Cai Fang quickly called Ouyang Huazai.
As a result, there was an angry roar on the other side of the phone: "These bastard villagers pointed us to the wrong way..."
On the other side of the phone, Ouyang Huazai kept getting more and more uncomfortable, and finally stopped a villager from another village to ask for directions. This question made him furious! Wrong way! Most of an hour was wasted!
At this time, Cai Fang called, and he happened to hear Ouyang Huazai roaring angrily.
Upon hearing this, Cai Fang immediately understood what happened, and then smiled bitterly. He didn't know what to say. He was relieved when he was sure that the other party was back.
Fang Zheng saw more and more people, and he didn't recognize them all. Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a liar. The provocative looks made him very unhappy, so he simply went to the backyard. Reading the news online is better than staring at these guys and listening to these seemingly cautious taunts from time to time, but in fact they are deliberately meant for him to hear.
As soon as Fang Zheng left, the only stranger was gone, and the courtyard became even more lively. People were crowding around the Bodhi tree in admiration, and Chen Jing's face was also in admiration...
Fang Zheng stayed behind for a while, and felt more and more something was wrong. Why were the voices outside getting louder and louder? Getting more and more noisy
"This can't be done, these guys are too noisy." Fang Zheng went out again.
As soon as he went out, Fang Zheng was furious. These so-called literati and poets were actually surrounding the Bodhi tree, pointing and pointing. Some of them were still reciting poems with impassioned expressions, as if they were already intoxicated with themselves. Fang Zheng listened to a few words...
"Bodhi, Bodhi, why are you so green
Why so green
Don't you know that it's winter in the north, and it's time to take off the green leaves and put on autumn clothes
…”
Fang Zheng's face darkened. Although he had not been in school for a long time, he had read some ancient poems. He knew what ancient poems were and also knew some modern poems. However, he had never been interested in modern poems. He always felt that he just had to rearrange the Chinese text. , it is just a modern poem, lacking a bit of charm. It can also be said that Founder has no taste...
Now when he heard the original poems recited by these people, Fang Zheng couldn't help but said in his heart: "What the hell! It's not as catchy as the sea is full of water!"
So Fang Zheng hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Amitabha, dear donors, Buddhism is a quiet place. If you want to recite poetry, please go out."
"Hey, how can you, a little monk, talk? Literati recite poems and compose poems, that's elegance! If it weren't for Ouyang Huazai's competition here today, do you think we would come? Even if we were invited, we wouldn't come!" He was reciting poetry. The man was unhappy. He had a big face and a pockmarked face. He was said to be a scholar, but Fang Zheng always felt that if he put a mahjong mask on him, he would immediately look like a bandit.
"That is, if our poems are placed in your temple, not to mention how great the glory is. A hundred years later, we may become famous like the Yueyang Tower, riding on the spirit of the literati." Someone agreed.
"Little monk, if you don't understand poetry, don't participate. Go to the backyard to get some water. Don't disturb our enjoyment."
Fang Zheng listened to these guys talking non-stop, and felt angry, but he didn't want to get angry. He had an idea and turned around to leave.
After leaving the temple, Fang Zheng whistled, and a big wolf crawled out of a snowdrift somewhere. It was a lone wolf.
"Stop being lazy. I'll drive out all the grandsons in the temple. No one will be left alive! No lives, no blood. You can take care of the rest by yourself."
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he returned to the temple.
The man who had previously mocked Fang Zheng laughed and said, "Little monk, why are you back again? Don't you want to hear it? If you don't want to hear it, just go out and walk around."
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, who is this? This is his temple!
Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, fellow donors, are you sure you still want to make trouble here? The Buddha will blame you later. Don't blame the poor monk for not warning him."
"Buddha is to blame? Haha, I have never seen Buddha in my life. If I am lucky, it will be a good thing!" One person laughed loudly, and the others echoed.
Jing Yan, Chen Jing, and Cai Fang looked at Fang Zheng, then suddenly realized something, and they hurried out of the temple.
Cai Fang even helped Fang Zheng persuade those people to come out, but none of them refused to come out, and even threatened that Cai Fang was not a scholar and had no courage!
Fang Zheng saw that everyone who should come out had come out, so he closed the door and went to the backyard. When 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 chickens flying and dogs jumping and howling in the courtyard in front. There were lone wolves and the so-called courageous literati howling. It was very lively.
"Wolf!"
"Oh my god, where did the wolf come from?"
"Such a big wolf, is it born from a cow?"
"Who the fuck closed the door? Open the door!"
"Ouch, my ass!"
Stab...
Pants, my pants…
“Where are my shoes?!”
"Help..."
Three minutes later, when Fang Zheng went out again, the yard was empty, but there were rags and shoes all over the floor, like a rag market.
Fang Zheng shook his head, took out the broom and swept them all into a pile, put them into the trash can, and pushed the door. Oh my god, it couldn't be pushed!
I just heard someone shouting outside: "The wolf has hit the door! Block the door! Come and block the door!"
Fang Zheng was speechless. Is this their courage? Isn't this too strong
Outside, Jing Yan said angrily: "Hey, aren't you brave? Don't you want to see the Buddha? It was such a good opportunity just now, why didn't you seize it?"
Cai Fang smiled bitterly and said, "Everyone, why bother?"
"Cai Fang, Jing Yan, did you already know this?" the big-faced man said angrily.
Cai Fang is a good old man, but it's really hard for him to say this.
On the contrary, Chen Jing was happy to see it. He had suffered a lot before, and he was full of resentment. He was surrounded by these literati and sluts before and made comments. They sounded good, but they were all ridicules no matter how you looked at them! I was so angry that I had nowhere to vent it, and I was about to explode.
Now that I saw the appearance of these people, I naturally burst into laughter and said with a smile: "What do you know? We only know that people who do not follow other people's rules and act randomly are of poor quality. It is normal for them to be punished. .”
I completely forgot that he was the one who didn't follow the rules before...
When Big Pie Face and others heard this, their old faces turned red, but they said stubbornly: "What do you mean by being unruly? We recite poems and exchange literature. This is an elegant thing!"
"Tch... you call that literature? It's okay to let people from the Writers' Association compose poems. You can only write two readable words." Jing Yan said disdainfully.
Big Pie looked angry, but after glancing at Jing Yan, he didn't even fart. He was obviously afraid of Jing Yan.
Fang Zheng pushed the door open again. His legs were so frightened that the lone wolf just took care of him and tore half of his pants off. Now his long pants have become shorts, giving him a Hawaiian beach feel in the winter. !
The big-faced man howled: "Block the door, block the door! That wolf is knocking on the door again!"
(End of chapter)