"Where are there so many dark sides, Abbot Fangzheng said, look more at the sunshine and less at the darkness. Huang Ran said.

"Okay, I know you're a fan of the founder abbot, but it's boring for you to talk about it every day. How about it?, don't you go up?" asked Zhang Yan.

Brother Nan said: "Go up and take a look, the inside of this mountain is all primitive, and suddenly being messed with like this is weird and disgusting." Expose him, if there is no formalities to fool around, let the government demolish him. If the formalities are complete, we should help him advertise for free. ”

After being despised by Zhang Yan, Huang Ran immediately knew that he was wrong, and changed his mistake: "Yes, no matter what, go up and take a look." ”

So several people hit it off and immediately walked up the mountain.

As a result, as he walked, Huang Ran muttered, "Why do I think this place is so familiar......

"Have you crossed the mountains before you marched?" Nange asked.

Huang Ran shook his head.

Brother Nan said: "Then I understand, you are delusional." When many people walk into the mountains, they will feel that the surroundings look familiar, so they ...... Ordinary people get lost when they walk into the mountains. ”

Huang Ran nodded, feeling that it made sense, so he didn't think much about it.

When they came to the top of the mountain, the three of them were dumbfounded.

"That's ...... Han Zhu?" Huang Ran exclaimed, pointing to a lush bamboo forest in the distance.

Brother Nan shook his head and said: "Impossible, the One Finger Temple flew away, and there is no more cold bamboo in the world." Now some of the remaining Hanzhu tea has been fried to one gram and one million, and there is still no market. Today's Hanzhu tea is not for drinking, but for collection. There are also those cold bamboo products, no matter how good the craftsmanship is, the price is too expensive...... If you are on a finger mountain, you will see Hanzhu nothing. Over here...... Impossible. ”

Huang Ran rubbed his eyes, looked at them carefully, and said, "However, this bamboo forest looks really like a cold bamboo from a distance." ”

"You said it, too, and it looks like. This is the south, and there is a bamboo forest in the south, isn't it strange? Besides, Yizhi Temple is a fairyland on earth, look at this...... Uh, I'll go, there really is a temple here!"

Zhang Yan had already covered her mouth, in a daze of disbelief, and when she heard Brother Nan say this, she took over the topic and said, "Do you think the pattern here is very similar to the Yizhi Temple?"

Huang Ran patted his head and exclaimed: "I said that when I went up the mountain, I felt familiar, the guardrails here and the stones on the ground are very similar to those of Yizhi Temple! I dare not say that they are exactly the same, but they are really similar! Look at this mountain again, this is a temple, and there is a cold bamboo in the back, but there is no Tianlong Pond and Nai He Bridge, and there is no bell tower and drum tower...... In addition to these, the most conspicuous thing should be the stone stele...... Look, there's a stone monument over there!"

Everyone looked over, and sure enough, they saw the stone stele.

Brother Nan touched his chin and said: "In this way, someone is building a temple according to the template of Yizhi Temple, obviously, we came early, only the steps are made here, the imitation of the stone tablet, a dilapidated small temple, and a bamboo forest." I haven't had time to get the rest yet...... If someone is really willing to spend a lot of money and imitate the success of the construction of the One Finger Temple, tsk...... Not to mention being used for cheating, just being used as a tourist attraction can also make a lot of money. ”

"What kind of person is Abbot Fangzheng? That's a living bodhisattva, someone actually hit him on the head with a crooked idea, this can't be bearable! Let's go, go over and take a look! If there are really some people with bad minds messing around, I won't agree. Although Huang Ran has yellow hair, he is not a gangster in his bones, he just likes this color, shakes the muscles on his body, and strides towards that side.

Zhang Yan and Brother Nan glanced at each other, and they all followed, and at the same time, they took pictures while walking, which was regarded as leaving some evidence, and went back to the hair network, and some of them were haired.

The three of them observed the surrounding scenery as they walked, and the more they looked, the more they felt that this place was built in imitation of Yizhi Mountain.

"It's also thanks to these people that they really let them find a peak that is very similar to Yizhi Mountain, look at the location of this temple, look at the location of the mountain behind it, it's exactly the same. The more Huang Ran spoke, the more angry he became. Huang Ran doesn't believe in Buddhism, but he believes in heroes, and the square in his eyes is a big hero who punishes evil and helps the poor, and saves tens of millions of people in the earthquake!

The hero in his heart cannot be tarnished by others, not at all!

A fire of justice was burning, he walked faster and faster, and finally came to the gate, as soon as he looked up, the anger was even stronger, and he opened his mouth and scolded: "Bodhi tree...... These bastards are really copying everything! Bodhi trees have come out! Why don't they plant some arhat trees at the door? If I see someone, I will curse a turtle grandson to death!"

"It's not just the Bodhi tree, you look at the sign, it's called a finger temple......! This person is a little thicker-skinned, and he can directly call Yizhi Temple!" Zhang Yan is also on fire.

Brother Nan said angrily: "Abbot Fangzheng has saved so many people, that is a hero." Someone actually hyped up heroes and made money, this person is too shameless!"

"That's it!" Huang Ran followed.

"It's so shameless, you can't hide it, expose it to him!" Zhang Yan also shouted.

Listening to the three of them shouting outside, the three little heads on the wall glanced at each other, and the lone wolf said, "Master, I'm afraid I'm in trouble." ”

The monkey squinted his eyes and said, "In the world, the most difficult people are not the bad guys, but the good guys who are self-righteous and don't investigate...... Hey, you can't beat this kind of person, because he really has good intentions. But you can't say it clearly, so you're destined to be disgraced by the other party...... I don't know how Master dealt with these three people. ”

The squirrel said: "If it were me, I wouldn't open the door directly." ”

The monkey shook his head and said, "That doesn't fit Master's crooked character, and besides, if these three people can't get in, they may climb over the wall." In their eyes, as long as the starting point is good, everything is right, including beating you, it is all for your good. ”

When the squirrel heard this, cold sweat was on his head: "So terrible?"

The monkey said, "Well, it's only going to be more terrifying." That's why Master always said that you must slow down when doing things, the more excited you are, the slower you must be, and after calmly analyzing, you must think about the question of whether to do it or not. ”

The squirrel said: "Senior brother, you are so powerful, you know everything." ”

The monkey squinted his eyes and enjoyed it.

The lone wolf clicked his lips and asked, "Senior brother, do you know what smells like?"

Monkey: "......"

The monkey held back for a long time and said, "Senior brother, you are still well-informed. ”

The lone wolf raised his head arrogantly, looking like he was still my awesome and deserved to be a senior brother.

At the same time, the doors of the monastery opened.

"The door is open!" Huang Ran exclaimed excitedly.

At the same time, the three of them looked behind the door with great anger, only to see an old monk slowly appear in the sight of the three of them.

Seeing that it was an old man, the three of them were so angry that they couldn't breathe it out...... After all, for the elderly, it is still necessary to respect something,

"Amitabha, three donors, but the Buddha?" the old monk asked with a kind eyebrow.