Chapter 395 Bullying? 【Subscribe】
"Hold on, go back when you go back. There are monks everywhere, you want to run around and be seen, what should you do?" Zhizhi said.
"It's worth it... Be cautious, be careful, be careful, right? Oh...Master Zhizhi, it would be great if you become the host. Then I'll be happy, I want to fuck girls, I want to do whatever I want!" Zhiyun said.
"Just be content with it. You were not happy when I brought you to become a monk." Zhizhi said.
Zhiyun laughed 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 like a green lamp and an ancient Buddha, and I didn't even have a bit of oil or water to eat. How did you know that you are so good at being a monk? Nanfeng Temple, you can grab all the funds, tsk tsk... Back then, your accounting certificate was really worthless. But the monks in Nanfeng Temple are really stupid. They just know how to recite sutras every day, as if chanting sutras can be eaten as food. It’s still fun for us, they recite scriptures, we go down the mountain to listen to music; they eat vegetarian food, we eat meat and drink; they don’t look up when they see women, so we are invincible all over the mountain, right?”
"Okay, okay, if you do this kind of thing, just do it, don't talk about it!" Although Zhizhi was reprimanding him, his eyes were also full of pride. When he was a monk, no one was optimistic about him. A lot of classmates said he was stupid, now let's compare, who is more chic than him? Thinking of the numbers in my card, I sneered in my heart: "When I go back, I will buy the best house, the best car, open a company, and be the boss. Let them understand who is the father!"
"Okay, let's not talk about it. Brother, I really want to find a woman. Look at the street, one by one with their girlfriends, hanging shoulders and backs. This is not showing off... stupid! This is not Is there any reason? A monk, come to show off!" Zhiyun suddenly cursed.
Wisdom was stunned, and when he heard the sound, he saw that, sure enough, a young monk in white was sitting on the reception sofa of a hotel with a very beautiful girl, saying this, at this time, the two of them didn't know what they said, and they looked at each other up!
Zhiyun couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted sourly: "Brother, look at the wild monk over there, who is still wearing a white monk's robe. Doesn't he know that monks can't wear pure-color monk's robes? Tsk tsk, he even came to the hotel with a female benefactor Tsk tsk... I don't know how his master taught it, isn't this ruining our Buddhism?"
When Fangzheng heard this, his brows furrowed in an instant. He turned his head and saw a fat monk with a fat head and big ears walking into the hotel following a monk with an equally fat head and big ears. Always smiling, giving people a kind feeling, wearing a yellow monk's robe, holding a string of beads in his hand, giving people a good feeling. But Fangzheng always feels that this person is fake...
The fat monk following behind was not tall, with a string of thick rosary beads hanging around his neck, and a black plastic bag in his hand, which was so bulging that he didn't know what it contained. He was the one who spoke. After the fat monk finished speaking, he did not forget to cast a strange glance at Fangzheng, but when he glanced at Ouyang Fenghua, his eyes obviously paused.
Ouyang Fenghua was already in a hurry, but when he was scolded suddenly, he became angry, and shouted: "It's a pity that such a good hotel allows dogs to come in and bite people indiscriminately."
When Zhiyun heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, he was scolding him! So he said angrily: "You female benefactor, why are you swearing at people?"
Ouyang Fenghua immediately turned into a cute smiling face, smiling, and asked with some surprise: "Oh, did I scold someone? So I scolded someone? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought I scolded a dog Woolen cloth."
"You...time" Zhiyun suddenly became angry, and opened his mouth to shout something, but Zhizhi grabbed him and swallowed the words.
Clutching his palms together, Fangzheng and Ouyang Fenghua bowed and said: "Amitabha, poor monk Nanfeng Temple Zhiyun, this is poor monk's younger brother Zhiyun, what is the name of this mage and benefactor? Which famous mountain is he practicing in?"
As the saying goes, don't hit smiling faces. Although Ouyang Fenghua didn't think this monk was a good person, he didn't say anything, and stepped back to Fangzheng to deal with it.
Fangzheng smiled gently, clasped his hands together and said: "Poor monk, Fangzheng, the presiding officer of Yizhi Mountain and Yizhi Temple, has met Master Zhizhi."
"One Finger Mountain and One Finger Temple?" Zhi Zhi mage was stunned for a moment, then looked thoughtful, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally he didn't know whether it was intentional or real, his voice also raised his voice, and he shook his head and said: "The poor monk asks himself I know all the major monasteries in the province, even the small monasteries in the mountains, the poor monk has heard of it. But the poor monk has searched all over his memory, and he has never heard of this finger temple. Could it be that the master is a big monastery outside the province? The host?" The words outside the province, university, and host can only be accentuated.
When the voice was spoken, the entire front hall could hear it clearly. The waiter at the front desk and the few monks who had just got off the elevator all heard the sound and looked over.
Zhiyun immediately responded: "Brother, I was so scared that I quickly flipped through the map, let me have a look, One Finger Temple... search, oops, I can't find this temple. Is it a big foreign temple? The abbot of the temple, this is rare!"
This senior brother sang together, his voice became louder and louder, attracting more people's attention, it was obvious that he was disgusting Fang Zheng!
Hearing this, Ouyang Fenghua was immediately very angry, but now Fang was talking to the other party, and she was not good at talking, so she could only stare at the two fat monks angrily with her most fierce expression from behind! She couldn't figure it out, it's fine, why are these two monks making trouble for them?
Fangzheng was also at a loss. He was sure he 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 anger, not to mention that Fang Zheng himself is not a high-spirited monk or a master of Wuwei. Before I didn't have a room to live in, I was already uncomfortable, but now I'm being troubled by others, it's even more uncomfortable.
But Fangzheng also knew that if they didn't show their swords and guns clearly to embarrass them, he couldn't immediately point their noses and scold them. What's more, he can't curse...
So Fangzheng took a deep breath and asked with a smile: "In the eyes of the two mages, 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 brother for advice?"
Zhizhi raised his head slightly in a cooperative manner, as if a master of Taoism looked at his disciples. In his opinion, Fangzheng is young, so he must not have much knowledge. Moreover, he had never heard of One Finger Temple, and he couldn't find it on the map. Moreover, as far as he knew, all major monasteries could be presided over by old monks. Such a young host? Either that. Or it's a small mountain temple, just a couple of people... This kind of small temple is not a temple at all in his eyes.