"Ding! The temple is just swimming in the desert, you can also understand that the desert is changing, people who are destined to meet each other naturally, and people who are not destined to meet naturally have no fate, so why force it? The system replied.

Fang Zheng snorted: "Don't force it?" Don't you be forced to give money to the poor monks? I don't care, I want to return it. ”

"Ding! Once the item has been issued, it will not be returned or exchanged. The system rejected outright.

Fang Zheng's is called a depressed ......

But something had happened, and he couldn't help it, so he asked the question he was more concerned about: "If I go out by myself, won't I be able to find a home, right?" ”

The system said: "Ding! No, the monks who became monks in the temple will have a bond with the temple and will always know the exact location of the temple. ”

"You still have a little conscience." After Fang Zheng muttered, he took a deep breath and said, "Continue the lottery!" I'm also a face underworld, and things must be reversed, so I should smoke a big one, right? ”

"Ding! Congratulations on winning the Hidden Monk Reward. ”

When Fang Zheng heard this name, he suddenly had a bad premonition, and hurried to check the details.

Reclusive Monk: When the reputation reaches a certain level, the system will actively reduce the prestige influence to help you achieve the goal of seclusion.

Fang Zheng's eyes were dark when he saw it, and he almost fainted: "System, are you playing with me?" Is this a reward? The poor monk is tired and tired, and the incense money is almost cut off, so now you directly let the poor monk be a nobody. I don't want to give fame and fortune! ”

The system said: "Ding! It's just a reduction in influence, not a complete lack of influence. And are you sure you really want to be a well-known living Buddha like you used to be? ”

Fang Zheng fell into contemplation, is it really good to be a well-known living Buddha?

Everywhere you go, you have to consider whether it will affect your image, let alone encounter those bastards and directly start beating people, which can be said to be a constraint everywhere.

Thinking about it this way, reducing his influence is completely conducive to him to change places with one shot and not be dragged down by his reputation, which is indeed only good and not bad.

However, when he thought of not being able to become famous quickly, make money, and improve his life, Fang Zheng sighed again: "Hey...... The days of vulgarity have to be postponed again. ”

Fang Zheng lay on the ground helplessly, looking at the Bodhi tree above his head, a little melancholy......

But at this moment, someone is more melancholy!

"Guide, are you sure this is the way to the Finger Temple?"

An off-road vehicle is running wildly in the desert, and the driver looks suspiciously at the mud monkey in the passenger seat.

The mud monkey was also a little puzzled, but he still pointed to the front categorically and said, "You can go boldly with confidence!" I've been to the temple twice, and the road is very familiar! Let's put it this way, if I can't find a finger temple for mud monkeys, no one in the world will be able to find it! ”

The driver frowned and said, "But according to what you said, we should have arrived before dark, but we didn't see a shadow of a temple here?" ”

The mud monkey said, "What are you anxious about?" It's the desert! The temple is in the middle of the dunes, how can you see it if you don't climb the dunes? Maybe after going down a sand dune is a finger temple, you can open it honestly. ”

"Okay......" The driver saw that the mud monkey was so sure, and that what he said was reasonable, so he stopped arguing.

Night......

The car is still driving.

It was dawn and the car was still driving.

The driver looked at the sweaty mud monkey: "We have been driving for a day and a night." What about the One Finger Temple? ”

The mud monkey wiped his sweat and said, "Hell yes, it shouldn't be, I remember just leaving." ”

The driver turned around and said, "Boss, this guy won't be a trick on us, right?" ”

The middle-aged man in the back seat of the car frowned and said, "Mud monkey, are you sure you are taking the right route?" ”

The mud monkey nodded, "Absolutely, I've been here twice." The whole village can testify to this. ”

"If they hadn't testified, we wouldn't have hired you. But you have also seen the current situation, it has been a day and a night, and you haven't seen a finger temple, how do you explain it? The boss asked.

The mud monkey said, "Go again, walk again, you will definitely find it." ”

Another day passed.

The driver looked at the village in front of him and glanced back at the mud monkey: "Let's have successfully crossed the desert, right?" ”

The mud monkey looked at the sign at the entrance of the village with a few big characters written on it - Ning Village.

The mud monkey grinned: "It seems to be ......"

"I'll fuck your uncle, I'll make you seem like you!" The driver does it directly.

The mud monkey got out of the car and ran away, shouting as he ran: "Don't fight, I really didn't take the wrong way!" That's how you go with whoever you want......"

"Then why can't you find a place?"

"I don't know!"

……

Afterwards, the mud monkey tried to enter the desert several times to find the temple, but to no avail.

Not only the mud monkeys, Xu San also tried to bring curious tourists into the desert to find the legendary One Finger Temple, but they all found nothing.

At this point, many people on the Internet began to stand up and refute the rumors.

"There is no temple in the Talila Desert at all, and Jing Yan's video is a lie."

"The rumors on the Internet have been broken, there is no temple in the Talila Desert, and there is no white-clothed monk Fangzheng."

"The current Internet hype is too limitless, and everyone should be able to draw the right conclusion after rational analysis. See what people living in the desert look like. At least the skin will not be too good, and then look at the square skin, the white and tender one is more feminine than a woman, more than a baby and a baby, can that be the skin that people who have lived in the desert for a long time have? Apparently, he does not live in the Talila Desert. Everything is a hoax, a gimmick hyped up by some people who have no lower limit! ”

"I guess in a few days, the monk should come out live to bring the goods, I don't know if he sells cacti or flowers, hahaha......"

In the midst of doubts, the news of the desert white-clothed monk Fangzheng, who had been a little hot for a while, began to sink gradually, and gradually no one cared about it.

The mud monkey looked at the bosses who were scolding and leaving, and wanted to cry without tears, thinking that he had found an opportunity to make a fortune, but he lost a lot of money.

He rummaged through his pockets, and after removing the gas money to compensate those bosses, there were less than three hundred dollars left in cash.

"Am I really hitting a ghost?" The mud monkeys couldn't help but wonder if they had really hit the evil spirit.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in my ears: "Amitabha, donor, what age are you, and you still believe in ghosts?" You have to believe in science. ”

"Oops, fuck!" The mud monkey was so frightened that he scurried far away, and turned back sharply, only to see a monk dressed in white standing there looking at him with a smile.

The mud monkey rubbed his eyes and looked at the sky while raising his head, it was dark!

"Hell!"

The mud monkey turned around and ran, and Fang Zheng grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and pulled him away: "Donor, don't run, don't run, the poor monk has no malice." ”

"Spread me, spread me, don't kill me!" The mud monkey struggled like crazy, crying with tears in his nose and tears: "Big brother, I was wrong, but you haven't suffered anything from me?" As for catching me alone? ”