Zhao Piaopiao was very angry with me.
Although the identity of the guardian temple is forged, the other party doesn't know it. If I were blocked by the owner on the spot, I don't know how embarrassing it would be? She's so good, she's righteous!
"Amitabha Buddha, the female benefactor, the poor monk has not yet been formally ordained, but has already received the salvation, and will soon become the official monk of Falong Temple. The master allowed me to use the number first and let me stay in the temple.
If you didn't notice it for a while, you actually broke in. If you presided over the knowledge, the poor monk's ordination ceremony would be blocked; female donor, your behavior will affect the poor monk for the rest of his life. How comfortable are you saying this? "
A great reason smashed the past.
As for the disciples of the lay disciples, do they get the salvation first and then become a monk? Or the reverse order? I don't know it, anyway, I'll talk about it first.
Hearing that, Zhao Piaopiao's face began to turn red.
This girl is stubborn, but she seems to be able to distinguish right from wrong, and perhaps she will be driven away smoothly in no time.
"Slacker disciple? Huh, how do you prove that you are a lay disciple of Falong Temple? Can't make it, steal in like us? Then, get a monk's clothes to put on and drive us away, so that you can do something wrong. ?"
Xie Dahui, who was watching quietly, said aloud.
"Good quick thinking rhythm, this young man has a brain." My heart jumped. "Fortunately, I have made preparations long ago, otherwise it would be embarrassing to be dismantled on the spot."
These thoughts flashed through my heart, looked at Xie Dahui calmly, first Amitabha, and then said in a cold voice: "The benefactor is joking, and the poor monk is all committed to the Buddha. It is the wish of the Buddha to become a monk. How can there be a reason to lie? What's more, the Buddhist scriptures There is a saying that monks do not slander; if the donor does not believe it, here is the relief, you can take a look."
While speaking, he pulled out the Zhang Dubi from his arms and handed it over.
Xie Dahui motioned to his friends to stay calm, he took a few steps forward, looked at me vigilantly, and then turned over to look over.
Compare the photos above while watching.
I secretly shouted luck.
Fortunately, there is such a one-inch photo in the bag, which has been transferred to the degree, otherwise, the flaw will be seen.
The original owner of this certificate is about the same age as me, and the certificate has just been issued within a few days, and it just matches the rhetoric. Otherwise, it would be really difficult.
Justified it.
"The name of the law is Yongchen, the age is thirty-two, and the lay name is..."
He murmured as he watched it, with a thoughtful look.
Afterwards, Du Di passed a lap in the hands of a dozen men and women.
Everyone saw that the suspicion was removed from my eyes, and they already believed that I was the real Yongchen, but there was still a lack of shavedness. The difference was not bad, and I was considered a monk.
In the end, Xie Dahui handed the Du Di back to me and bowed slightly to me and said: "Master Yongchen, I have to be cautious. There are too many scammers these years. So, we will clean up this place. You can see. Do not?"
Everyone looked at me.
"The donor is reasonable, but this is not a place to keep people. After you clean up, go down the mountain before it's dark. The poor monk should take this as it has never happened, and don't make similar mistakes again."
I just taught him what he said.
Over there, Zhao Piaopiao was about to speak when he raised his brow.
Xie Dahui looked back at her, Zhao Piaopiao pouted and stopped talking, looking obedient.
I am a little envious of Xie Dahui's ability: "Look at people, one look can take care of a savage girl. My wife, Jiang Zhao, is a Hedong lion. His fist is harder than steel. Fortunately, she is beautiful..."
My mind started to think about it.
"Well, Master Yongchen, how about you and me going outside the hall to talk?"
Xie Dahui responded, winking at the friends, and they hurriedly cleaned up the meat and wine in the ground.
I frowned, then smiled indifferently: "It's okay."
Xie Dahui laughed and walked out of the Palace of Heavenly Kings behind me.
After walking to an incense burner, the smile on Xie Dahui's face disappeared: "Master Yongchen, introduce yourself, my name is Xie Dahui, my father is..., Xie Heng Media is my home."
When he said this, he looked triumphant.
My heart jumped heavily, and suddenly: "No wonder those girls are all looking at him for his appearance and feelings. In addition to his outstanding appearance, he is also the son of the family? That's not surprising."
Xie Heng Media is a giant. I don't know how many celebrities, journalists, and websites are under its umbrella. In short, it has a huge influence on the world.
I don’t want to talk about the strength, the main reason is that Xie Heng is rumored
The media’s style of doing things is extremely domineering, and the means to exclude peers is very inferior, but it is very efficient. For a long time, other media companies have dared not to speak up.
The son-in-law of this class of business giants undoubtedly possesses extremely huge energy. Xie Dahui throws out his identity at this moment, with only one effect, deterrence!
I squinted my eyes, and smiled in my heart: "This trick may work well for the real Yongchen, but for the fake lay disciples, don't be too funny."
"Sorry, the poor monk has lived in the temple for a long time, ignoring the matter of the world. The poor monk has never heard of the media or something the donor said."
I remained calm, but as soon as I replied, the triumphant expression on Xie Dahui's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a panic.
His triumphant self-destructive identity originally thought it would scare me, but I never heard a word, it was equivalent to hitting him in the face in an instant. After all, he was a young man of twenty, how could he remain calm
"Huh!" He took a few deep breaths before his face returned to normal.
The corner of his mouth provoked a ridiculous arc, and he said softly: "Master Yong Chen is too lonely and ignorant. This habit is not good. Although you are about to officially become a monk, you still have relatives in the world? If they knew that you wouldn't even look at the world again, wouldn't they? Not disappointed?"
My face changed, and I stared at him coldly and said, "Is the donor threatening the poor monk?"
"Where? It's just a reminder to the master. Be a human being. Don't be too real, it will be more than worth the loss. My classmates finally went up to the mountain and didn't want to lose their enthusiasm.
In this way, the master stayed overnight. We set up a camp outside the temple for the night, and ensured not to eat or drink in the temple. Let us take a step back from each other. "
Having said this, he took out a thick wad of bills from his travel bag and handed it to me. At a glance, it was at least more than ten thousand.
I am really mad!
He pulled the backpack behind him, opened the zipper, and showed him directly.
Inside, the red color of hundreds of thousands of bills stung his eyes.
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Donor, you can go quickly, the poor monk still wants to formally become a monk, don't delay the poor monk's business affairs, this is for you, it is the heart of the poor monk, go, go!"
I directly took out thirty thousand, and handed it to Xie Dahui, whose face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.
(End of this chapter)