"Monk, what? Is there anything else you would like to say? ”

Fang Qiong looked at the master of the Bodhi Courtyard in front of him with a smile, his face was innocent, as if the domineering momentum he had before and his act of breaking a handful of chopsticks were not the same as his doing.

According to Fang Qiong's knowledge, in this world, there is no chopstick or chopstick to tell the little story of unity, so this Bodhi Monastery master can fool people with a whim and a small story, but he is also a genius.

However, the Bodhi Monastery Master's face turned green when he heard this.

The master of the Bodhi Academy relied on a lot of this kind of small story over the years, but he also mixed up the name of a master, he had already prepared several sets of rhetoric in his heart, however, this little story was only half told, and he was directly crushed by Fang Qiong.

What else could he say?

He's desperate too!

"Donor, it's the poor monk who loses!"

The master of the Bodhi Monastery sighed and turned to leave, his back showing a very desolate look.

As he walked, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, what a fuck, this person didn't play cards according to common sense at all, and the master of the Bodhi Academy felt that he had been greatly insulted.

.........

The main body of Bodhi Monastery was defeated, and for a while, the entire Shaolin fell into silence, and many monks who watched this scene couldn't help but despair.

This person can't be beaten, he can't be reasonable, he can't be hard and soft, how to deal with it?

"Senior brothers, the thief is fierce, he must find reinforcements to help, you delay him for a while, and I will come when I go!"

At the end of the steps, Shaolin abbot Shi Yongsheng looked at the desolate Bodhi Courtyard Master below, and his heart suddenly couldn't help but sink, and then a strange look flashed in his eyes, dropped a sentence, turned around and ran.

"Abbot, don't go——!"

"Abbot, there is such a big thing, and you are still needed to preside over the overall situation, you can't go!"

"Abbot, are you still going to run this time?"

"Stop the abbot, he wants to run away——!!"

"MDZZ, two years ago, you ran away when someone knocked on the door, how did you promise the Buddha in the first place? You even want to run! ”

“......”

As the abbot master turned around and ran, those who didn't know the inside story were still a little confused, and the faces of the leaders who knew the inside story changed drastically one by one, and they hurried to stop the abbot's figure.

"Senior brothers!"

Master Abbot's face was full of urgency and sincerity, and he said in a deep voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, since the old man promised in front of the Buddha, it is impossible to run again, and it has been two years since that incident, and it has tormented me all the time, making it difficult for me to sleep, you say, I may still run?" I'm really going to move the rescuers, the thieves are fierce, and if you don't go, it's too late. ”

What the abbot master said can be described as tearful, his tone was full of emotion, and he looked at the first seat, his face was full of heaviness.

"Really?"

The first of you looked at each other when they heard this, and finally, one of them asked.

"Really!"

Master Abbot nodded.

"Okay, senior brother, we believe in you, we will definitely buy you enough time, I'll come first!"

The first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which had spoken before, gritted his teeth, turned around and walked down the steps, this scene, many of the first seats to watch couldn't help but sigh.

And when they came back to their senses, they found that the abbot master had run away.

"Donor, after all, fighting and killing is not what a monk should do, so why do you need to embarrass us?"

The first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion walked in front of Fang Qiong, rolled his eyes, and said, "Why don't we learn from the Buddhist scriptures and discuss life?" ”

.........

At the back of the Shaolin Temple, on the side of the highway specially built for internal personnel, a young man in a yellow monk's robe is holding a cigarette and sitting in the duty booth with his legs crossed to play with his mobile phone.

At this moment, a car horn sounded, and the voice of the abbot master came.

"Deflated calf, open the door quickly!!"

"Huh?"

The young monk was startled, looked up, and suddenly saw the abbot master who kept honking the Land Rover horn.

"Abbot, are you going out?"

"You, so much nonsense!"

The abbot saw that the monk had not opened the door, opened the door and got out of the car, kicked the lifting lever off, and then ran quickly into the car, driving the car down the mountain.

In the same place, the young monk with a bewildered face was left behind.

"It's ...... Master Abbot? ”

The cigarette and the mobile phone fell to the ground together.

At the same time, in front of the temple, Fang Qiong slapped the head of the Scripture Pavilion in front of him.

"Mom sells batches, it's really good-tempered, right? Let's not talk about joking with me, you still want to discuss Buddhist scriptures and life with me? Have that spare time, I'm here to ink with you? ”

"How can you hit someone......!"

The head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion looked at Fang Qiong with a face full of grievances, and was about to get up, when Fang Qiong stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar and lifted him up, and said viciously: "Say, you abbot, what are you doing?" ”

"I... I know that. The head of the Scripture Pavilion looked slightly dodgy.

"Don't know?"

Fang Qiong was immediately laughed at when he heard this, he just watched the abbot leave after discussing with this group of people from a distance, originally Fang Qiong thought that the abbot was going to call people again, but as a result, this monk walked down grinding and chirping, and delayed time when he came, obviously, there was definitely a problem with this.

"If you don't know, I won't believe it, none of you in the entire Shaolin know!"

Fang Qiong was ruthless in his heart, shook off the first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with one hand, and then stepped forward quickly and continued to fight.

The few people above didn't have any martial arts, and when they saw that the first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was useless, they all panicked.

"Mom sells batches, this evil star is coming, what should I do?"

"I don't know what to do!"

"Resist it, the abbot has gone to find someone to help, he is familiar with all sects, and he may not be afraid of this kid when the time comes."

"Yes, this time, with the abbot master here, it will definitely be fine."

“......！”

"It's a big deal, Master Abbot drove away!!"

Suddenly, when the first few seats were about to resist Fang Qiong, a little monk ran over with an anxious face and shouted loudly.

"What?"

"MDZZ, this thing really ran away!"

"When I was knocked on the door two years ago, this product was the first to run away, but I didn't expect that only two years have passed, and the second time it happened!"

"This old guy really can't believe it, what if he said he was going to call for reinforcements?"

"Mom sells batches, after the incident ended two years ago, the old man came to confess and knelt in front of the Buddha for three days and three nights, it seems that everything is fake!"

“......！”

All of a sudden, the first few of them were all angry, they looked at Fang Qiong who was walking slowly, and listened to the shouts of the little monk, and their faces were extremely sad and angry.

The abbot ran away!

This sentence is like the last straw that overwhelms the camel, and in an instant, the momentum accumulated by the first few seats completely disappeared without a trace.