The magic sound lingered for three days.

This sentence is about Qingqing singing, like a magic sound surrounding the beams of the house.

Listen to her sing for three days, there is no immortal.

Under the conspiracy of Boss Zhang, the Ferris wheel ran for ten minutes, and Qingqing's singing completely broke the psychological defense line of most people.

Zhang Bei unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the glass cabin of the Ferris wheel.

Behind him is Qingqing, who is lying on the ground and has lost hope in life.

The quick-acting heart-saving pill is still playing a role, but in two or three minutes, Zhang Bei pulled Qingqing and went straight to the next project.

It took three hours to go from a jumping machine to a Ferris wheel, from a pendulum to a roller coaster.

Even, Boss Zhang didn't even let go of the Trojan horse and bumper cars.

During this period, a total of three draws were held to decide a platypus and two tickets for a tour of the moon.

Of course, except for the three people who won the lottery in the live broadcast room, most of them have become numb.

After all, the whole three hours of singing were all transmitted to the ears word for word.

As a talent anchor, Qingqing also showed her strength today.

For three hours, not a single song was repeated.

Even, there is not a song in tune!

She's a talent in some ways

Li Yang stood not far away, glanced at Qingqing's tragic situation, and suddenly shuddered.

These two people are afraid that they are not crazy, and they always think about murdering the boss when they are idle.

If he could have been calculated so easily, how could he have survived until now?

You still need to plan carefully!

Thinking of his plan, Li Yang's eyes suddenly showed a smile.

But now is not the time to be exposed, at least not until the boss is on the island.

Of course, Li Yang didn't come here at this time to see how miserable Qingqing was.

Instead, there was a person in the amusement park, and because of its particularity, Li Yang felt that it was necessary to report to Boss Zhang.

"Boss, there is a monk outside, saying that he is here to make a fortune."

Zhang Beizheng threw Qingqing on the chair next to him, and was stunned for a moment when he heard Li Yang's words.

"Monk?"

"Well, old monk."

"Take me to see it."

As we all know, I don't go through poverty.

Zhang Bei wants to see, why did this monk come to his amusement park?

The live broadcast room was facing Qingqing, who was still confused, and followed Li Yang's footsteps all the way to the gate of the amusement park.

In his eyes, an old monk with a white beard was turning the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"I wonder why you're here?"

"Fate."

"How much?"

The old monk clasped his hands together: "The poor monk does not seek wealth, but asks for a full meal, and he can decide one thing and know one word." ”

Zhang Bei touched his chin, monks who don't seek wealth are rare.

He wanted to see if this monk was a high monk.

"There are eight hardships in the world, dare to ask the abbot how many hardships he has alone?"

"The poor monk has traveled through all kinds of things in the world, and he is fortunate to get the third."

"Which three?"

"Love is not bitter, resentment will be bitter, and there will be no suffering."

Zhang Bei nodded slightly: "You are a monk!" ”

"I don't deserve it."

Li Yang touched his not-so-smart head, he didn't understand a word of what these two people were saying.

But he has the good virtues of Chinese people, and if he doesn't understand, he asks.

"Boss, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Bei glanced at Li Yang with disgust.

"It's okay to read more books!"

Li Yang was full of confusion, and followed the two all the way into the cafeteria.

"I don't know if the monk eats vegetarian food or white meat."

In the early years, monks also ate meat, even more than ordinary people.

White meat is meat that is not killed in front of it and does not stain blood.

However, there are still some taboos, cows, dogs, mullets, and swallows.

These four kinds of meat are not eaten by monks, no matter what kind of meat they are.

The old monk folded his hands and thanked Zhang Beidao.

"Poor monks can eat white meat."

Zhang Bei's eyes were full of smiles, and he turned his head to look at Chef Li.

"One serving on the amusement park package, remove the beef and bloody meat."

Chef Li glanced at it with curiosity: "Okay! ”

The old monk had always been smiling, he had seen too many people along the way on foot from the plateau.

But this is the first time I've seen a boss like this.

There is one more story on the way to seek Buddha, which is also a blessing for him.

"I don't know the name of the monk?"

"The Poor Monk Dharma is called Shantideva."

Shantideva?

Hearing this, Zhang Bei was silent for a long time.

The Dharma name is usually obtained by the abbot after entering the temple.

The abbot is usually held by the older person in the temple.

Even if Shantideva was a monk at the age of ten, the old abbot was in his forties.

A forty-something sophomore?

Zhang Bei shuddered and forced himself not to continue thinking.

He was afraid, afraid that he would think of some extremely middle two name.

But Boss Zhang is Boss Zhang after all, and he is full of desire to explore the unknown.

"Dare to ask the master monk if he can be called Burning Sky?"

The old monk shook his head: "No." ”

Seeing that he denied it, Zhang Bei breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not what he thought.

Otherwise, he would have laughed out loud.

"Burning Sky is my senior brother."

The air fell silent, and Zhang Bei stared at Shantideva in front of him with complicated eyes.

I would like to know where your monastery is.

I always feel that what you are worshipping is not the Buddha, but Gundam, right?

"Donor, eat a full meal from you, you should be repaid, I have watched this amusement park of yours for a long time, and I have a little experience."

"Speak, please."

"There is always a cause and effect in the world, and the cause of today is the result of others, so do good deeds."

Although what he said was very mysterious, Zhang Bei still understood.

What this old monk means is that he tortures people too hard in this place, and he is easy to be retributed.

If you want to avoid retribution, the best thing to do is to do it to the end.

So much so that no one dares to retaliate against that.

Zhang Bei looked at the old monk again, his eyes full of approval.

Someone has finally discovered their love for tourists!

Zhang Bei was full of joy and happily chatted with the old monk.

Chef Li, who was washing vegetables on the side, had a complicated look in his eyes.

Did your boss misunderstand something?

What the old monk said just now should mean to make your old man a little more restrained, right?

Your increasingly excited state, no matter how you look at it, it's a misunderstanding, right?

But one spoke mysteriously, and the other gradually became excited.

Obviously not on the same channel, I was stunned and chatted hotly.

Chef Li brought an amusement park package to the table, looking at the unsuspecting old monk with sympathy in his eyes.

There are not many such true monks, and I hope that he will still be able to believe in his Buddha after today.

Zhang Bei handed the chopsticks to the old monk: "Please!" ”

The old monk looked at the covered dinner plate and nodded slightly.

"Thank you, donor!"

Thank?

The moment the lid was lifted, the old monk swore that he had never been so stimulated in his life.

Don't say he's a monk, he's a pervert and doesn't use these things as food, right?