s better for us, they chant sutras, and we go down the mountain to listen to music; they eat fast, and we eat meat and drink wine; when they see a woman, they don’t even look up, so we can be considered invincible when we go down the mountain, right?”
"Okay, okay, if you do this kind of thing, just do it, stop talking!" Although Zhizhi was scolding, there was also a look of pride in his eyes. When he became a monk, no one thought highly of him. Many classmates said he was stupid.
, now we are comparing, who is more handsome than him? Thinking of the numbers in his card, he sneered in his heart: "When I go back, I will buy the best house, the best car, open a company, and become a boss.
It’s time for them to understand who is their father!”
"Okay, just don't say it. Brother, I really want to find a woman. Look at the street, one by one with their girlfriends, arm in arm. This is not showing off... bastard! This is not the case.
Is there any justice? A monk is here to show off!" Zhiyun suddenly cursed.
Zhi Zhi was stunned. He heard the sound and looked around. Sure enough, a little monk in white was sitting on the reception sofa of the hotel with a very beautiful girl. He said this. At this time, the two of them didn't know what they said, but they looked at each other.
Got it!
Zhiyun couldn't help it anymore and shouted sourly: "Brother, look there is a wild monk over there, wearing white robes. Doesn't he know that monks can't wear solid-colored robes? Tsk tsk, he came to the hotel with a female benefactor.
.Tsk tsk...I don’t know what his master taught him. Isn’t this corrupting our Buddhism?”
When Fang Zheng heard this, his brows instantly wrinkled. He turned around and saw a fat monk with a fat head and big ears, followed by an equally fat monk with big ears. The monk in front seemed to be a little older, and his eyes were
He always smiled and gave people a kind feeling. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, which gave people a good feeling. However, Fang Zheng always felt that this person was fake...
The fat monk following behind was not tall, with a string of thick rosary beads hanging around his neck, and carrying a black plastic bag in his hand. It was not clear what was contained in the bulging bag. He was the one who spoke. After the fat monk finished speaking,
He still cast a strange glance at Fang Zheng, but when he glanced at Ouyang Fenghua, his eyes obviously paused.
Ouyang Fenghua was anxious, but when someone scolded him suddenly, he became angry and shouted: "It's a pity that such a nice hotel allows dogs to come in and bite people randomly."
When Zhiyun heard this, he was stunned. Then he came to his senses and realized that he was scolding him! So he said angrily: "You, the female donor, why are you scolding people?"
Ouyang Fenghua immediately turned into a cute smiling face, smiling, and asked with a bit of surprise: "Oh, I cursed someone? So who is the person I cursed? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought I was scolding a dog.
Woolen cloth."
"You... times" Zhiyun suddenly became angry and opened his mouth to shout something, but was caught by Zhizhi and swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Zhi Zhi put his hands together and bowed to Fang Zheng and Ouyang Fenghua: "Amitabha, the poor monk Nanfeng Temple Zhi Zhi, this is the poor monk's junior brother Zhiyun. What are the names of this mage and benefactor? Which famous mountain does he practice?"
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. Although Ouyang Fenghua felt that this monk didn't look like a good person, he didn't say anything and stepped aside to let Fang Zheng deal with it.
Fang Zheng smiled gently, put his hands together and said in return: "Poor monk, Fang Zheng, the presiding officer of Yi Zhi Mountain and Yi Zhi Temple, has met Master Zhi Zhi."
"One finger to the mountain and one finger to the temple?" The smart mage was stunned for a moment, and then he looked like he was thinking. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter. In the end, he didn't know whether it was intentional or true. His voice became louder, and he shook his head and said, "The poor monk asked himself
The poor monk is aware of all the major temples in the province, even the small temples in the mountains. However, the poor monk has searched his memory and has never heard of this temple. Could it be that the master is from a large temple outside the province?
"President of?" The words "outside the province, big, presided over" can only be emphasized.
When this voice was spoken, the entire front hall could hear it clearly. The waiters at the front desk and several monks who had just come off the elevator all heard the sound and looked over.
Zhiyun immediately responded: "When senior brother said this, I was so scared that I quickly turned over the map and asked me to see, Yizhi Temple... I searched, and there was no such temple. Could it be a big foreign temple? A big foreign temple.
The abbot of a temple is very rare!"
This brother sang in harmony, his voice getting louder and louder, attracting more people's attention. It was obvious that he was disgusting Fang Zheng!
When Ouyang Fenghua heard this, she immediately became very angry. However, Fang was talking to the other party now, and she couldn't speak easily. She could only stare at the two fat monks angrily from behind with her most fierce expression! She just
I can't figure it out. Why are these two monks causing trouble to them?
Fang Zheng was also confused. He definitely didn't know these two monks, so why did he get into trouble for no reason? As the saying goes, the Clay Bodhisattva also has three points of fire energy, not to mention that Fang Zheng himself is not an enlightened monk or a master of Wuwei. Before,
It was already uncomfortable to live without a room, and now it was even more uncomfortable to be troubled by others.
But Fang Zheng also knows that if someone wants to embarrass them without showing their swords and clear guns, he can't immediately point their noses and scold them. What's more, he can't curse people...
So Fang Zheng took a deep breath and asked with a smile: "In the eyes of these two masters, what kind of temple is a big temple? What kind of temple is a small temple?"
Master Zhiyun’s disciple Zhiyun smiled and said, “Are you asking my senior brother for advice?”
Zhi Zhi raised his head slightly in cooperation, as if he was a master looking at his disciples. In his opinion, Fang Zheng was young, so he must not have much knowledge. Moreover, he had never heard of Yizhi Temple, and it was not on the map.
Found it. And, as far as he knew, all the people who could be the abbots in major temples were old monks. To be the abbot at such a young age? He was either lying. Or it was a small temple in the mountains, with only three or two people... This
A small temple is not considered a temple at all in his eyes.