MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 75 Blocked, blocked! [Seeking collection]

Cai Fang quickly called Ouyang Huayu.

But there was an angry roar over the phone: "The **** villagers, we are pointing the wrong way ..."

On the phone, Ouyang Huazhen went wrong, and finally stopped a villager from another village to ask for directions. This was an instant rage! Going the wrong way! I ran for half an hour!

At this time Cai Fang's phone call just happened to hear Ouyang Huayan growling in anger.

As soon as Cai Fang heard what was happening, she smiled bitterly and didn't know what to say. It was sigh of relief that she was back.

And Founder saw more and more people, and he didn't know each other. The look at him one after another looked like a liar. With various provocative looks, he looked very unhappy, so he went to the backyard. Reading the news on the Internet is even bigger than staring at these guys. From time to time, they seem to be cautious. In fact, they deliberately make him hear the taunts.

As soon as Founder left, the only stranger was gone, and the courtyard was even more lively. He was surrounded by linden trees, and his face was surrounded by Chen Jing.

Fang was staying behind for a while, and felt more and more wrong. Why was the outside talking louder and louder? More and more noisy?

"This is not okay, these guys are too noisy." Founder killed again.

As soon as he went out, Fang Zhengfang was on fire. These so-called literati saints turned around and pointed at the linden tree. Some people were still reading poetry there, and the impassioned expression seemed to be intoxicated by themselves. Founder heard a few words ...

"Bodhi, Bodhi, why are you so green?

Why is it so green?

Don't you know that the north has already entered winter, should it be time to take off the green leaves and put on autumn clothes?

... "

Fang Zheng's face was dark. Although he did n’t go to school for a long time, he still read some ancient poems. He knew what ancient poems were and some modern poems, but he did n’t catch modern poems all the time. , Is modern poetry, a little less flavor. It can also be said that Founder has no taste ...

Now, when listening to the original poems recited by these people, Fang Zheng couldn't help but say something in his heart: "What the hell! It might as well be that the sea is all catchy!"

So Founder hurried forward: "Amitabha, your donors, and the gate of Buddha is a quiet place. If you want to recite poetry, please go out."

"Hey, what's your little monk talking about? The literati chants poetry, that's elegance! If there were not Ouyang Huaying's game here today, when you will come? Even if you ask us, we won't come!" The man was upset. The man had a big pie face and a pockmark on his face, saying that he was a literati, but Fang Zheng always felt that putting him on a mahjong mask immediately turned into a bandit.

"That is, our poems are in your monastery, not to mention much glory. After a hundred years, maybe they can become famous like Yueyang Tower in the spirit of a literati." Someone should reconcile.

"Little monk, if you don't understand poetry, don't take part. Go to the backyard and get some water. Don't disturb our Yaxing."

Fang Zheng listened to these guys babbling, talking endlessly, and his heart was on fire, but it was not easy to attack. When he had a clever idea, he turned and left.

When he left the temple, Founder whistled, and a big wolf crawled out of the snowdrift. It was the lone wolf.

"Don't be lazy, all the grandchildren in the temple drove me out, leaving none! No one lives, don't see the blood, you take care of the rest."

Founder finished speaking and returned to the monastery.

The man who had ridiculed the founder laughed and said, "Little monk, why are you back? Don't you want to listen? Go out and listen."

Founder rolled his eyes. Who is this? This is his temple!

Founder Road: "Amitabha, your donors, or are you sure you still want to make trouble here? For a while, the Buddha blame the sin, don't blame the poor monk for not reminding."

"The blame of the Buddha? Haha, I have never seen the Buddha in my life. If you are lucky, it is a good thing!" One person laughed, the others should reconcile.

Jing Yan, Chen Jing, and Cai Fang looked at Founder, then suddenly realized something, and several people hurried out of the temple.

Cai Fang even helped Fang Zheng to persuade those people to come out, but one by one did not come out, but also threatened that Cai Fang was not a literati and had no courage!

Founder saw everything that should come out, so the door was closed and went to the backyard. As soon as the back door opened, the lone wolf came in.

"Amitabha, I don't know anything." Fang Zheng muttered.

The lone wolf grinned and went out.

After a while, I heard that in the front yard, chickens and dogs jumped and howled, some wolves were crying, and some so-called courageous scholars were crying.

"Wolf!"

"Oh my god, where's the wolf!"

"Such a wolf, born with a cow?"

"Who closed the door? Open it!"

"Oops, my ass!"

Stab ...

Pants, my pants ...

"Where are my shoes ?!"

"Help ..."

Three minutes later, when the Founder went out again, the yard was empty, but the rags and shoes on the floor were like the run-down market.

Founder shook his head, took out all the brooms and swept them into a pile, and put them in the trash can, and pushed the door.

I only heard someone cry outside: "The wolf hit the door! The door is blocked! The door is here!"

Founder was speechless, is this their courage? Is this too strong?

Jing Yan's yin and yang outside said strangely, "Oh, aren't you courageous? Don't you want to see the Buddha? You just didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity?"

Cai Fang smiled bitterly: "You guys, why is this so hard?"

"Cai Fang and Jing Yan, did you already know that?" The Dabianlian man angered.

Cai Fang is a good old man, but he really doesn't speak well.

On the contrary, Chen Jing was happy. He had not suffered a lot of crimes before. He had been full of resentment. Before that, he was surrounded by these writers and critics to make a comment. It sounds good, but it is ridiculous! There was nowhere to breathe in my stomach, and it was about to explode.

Now when I see the appearance of these people, I naturally laughed and said, "Hey, what do we know? We only know that people who do n’t follow the rules of others, people who randomly mess around are of poor quality, they are cleaned up, and it is normal. . "

He forgot that he was the one who didn't follow the rules before ...

Dabian face and others heard the words, the old face flushed, but yelled, "What does it mean to be unruly? We recite poetry and exchange literature, but it's an elegant thing!"

"Cut ... are you also called literature? It's okay for the composer to write poetry, and you just write two characters that can be seen." Jing Yan said disdainfully.

The cake had an angry face, but looked at Jing Yan's eyes, but she didn't let out a fart, obviously she was afraid of Jing Yan.

Founder pushed the door again. The scared legs of the big pie face almost softened. The lone wolf had taken care of him just now. He had torn off his trousers. Now it is trousers and shorts. In the winter, he played the Hawaiian beach style. !!

The cake face screamed, "Block the door, block the door! The wolf hit the door again!"