At this moment, Zhu Lin saw another self walking from a distance, followed by two people, she couldn't see clearly, chatting about something as she walked, it seemed that she was very happy......

The two people around him couldn't see their faces clearly, but some features could be seen in the blur. Zhu Lin studied art www.biquge.info is very good at capturing details, and can outline a person's general appearance at a few glances.

Just as she looked closely, the picture shattered......

Zhu Lin only felt that the sun in front of him was dazzling, and subconsciously used his hands to block it, and after getting used to it, Zhu Lin found that Fang Zheng was gone!

Zhu Lin looked at the ferry in the distance and sighed: "Sure enough, it is a master...... It was a hallucination, or a dream, and it felt so real. ”

Zhu Lin looked into the distance, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for your advice, if you encounter it in the future, you must be careful." ”

After speaking, Zhu Lin turned around and left.

And at this moment, where is Fang Zheng? Is it really like a master in the world, disappearing? Of course not......

"Who is so lacking in virtue, manhole cover?!" Fang Zheng looked up at the sky in a depressed manner, that's right, after he cast a dream of yellow sorghum, in order to avoid all kinds of troublesome explanations, he really planned to slip away, but he walked in a hurry, his steps were big, and he fell directly into the sewer.

Fortunately, this sewer is dry, and it seems to have been abandoned, and his moon-white monk's robe protects him, so he doesn't end up dirty and smelly.

climbed up, just saw Zhu Lin's back, shook his head slightly, and Fang Zheng also went to the ferry.

"Sorry, there's no place, you can wait for the next ship. A man of five big and three thick stopped Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looked at the boat that was not yet full and said, "Amitabha, donor, isn't there still a place on the boat?"

"I'm sorry, there are so many people on our boat, so you might as well wait for the next trip. After the man finished speaking, he jumped on the boat, set off, and left.

Fang Zheng was confused, what was the situation, but Fang Zheng also noticed that something seemed to be wrong.

Fang Zheng waited for a while, and the next boat came, but Fang Zheng was about to get on the boat, but he was still blocked. In the end, the person on the ferry said directly to the other party: "Little monk, don't bother, let's tell you this." You have offended people, and our boats will not pull you. If you have the ability, swim over, or think about how to solve the problem. ”

Fang Zheng was even more confused, he had come all the way, except for a few thieves, he hadn't offended anyone?

Thinking about it, Fang Zheng couldn't think of one, two, three, watching the ferry cross the river back and forth, but he couldn't go over, and he was a little anxious.

Although the Spring Festival is held the day after tomorrow, today is the day when many temple monks gather, after all, such a big festival gathers so many monks from different temples, and it is normal to arrange arrangements in advance. According to the rules, those who do not arrive today will be disqualified from participating in the Spring Festival Prayer Festival. This is still light, the point is, Baiyun Temple took the initiative to give you an invitation, you don't come? Isn't this a slap in the face of Baiyun Temple? Invisibly, it will inevitably offend people, and I don't want to come to Baiyun Temple's Spring Festival Prayer Festival in the future.

Even when other monasteries have any activities, they will not pull this kind of person, and the person who does not give face will block himself.

Therefore, if this matter is not solved, there will be endless troubles!

Fang Zheng was also a little anxious, walking back and forth by the river, pondering the question of how to cross the river......

On the other side of the river, an old man sits on a wooden stake, smoking a dry cigarette.

On the side, a monk stood and said with a smile: "Old Du, thank you for this incident." ”

"Hmph, a scum of Buddhism, and you still want to participate in the Spring Festival Prayer Festival?! Don't worry, Wuming, this monk will either swim over or watch from the other side. This ferry on the Baijiang River will give me some face. If I don't open my mouth, no one will take him!" Du Lao knocked on the dry tobacco and sneered.

Wu Ming smiled: "That's it, Du Lao is in this generation, but he is highly respected. As for the square, hey...... Don't talk about him, my heart is panicked. A good child, who does not eat fasting and recites Buddha, is abducted and deceived...... Hey......"

"Wuming, you said that he deceived the female benefactor, and secretly set fire to it in order to make others believe him, is it true?" Du Lao was still a little skeptical.

Wu Ming said: "Old Du, the poor monk doesn't dare to say anything real or fake, but there have been rumors in the local area for a long time, how bad can the shadow of a person's famous tree be?"

Du Lao nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not familiar with that monk, but you're a good kid." ”

Wu Ming said: "That's nature, Du Lao, I'll go to the mountain to have a look, and I'll leave it to you here." ”

"Go, this party is in Wangxiangya, and you can see what is going on here. If anything, I'll have someone go to you. Du Lao said.

Wuming was overjoyed and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

"Sure enough, I'm looking at my hometown, haha...... It's very good, while holding the Spring Festival prayer ceremony, I watched this stupid boy in a daze by the river, helpless, haha...... Wonderful, wonderful!Relieved!" Wuming was happy in his heart, humming a little song and going up the mountain, he seemed to have seen the scene of Fang Zheng returning to the Yizhi Temple and then closing the door.

Wuming went up the mountain and saw that the people from the major temples were almost here, and Wuming whispered in Hongxiang's ear: "You go down the mountain and look at it, Fangzheng's things, don't make a mistake." ”

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Wuming, Du Lao is my uncle, I promise to help you do this!" After speaking, Hongxiang went down the mountain.

Hongxiang went down the mountain, sat side by side with Du Lao, looked at Fang Zheng, who was wandering across the river and did not leave, laughed, and said in his heart: "Boy, if you let us have less incense, I will make your temple unable to open...... Humph......"

Fang Zheng is really a little depressed now, the ferry doesn't carry him, how to cross the river.

Just when Fang Zheng was clueless, the river suddenly churned a splash, Fang Zheng had a flash of inspiration, and said with a smile: "There is!"

Fang Zheng squatted down and said to the river, "Are there any fish?"

Hongxiang on the other side of the river saw Fang Zheng suddenly squatting by the river, muttering something, scratching his head and saying, "Uncle, what is that guy doing?"

"Uncle, what uncle? You don't have any consciousness at all? No wonder Baiyun Temple doesn't want you, remember, and call me a benefactor in the future! You are already a monk, do you understand?" Du Lao scolded.

Hongxiang hurriedly changed his words: "Amitabha, the poor monk knows. Donor, what is that side doing?"

"The ghost knows what he's doing, babbling at the river, crazy......" Du Lao said disappreciatively.

At this moment, Du Lao's eyes suddenly straightened, he was an old fisherman, he didn't know anything else, he couldn't be better at rowing, looking at the water, and watching the fish!

"At this time, how could the fish gather at the ferry? There should be no fish at the ferry......" Du Lao was puzzled. As for asking people to go fishing, this section of Baiyun Temple on the Baijiang River is forbidden to fish, so these fish will not be in danger.

Hongxiang on the side didn't understand this, he only saw the water surface turning flowers, and he was also a little curious.