"Mr. Chen!" County Magistrate Qi was startled, Chen Fan was also from Sijiu City, if something happened to him, it would be fatal!

The thunder is furious, and this finger temple will suffer with it! He can't figure it out, why is this pure heart so bold? Damn, the sky is falling, I guess I will smash him to death first!

As a result, the county magistrate Qi ran out to take a look, and saw Mr. Chen sitting outside the Yizhi Temple, in a daze.

County Magistrate Qi ran over and asked with concern, "Mr. Chen, are you okay?"

Chen Fan's identity is kept secret, and it is difficult for the county magistrate Qi to call out his official position, so he has to be called the appointed gentleman.

However, to the surprise of County Magistrate Qi, Chen Fan, who was thrown out, not only did not get angry, but slapped himself in the mouth, and said, "Hey, I don't have a long memory! I actually want to bribe the little mage...... This fall, the fall is good! I woke up!"

After speaking, Chen Fan got up and left.

County Magistrate Qi hurriedly caught up and said, "Mr. Chen, the founder is young and vigorous, and the little mage of Pure Heart is still a child......

Chen Fan smiled bitterly: "County Magistrate Qi, I know that you protect the calf, but do you think that in terms of this matter, I am qualified to be angry? This mission is considered a failure, don't blame them, blame me." I've got to go back to my life...... Let's hope it doesn't get too miserable. ”

When the county magistrate Qi heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, Songwu County finally appeared a cow who could handle it, and he didn't want to die like this.

Wang Yougui has not said anything, because he always felt that he was from Fangzheng's gang, and it was impossible to help Chen Fan go to Fangzheng.

But when he heard Chen Fan say this, he suddenly felt that Chen Fan, a big official, was actually not bad. If you go back and be punished because of this, it will be a bit too much.

So Wang Yougui asked, "Mr. Chen, what are you looking for Founder for?"

Chen Fan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Don't say it, don't say it......"

After speaking, Chen Fan left.

Fang Zheng thought that the above would continue to send people to harass him, but after waiting for a few days, he found that he was thinking too much. The county magistrate of Qi went back and continued to work hard, Wang Yougui organized people to take care of tourists every day, and at the same time forbade anyone to raise prices indiscriminately; the disciples of Yizhi Temple were busy with their own affairs every day, and for a while, Fang Zheng was idle.

Sitting bored in the backyard, looking up at the sky, Fang Zheng sighed again: "The temple is still small, otherwise it is inconvenient to go out, and I can go around." Hey......"

Finally, Fang Zheng yawned, and in boredom, Fang Zheng had an idea and called the red boy back.

"Master, what are you doing?" asked the red boy.

Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It's okay, seeing that you are so tired, you can rest first and help you take care of the temple for the teacher." ”

The red boy was stunned, Fang Zheng helped take care of the temple?

Just wondering, Fang Zheng cast a dream, and the next moment, he turned into the appearance of a red child, smiled slightly, and walked out.

The red boy grinned, shook his head and said, "I see, it's rare to be idle, surf the Internet, and sleep." ”

No matter what the red boy was doing in the backyard, Fang Zheng glanced at the salted fish sitting on the offering table, which was full of money thrown by people with money, and then sat in front of the salted fish, and put a small table in front of him, and there was a teapot on the table, the tea was the tea of the ancient tree in the deep mountains, which was given to Fang Zheng by Ji Han, and Fang Zheng was not the kind of master who kept good things for the guests to drink, so he drank it himself for the first time.

There was a futon on the ground, and he sat like that.

Drinking tea, watching the pilgrims coming and going, and listening to the topics that everyone quietly discussed from time to time, Fang Zheng felt that this kind of life was interesting.

Just when Fang Zheng was squinting, drinking tea, and listening to the story, he was fascinated by it, and suddenly it was dark in front of him, and there was an additional figure!

This man is very tall, and to that one, like a hill!

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, there was a strong man sitting down opposite! The man had a flat head, a mustache on his chin, and his fat eyes became a slit. Sitting there, it was as if two big words were written on the top of my head - funny!

However, Fang Zheng didn't smile, but folded his hands together, saluted the other party, and said, "Amitabha, donor, is there something wrong?"

"Little monk, they all say that the monks of your temple have profound Buddhism, you see, can you help me solve my doubts?" asked the strong man.

Fang Zheng nodded and said: "The poor monk is only a shallow learner, if the donor does not dislike it, he can ask." It's just that if the poor monk can't answer, the donor is not to blame. ”

When the strong man heard this, he immediately smiled: "You are telling the truth, okay, then I'll ask." ”

Fang Zheng smiled and nodded.

The strong man's smile gradually retracted, and he asked, "Little ...... Well...... Well, Master, Actually, I don't believe in Buddhism. I came with a friend, and he went inside to burn incense. I don't have much to do, but when I saw you sitting here drinking tea, I came over and sat down curiously. Ask some questions by the way, and don't blame it. ”

Fang Zheng didn't expect this strong man to look very funny, but he was not bad, he didn't pretend, he didn't do it, he was reasonable and modest.

So Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Donor just ask." ”

The strong man said: "Actually, I have always been unable to figure it out, you said that good people have to go through 9981 difficulties before they can become Buddhas, why do bad people put down the butcher's knife and become Buddhas?

Hearing this, Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head, he had answered this question. The object of the first answer seemed to be Zhu Lin, the queen of filth, and later said this alone.

But this time, Fang Zheng was not ready to explain again, but smiled and said: "Donor, since you are bored, then the poor monk should tell the donor a story." ”

The other party was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: You don't give me an answer, but you want to tell me a story?

However, the strong man doesn't seem to have any intention of continuing to be embarrassed, since he can't answer, let's listen to the story. It's all to kill boredom anyway.

So the strong man nodded, and then his little eyes aimed at the teapot and teacup in front of Fang Fang, as if to say: "Look, I've been sitting here for a long time, and you, as the master, should you also give me a cup?"

Fang Zheng smiled back at the strong man, then picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea in the expectant eyes of the strong man, and drank it himself! Then in the stunned face of the strong man, he said lightly: "On a cold day, drink something hot, it's really comfortable." ”

When the strong man heard this, his face was dark, if he hadn't endured it, he probably had the urge to flip the table.

Fang Zheng didn't care about him, and continued: "Once upon a time, there was a little monk who saw an ant nest on the mountain, and the little monk thought it was funny, so he got boiling water and poured it into the ant hole. As a result, the ants died, and the little monk was very sad and sat there crying. ”