"Don't mess around!"

Monk Fangzheng stared at Guo Dalu with wide eyes, holding a mobile phone as if holding a grenade, as if he was about to pull the string and detonate at any time, he looked desperate at any time, "Now it is a society under the rule of law, if you dare to burn my mountain gate, it will destroy cultural relics, it will be a crime!"

The old monk's white beard flew away, and his mouth trembled, "What if you are now a martial arts master? Then you also have to talk about the law, morality, and do things according to your conscience! Our Shaolin is ruined to this point, and you can still bear to step on it again? Are you sorry?"

Seeing that the old monk reacted so violently, Guo Dalu hurriedly comforted: "You old bald donkey, why are you so excited? Didn't I say it, I'm here to do business today, not to make trouble!"

Fang Zheng said: "Look at you, isn't it true that your true form is revealed? Just now you called me a monk, and after a while, you became a bald man, but now it's okay, the bald donkey has shouted out! You are really uneasy and kind!"

Don't look at this old monk who is poor, the mobile phone he is holding is not bad, not only a smart phone but also a large screen, much better than Guo Dalu's old antique mobile phone!

When he saw that Guo Dalu was going to the temple, he was not calm at all, the demon spirit had already been entered into his mobile phone by him, and as soon as his finger moved, he began to dial, "Guo Dalu, I have started to call the police, what do you have to tell the police!"

Guo Dalu couldn't cry or laugh, "Do you say you're going to do it? If I really want to burn the mountain gate, can you stop it? Now the crazy monk comes out, and Lao Tzu is not afraid of him!"

Fang Zheng naturally knew that what Guo Dalu said was reasonable, but if he didn't make an angry appearance, how could he arouse Guo Dalu's sympathy? Now that he has even given Guo Dalu face, I believe that Guo Dalu should not do anything excessive. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After listening to Guo Dalu's words, he stopped his mobile phone with a suspicious expression, "You're really not here to do something?"

Guo Dalu said: "No!"

Fang Zheng asked again, "You didn't bring gasoline or anything?"

Guo Dalu said: "What am I doing with gasoline?"

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that it won't burn my temple gate!"

He asked, "There won't be little girls down the mountain, will they?"

Guo Dalu: "...... , I forgot what I said back then, but you still remember it? You old monk is not old, and at this age, you still think about the little girl? To tell you the truth, don't talk about the little lady under the mountain, even the old lady doesn't have it!"

Fang Zheng was relieved, "Amitabha, good, good, I am relieved when you say this!"

He hung up his mobile phone and opened it sideways, stretching out his hand to lead, "In this way, please also invite Mr. Guo into the temple!"

Guo Dalu said: "What do you say you are doing so hard? In the end, you didn't let me in?"

Fang Zheng smiled: "It doesn't take much effort, what does Mr. An Guo mean by coming here?"

His angry and corrupt expression just now has disappeared, and his smile is kind and kind, and he really looks like a high-ranking monk.

The old monk looked at Wang Yingying, who had entered the temple with Guo Dalu, and asked with a smile: "This layman, but he is the descendant of the Qingliang Mountain lineage, is Master Wu okay now?"

Wang Yingying was taken aback, and his heart was pounding. Because of the collapse of his idol dream, he looked down on Monk Zheng's actions just now, and even despised the current Shaolin Temple, but now Monk Fangzheng can judge his master only by his breath and walking posture, this skill is really terrifying.

He glanced at Fang Zheng in shock, and no longer dared to be presumptuous, and bent down respectfully at Fang Zheng and said, "Old Zen Master, do you know my teacher?"

Monk Fangzheng said with a smile: "I don't know your teacher, but your master has a lot of relationship with me, when we consulted the Buddhist scriptures and secret scriptures together, Lao Qu admired him very much! At that time, I heard him casually say that he would pass on to the eldest disciple Wu Kun, and Lao Qu only knew your teacher's name because of this." ”

Wang Yingying was even more surprised, "This old monk is good friends with my ancestor, and my ancestor has been dead for at least fifty years, so if you count it, isn't he at least ninety years old?"

Guo Dalu didn't care about this, when he reached his realm, he had reached the point where he couldn't forget, although Monk Fangzheng had an amazing memory, but compared with Guo Dalu, it was still a little inadequate.

The three of them walked into the small courtyard of Shaolin Temple, Guo Dalu wanted to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to have a look, but was stopped by Fang Zheng, "It's better not to go, if you suddenly want to push my Buddha's golden body to, the old monk has no place to cry!"

He still remembered what Guo Dalu said before to "overthrow the mud tire", so he didn't dare to take this risk.

"Stingy!"

Guo Dalu did not force himself inside, and sat down at a stone table under a half-withered and half-glorious old tree in the courtyard.

At this time, a small novice came over, carrying a purple clay pot with a broken mouth, brought a few open-minded tea bowls, and poured a few bowls of tea for everyone.

Guo Dalu looked at the open-minded tea bowl, then looked at the black tea soup in the tea bowl, frowned, and said: "Old monk, are you deliberately playing tricks? You don't even have a set of tea utensils to drink tea? How do you drink tea in this tea bowl?"

Fang Zheng called out to hit the sky, "Heaven and earth conscience, I have such a set of tea sets in this temple, and it is still the remaining treasures of the previous dynasty." Even the tea leaves are tea bricks given by the royal family more than a hundred years ago, and the old monks are reluctant to drink them on weekdays!"

Guo Dalu was surprised: "Is there such a thing?"

Picked up the tea bowl and looked at it carefully, and found that the fetal quality was fine, the shape was exquisite, and it was indeed very different from the ordinary tea cup.

"Huh, it's a gift!"

Guo Dalu has now accepted the knowledge of a parallel world, and naturally has a hand in the study of antique cultural relics, and now he has only looked at it a few times, touched it a few times, and knocked it again, and he has already judged the authenticity of this thing.

He brought the tea bowl to his nose and sniffed it carefully, and the fragrance of tea came to his nose, mellow but not strong, it was the best Pu'er.

After drinking all the tea, Guo Dalu wiped his mouth and said: "This tea is good, give me a hundred catties in a while, and I will drink it at home!"

"One hundred pounds!"

Fang Zheng lost his voice and said, "You should eat?"

Guo Dalu said: "Then ninety pounds!"

Fang Zheng blew his beard and glared, "No!"

"Fifty pounds!"

"Neither!"

"That's ten pounds, no less!"

"Not ten pounds!"

"it!"

Guo Dalu got up and said, "It seems that I have to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to worship the Bodhisattva!"

Fang Zheng hurriedly shouted, "Eight catties! Eight catties at most!"

Guo Dalu said: "No, nine catties! You must have private goods here!"

Fang Zheng called out to hit the sky, "There are really only eight catties of tea cakes, and the remaining taels are tea foam, why don't you leave two mouthfuls for the old monk!"

Guo Dalu laughed, "Okay, you wrap it for me first, and I'll pick it up when I leave!"

He put away his smile, and the other party said solemnly: "Old monk, I came this time, in fact, I am really doing business." ”

He looked at Fang Zheng, "I have a way to make Shaolin flourish again, but your temple's stunt secret art must be watched by me for a month, and you must promise me one condition!"

When Guo Dalu spoke, Fang Zhengzheng stroked his beard and his mind turned sharply, guessing what Guo Dalu wanted to do.

After Guo Dalu said this, Fang Zheng's body was shocked, and under the force of his hand, several white beards were suddenly torn off.

Ignoring the pain, he stood up and trembled, "You...... What can you do?"