MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 64 Hype, right? [Seeking collection]

Monkeys think about it, although they don't want to get married so early, it doesn't seem to be a loss to have a child! So the monkey said silently: "Bodhisattva, please bless me, give me a pair of twin sons!"

Shang Xiang, kneeling down, as for money, there is no merit box at the moment, he can only be placed in front of the futon.

Just then, Lao Wu came to the monkey and bowed down following the incense.

The monkey said suddenly: "Lao Wu, you also beg your son? You are more than forty!"

Lao Wu gave the monkey a glance and said, "What happened to forty? I have a son in my life, but I can't live or die. I want a daughter Xiaomian, is there a problem?" After that, Lao Wu worshiped, and then also Take out two hundred pieces and put it in front.

The two came out of the hall, and the monkey suddenly remembered, saying, "Lao Wu, aren't you ligated?"

Old Wu smiled and said, "Yeah, otherwise, do you think I really want another one? This child is like raising an ancestor. I ca n’t afford to raise a big one, and I am about to be liberated. .But do n’t make a wish, put down the money, I guess the master does n’t want it. For nothing else, just for this word, the value of this money! ”

The monkey grinned bitterly and said nothing, at which point Fang was coming with two bowls of water.

The monkey's eyes suddenly turned on, but the thief said immediately, "Lao Wu, aren't you thirsty?"

Lao Wu nodded subconsciously: "Not thirsty."

"I'm thirsty. I'll help you drink your bowl of water." The monkey finished, ran over, took a bowl of water, and murmured and drank clean. Then with a soothing expression, "Master, this water is still so delicious!"

Founder nodded slightly and said nothing.

The monkey asked tentatively, "Can we have another bowl?"

"No." Founder refused decisively.

The monkey said unwillingly: "Isn't it enough last time?"

"You still have half a tank of water, you can try to fill it up." Fang Zheng looked at the monkey with a smile.

When the monkey thought of the founder's mouthful of the large tank and the large bucket, he immediately had a sore back, and gave up drinking water decisively.

Wu Wu looked at the monkey suspiciously, and said, "Monkey, isn't it? This ... just drink a bowl of water?"

The monkey reluctantly said, "Be content, this is because we are afraid of dying of thirst and give saliva to drink. Otherwise, with the temper of the master, this bowl of water is not there. Are you thirsty? Not thirsty, I helped you drink?"

Mr. Wu felt that there was something nasty in it. He gave the monkey a glance, took a sip of water, and then drank it in one breath. As a result, he didn't come up with a sigh and sprayed the sky with rain.

Seeing this, the monkey shook his head: "Waste ..."

Old Wu blushed, and quickly turned away from the topic, asking curiously, "Master, this water from the mountain is the spring? Why is it so delicious?"

Fang Zheng smiled slightly: "It is the spring water on the mountain, but this water has entered the temple of the poor monk, stained with Buddha's spirit, and has a slightly different taste."

"This ..." Lao Wu didn't believe the Buddha's energy, but it was not easy to refute in front of the Founder. When the founder didn't want to say it, he didn't ask, but he was still curious, thinking about finding time to study it carefully, if he could crack the mystery in the period ...

Old Wu's mind became active.

Old Wu Dao: "Master, why didn't you write the words you just wrote?"

Founder smiled bitterly: "There is no hiding, the mountains are bitter, and there is no pen, ink and paper, so I can only write on the snow."

Old Wu nodded thoughtfully.

Then Monkey and Founder repeatedly expressed their gratitude, and said that his girlfriend has been uncomfortable recently, and it is difficult to go down the snowy mountain road, so he didn't come up to thank him in person and so on, and then he pulled Lao Wu down the mountain.

After walking halfway, Lao Wu patted his head and shouted, "Oh, I forgot to ask Han Xiaoguo."

The monkey cursed with a smile: "Do you really ask?"

Lao Wu smiled bitterly: "Well, I have no idea to talk about it outside, let's not mix in, but I also made money when I saw these words!" Lao Wu's stinking fiddled with the camera, and the camera was impressive It is Founder's "Vajra Sutra" written in Longfo. Although only a part, it is enough.

The two descended with joy.

The mountain was cleared again, and the Founder had nothing to do. He simply took the lone wolf and walked inside the mountain with a wooden stick. While walking, he looked for a large open space to practice the Dragon and Buddha instruments. This text really has a magic power. It was written The more, the more comfortable, as if smoking marijuana, addictive! Founder swears that he has never been so obsessed with writing since he was young!

One day passed quickly, the next day, a newspaper article in Songwu County published an article titled "Little Temple Tibetan Master", accompanied by several texts of Dragon and Buddha documents. From the moment Wu Changxi was sent out, he was waiting with the editor-in-chief, etc., hoping that I would make a big splash this time.

However, they still read the influence of newspapers. In this era, how much sales can a small newspaper in a county have? Even if there are sales, they are basically some internal orders, and then buy them as furnishings, and wait for the emergency support when there is no paper in the toilet in the village.

Therefore, three consecutive days passed without any movement.

The editor-in-chief patted Wu Changxi's shoulders and said nothing, but the meaning was very clear.

Wu Changxi quit, took leave directly, took the photo and went to the city, he didn't believe it, would such a beautiful word, such an atmospheric word have no selling point? At the same time, Wu Changxi sent many photos of Yizhi Temple on Weibo, including the photo of Fang Zhengxue's flying book, and the finished word. And Aite has many well-known calligraphy masters.

result……

"Is this a movie?"

"The special effects are good."

"The young monk acted very seriously."

"Looking for the movie name, you should still be able to watch it."

"Little production, haven't you seen any ads ..."

Wu Changxi saw here, with a look of speechlessness and helplessness, and replied: "This is a real thing, without any synthesis. If there is a bit of falsehood, the sky is thundering! This temple is on the mountain of one finger! Those who do not believe, go Look!"

"Brave, right?"

"Yizhishan? What kind of ghost place is that?"

"Searched, a small hill, there are people on it?"

"Hype?"

...

Wu Changxi suddenly became angry: "If you believe in love, don't believe it!"

As for those who call calligraphy, most people probably don't read it. After all, Wu Changxi's influence is too small. Even if I watch it, I also subconsciously think that this is the stuff of computer synthesis.

Even a famous calligraphy artist in the city, Ouyang Huayi, politely replied: "Popularity! Use hands and feet, write on the snow? Misunderstanding, your photo is really a bastard! Honestly write on paper to understand!"

Wu Changxi was instantly furious, and replied: "Mr. Ouyang, you can not believe it, you can verify it, but you can't insult anyone!"

Ouyang Hua replied, "Huh! Are you worth it?"

Wu Changxi was almost vomiting blood due to Qi.

In Heishan, Wu Changxi directly killed the Calligraphy Association, and ran into head-on Ouyang Huayu who was drinking tea at the Calligraphy Association! Ouyang Huayi glanced at the photo in Wu Changxi's hand, and then directly threw it away, disdainfully said: "Slamming trick!"