MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 72 It ’s alright [seeking collection]

Coupled with what is being done above is bright and clear, there is nothing to fear being looked at, calm in heart, Jing Yan naturally see nothing. Jing Yan can only add one sentence in her heart: "Although I am young, my cheats are profound!"

If Founder knows that Jing Yan thinks so, he might vomit blood three times and call out injustice.

Wu Changxi hurried forward: "Master, that, look at this game."

Founder shook his head decisively and said, "The donor, the Buddha gate is a quiet place, and the matter of competition must be mentioned again. If you burn incense and worship the Buddha, please ask, if it's all right, everyone is free."

"Master, don't leave now. This matter is related to human life!" Wu Changxi saw that Fang was so hard-hearted that he didn't compete, and cried with a clever idea.

Founder frowned, "How do you say that?"

When Wu Changxi saw a play, he immediately said: "Master, this is the thing. Last time I came here, I was fortunate to see the master write on the snow. The word is very beautiful and quite style, so I took a picture and wanted to share it with everyone. Look. Good thing, isn't it okay for everyone to enjoy it? "

Founder thought about it, this is also a good thing, nothing to say, nodded.

Wu Changxi continued: "The problem is coming, some people don't believe it! Say the photos I took are fake, and you write on the snow are also fake, everything is fake! I'm a Wu Changxi who has been in this business for 20 years Nothing else, good faith still exists. Twenty years of good reputation can not be defeated in this way, I dissatisfied, and came to the theory. As a result, people even scolded me as a liar! Master Shier can tolerate, but I can't stand it!

Destroying a reputation for a lifetime is equal to killing me! I am a journalist. If I have no credibility, what else can I leave? I ca n’t prove my innocence today, am I still alive? Find a place to die today! "

Founder looked at Wu Changxi, and Wu Chang looked angrily at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "The donor's words make sense, but they are not to death."

Founder can see the calamity of anyone in the next three days. If Wu Changxi is going to die immediately, it is impossible for Founder to see it. Since there was no vision, it means that this guy just said two bitter words to deceive the party. Founder did not like the feeling of being deceived or used, and turned and left.

"Master, master ... don't go! Real life is off, I bet a million in it. If I lose, how can I pay for it! What will happen then will be a family ruin! You ca n’t see death. Help! "Wu Changxi rushed forward, clamoring for the thighs, screaming.

Founder is also helpless, this morning, first came a few inexplicable reporters, and then came such a rogue splashing skin, which does not make people feel at ease living a clean life? Also, so many people begging and begging, not even a joss stick, how about you shouting?

Although the founder was upset, Wu Changxi's words were still a little touched, one million! How much is one million? Founder counted his fingers and found that it was not enough! So much money, how could they be used for gambling? Really a bunch of **** ... you have more money to donate. Didn't you see that the abbot is poor and can only eat rice every day without a pickle?

"Amitabha, donor, you still give up. Poor monks really can't participate in this so-called competition. This competition doesn't make any sense. Why are you doing this?" Fang Zheng still shook his head and refused.

"Little monk, who said this game is meaningless?" Just then, Jing Yan stepped forward and called.

The Founder asked, "Will the donor, what's the point?"

"The significance is great. Today's Chinese culture is declining and foreign cultures are invading like a wolf. Look at our children. They all use pencils, ballpoint pens, and pens. Can anyone use a brush? Then look at our classroom. The importance of language Sex is not as good as a foreign language! Look at our children's names. There are more and more foreign names. Open your mouth and shut up. You have to add two sentences of English in one sentence. It looks different and superior. The root of such a sick society is Local cultural propaganda is not in place, local culture is lost, children lose themselves, and are attracted by foreign cultures. Today, this game seems to be a personal name battle between Wu Changxi and Ouyang Huaying. In fact, it is a cultural propaganda. Great opportunity!

As long as we hype this matter, we can use the two characters to make articles, guide public opinion, and focus on Chinese calligraphy. Doesn't this make sense?

Moreover, Wu Changxi is indeed an old journalist. A journalist has lost his reputation. What else? Nothing!

In addition, I want to remind you that when Ouyang Hualian suspected that your calligraphy was fraudulent, Wu Changxi went around for you, just to give you a name. As a result, Ouyang Huazhen used some means to make him lose his job! Now he says that he is a reporter, but in fact it has long been nothing!

For such a person, shouldn't it be to participate in a game, for himself, for Wu Changxi, and for the national culture? Doesn't it make sense? "Jing Yan is like pouring beans," Wu said forcefully.

Fang Zheng was said to be dumb, and he didn't finish reading in high school. Where did the eloquence say Jing Yan, a senior student? Not to mention people or reporters, they just eat the bowl of text! The point is, women always seem to be stronger than men when they argue. All the factors combined, the Founder sent a white flag.

However, Founder is also aggrieved. Who doesn't want to make a reputational sale? However, the system will not let it! He is weak and weak! His grievance, who to talk to?

Founder sighed: "Amitabha, what the donor said is reasonable, but it is not possible to play in the temple. A few, let's go."

"You little monk, why are you so stubborn? The temple can't be compared, can't we go down the mountain?" Chen Jing cried.

It's okay not to mention this stubble. When it comes to this stubble, Founder is even hotter! Down the mountain? He also wants to go down the mountain! Can't go down!

So Founder shook his head and said, "This temple has only one poor monk. How can we go down the mountain? Donors ..."

"Don't go down the mountain! Master, the temple is not suitable for competition. We can compare in the open space outside the temple! The mountain top is so big, far from the temple, and it won't be over without the noise of the gods and Buddhas?" Wu Changxi slammed his head and shouted.

Founder was stunned, yeah! It ’s not comparable in the temple, you can go out!

So Founder asked: "System, is it okay to go out?"

"Ding! Yes."

Founder was immediately overjoyed, so he nodded and said, "Well, you have already spoken to this, and the poor monk can only agree. However, the poor monk's words are common, and it is difficult to reach the elegant hall. If you lose or the word It's too ugly, please make fun of me. "

Founder is not stupid, his own words are good, to be honest, he really lacks the level of appreciation. Since Ouyang Huazhen is a calligraphy man, he must be exquisite. Founder didn't want to be full, and when he was beaten, it wasn't fame, it was shame.