"Hold it, you can go back after you go back. There are monks everywhere here. If you want to run around and mess around, what should you do if you are seen?" Zhizhi said.
"Okay... be cautious, be cautious, be cautious, okay? Oh... Smart Master, it would be great if you became the host. Then I would be happy. I can pick up girls, do whatever I want!" Zhiyun road.
"Just be content. When I brought you to become a monk, you weren't happy yet." Zhizhi said.
Zhiyun chuckled and said: "At that time, I didn't know that being a monk was so good. I always thought that being a monk was like the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, without even a little oil and water to eat. Who knew you were so good at it, brother? Nanfeng Temple, you grab all the funds, tsk tsk... Your accounting certificate test was really not in vain. But the monks of Nanfeng Temple are really stupid. They know how to chant sutras every day, as if chanting sutras can be eaten. Still. We enjoy it, they chant sutras, and we go down the mountain to listen to music; they eat fast, and we eat meat and drink alcohol; they don’t even raise their heads when they see a woman, so we can be considered invincible all over the mountain, right?"
"Okay, okay, if you do this kind of thing, just do it, stop talking!" Although Zhi Zhi was scolding, there was also a look of pride in his eyes. When he became a monk, no one thought highly of him. Many classmates say he is stupid. Now let's compare, who is more chic than him? Thinking of the numbers in his card, he sneered in his heart: "When I go back, I will buy the best house, the best car, open a company, and be the boss. Then I will let them understand who is the father!"
"Okay, just don't say it. Brother, I really want to find a woman. Look at the street, one by one with their girlfriends, arm-in-arm. This is not showing off... Fuck! There are other things like this. Is there no justice? A monk is here to show off!" Zhiyun suddenly cursed.
Zhi Zhi was stunned. He heard the sound and looked around. Sure enough, a little monk in white was sitting on the reception sofa of the hotel with a very beautiful girl. He said this. At this time, the two of them didn't know what they said, but they looked at each other. Got it!
Zhiyun couldn't help it anymore and shouted sourly: "Brother, look there is a wild monk over there, wearing white robes. Doesn't he know that monks can't wear solid-colored robes? Tsk tsk, he came to the hotel with a female benefactor. . Tsk tsk... I don’t know what his master taught him. Isn’t this corrupting our Buddhism?”
When Fang Zheng heard this, his brows instantly furrowed. He turned around and saw a fat monk with a fat head and big ears. He followed an equally fat monk with big ears into the hotel. The monk in front seemed a bit older and his eyes were too big. He always smiled and gave people a kind feeling. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, which gave people a good feeling. But Fang Zheng always feels that this person is fake...
The fat monk following behind was short, with a string of thick rosary beads hanging around his neck, and carrying a black plastic bag in his hand. He didn't know what was in the bulging bag. He was the one who spoke. After the fat monk finished speaking, he glanced at Fangzheng with a strange look, but when he glanced at Ouyang Fenghua, his eyes obviously paused.
Ouyang Fenghua was anxious, but when he was suddenly scolded, he became angry and shouted: "It's a pity that such a nice hotel lets dogs in and bites people."
When Zhiyun heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses, this was scolding him! So he said angrily: "You, the female benefactor, why are you swearing at people?"
Ouyang Fenghua immediately turned into a cute smiling face, smiling, and asked with a bit of surprise: "Oh, did I curse someone? So who is the person I cursed? Sorry, sorry, I thought I was scolding a dog. Woolen cloth."
"You... times" Zhiyun suddenly became angry and opened his mouth to shout something, but was caught by Zhizhi and swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Zhi Zhi put his hands together and bowed to Fang Zheng and Ouyang Fenghua: "Amitabha, the poor monk Nanfeng Temple Zhi Zhi, this is the poor monk's junior brother Zhiyun. What are the names of this mage and benefactor? Which famous mountain does he practice?"
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. Although Ouyang Fenghua felt that the monk didn't look like a good person, he didn't say anything and stepped aside to let Fang Zheng deal with it.
Fang Zheng smiled gently, clasped his hands and returned the greeting: "Poor monk, Fang Zheng, the presiding officer of Yi Zhi Mountain and Yi Zhi Temple, has met Master Zhi Zhi."
"One finger to the mountain and one finger to the temple?" The smart mage was stunned for a moment, and then he looked like he was thinking. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter. In the end, he didn't know whether it was intentional or true. His voice became louder, and he shook his head and said, "The poor monk asked himself The poor monk is aware of all the major temples in the province, even the small temples in the mountains. However, the poor monk has searched his memory and has never heard of this temple. Could it be that the master is from a large temple outside the province? Host?" The words "outside the province", "big" and "host" can only be emphasized.
When this voice was spoken, the entire front hall heard it clearly. The waiters at the front desk and several monks who had just come off the elevator all heard the sound and looked over.
Zhiyun immediately responded: "When senior brother said this, I was so scared that I quickly turned over the map and asked me to see it. One Finger Temple... I searched it and found no such temple. Could it be a big foreign temple? A big foreign temple. It’s rare to host someone!”
This brother sang in harmony, his voice getting louder and louder, attracting more people's attention. It was obvious that he was disgusting Fang Zheng!
When Ouyang Fenghua heard this, she immediately became very angry, but now that Fang was talking to the other party, she couldn't speak easily, so she could only angrily stare at the two fat monks with her most fierce expression from behind! She just couldn't figure it out. Why were these two monks causing trouble to them
Fang Zheng was also confused. He definitely didn't know these two monks. How could he get into trouble for no reason? As the saying goes, the Clay Bodhisattva also has three parts of fire energy, not to mention that Fang Zheng himself is not an enlightened monk or a master of Wuwei. It was uncomfortable to have no room to live in before, and now it is even more uncomfortable to be troubled.
But Fang Zheng also knew that if someone wanted to embarrass them without showing their swords and clear guns, he couldn't immediately point their fingers and scold them. What's more, he can't curse...
So Fang Zheng 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 senior brother for advice?"
Zhi Zhi raised his head slightly in cooperation, as if a master looked down upon his disciple. In his opinion, Fang Zheng was young and must not have much knowledge. Moreover, he had indeed never heard of Yizhi Temple and couldn't find it on the map. Moreover, as far as he knew, all the people who could serve as abbots in major monasteries were old monks. Being a host at such a young age? Or he lied. Or it's a small temple in the mountains, with only three or two people... This kind of small temple is not a temple at all in his eyes.
(End of chapter)