The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

The Founder asked, "Door, what about a stupid monk, how about being stupid?"

"I figured it out, you TM pretending to be stupid!" Han Xiaoguo growled.

Just then, the aroma of rice came over.

Grunt, grunt ...

Two hungry sounds sounded at the same time. Founder and Han Xiaoguo were hungry.

Han Xiao State Road: "Little monk, how do you cook?"

Founder Road: "Amitabha, did it, but only one person."

"I want it! Don't tell me no, otherwise I'm not sure if it will crash you!" Han Xiaoguo threatened.

"That won't work. The poor monk hasn't eaten for a day, and he's not hungry. If the donor is hungry, let's go down to eat." Founder.

"Next fart! Lao Tzu is eating and living in this mountain today! No one wants to let me go!" Han Xiaoguo said angrily.

Fang Zheng sighed: "Then you are here, the poor monk has eaten." After that, Fang Zheng turned directly in front of Han Xiaoguo!

"You stop me! Otherwise I will kill you!" Han Xiaoguo was startled.

Founder, with a smile on his face, said: "Don, why are you so nervous? If you do n’t shoot, we can talk and pass the time. If you shoot, the police guarding the mountain will come. By then, everyone will not Eat. "

The more Han Xiaoguo smelled, the more hungry he was, swallowing saliva, and holding the gun against the Founder's Way: "Either obedient or I kill you! I will tell you by action, killing does not necessarily require a gun!" The knife rested on Fang Zheng's waist.

Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "Well, the poor monk is also hungry. If you don't go to see it anymore, you're going to be confused. Let's go."

Having said that, without waiting for Han Xiaoguo's response, Founder left with his legs raised!

Just so out of the scope of his knife, Han Xiaoguo suddenly turned back, holding a gun, pointing at the Founder, and walking while saying: "Little monk, don't show me tricks! Otherwise, I really send You go to Xitian to see the Buddha! "

"Amitabha, if the donor really has this ability, the poor monk really wants to see the Buddha ..." Fang Zhengke didn't lie. He really didn't want to be a monk! Although he is not too bitter now, but staying alone on the mountain all day, tormenting these days!

However, Han Xiaoguo didn't know what Fang was thinking. When Fang was provocative, he raised his hand on Fang Zheng's bald head!

result!

Huh!

"His!" Han Xiaoguo rubbed his hands and cursed, "Little monk, is your head a stone? Why is it so hard?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk had a hard head from an early age, and it really hurt the donor," Fang Zhengdao said.

Han Xiaoguo blushed. When he was a mercenary for the rest of his life, it was the first time that he was beaten and hurt himself, and he was comforted by the beaten person ... This feeling, how it sounded like mockery!

So Han Xiaoguo raised his hand and smashed it again!

when!

Han Xiaoguo seemed like a ghost. He used a **** but this time, he smashed it on his bald head, and Mars broke out!

Fang Zheng sighed and looked back at the aggressive Han Xiao national road: "Door, can we walk well? You touch the poor monk's head after a while. This is very indecent. In this way, the poor monk will sue you for harassment. "

"What the **** are you?" Han Xiaoguo stared at Fang Zheng vigilantly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Founder, refers to the abbot of the temple." Founder.

Han Xiaoguo clenched the gun in his hand, and his mood calmed down, and he said, "This monk is a bit wicked, but the wicked is just one person! Even if he can martial arts, it is impossible to pass the gun quickly, and it is impossible to cut it off!"

Thinking of this, Han Xiaoguo was brave again, holding a gun against Founder's head, and sneered, "Don't talk nonsense! Take me to dinner!"

Founder nodded, and then Han Xiaoguo saw that the **** monk had no consciousness of being coerced, so he just left! His gun is still on his head, can't he give his gun some dignity? Are you afraid of it?

Founder entered the kitchen, lifted the lid, the white mist rose, and the aroma overflowed!

Grunt, grunt ...

Founder and Han Xiaoguo's stomachs once again protested.

Han Xiaoguo said with red eyes: "What kind of rice is this? Why is it so fragrant? Hey? This rice is so beautiful!"

Founder ignored him, took a large bowl, and quickly filled a bowl.

When Han Xiaoguo saw Fangzheng so interesting, he smiled for the first time and said, "You little monk, you can ... your uncle! That's my meal!"

Before the words of praise are finished, Founder is already sitting on the stove with his hips and eating!

Han Xiaoguo shouted, not only did Fang Zheng stop, but he ate faster!

Han Xiaoguo put a gun on Fang Zheng's head and was about to reprimand Fang Zheng turned around! Ignore his gun again!

Han Xiaoguo really got angry, raised his muzzle to Fang Zheng's bald head, and said, "Dead monk, if you dare to take another bite of my meal, I promise I will crash you!"

Fang Zheng turned around indifferently and disappeared into his field of vision! He wondered, wasn't this goods stupid? There is rice in the pot, what are you staring at me for? Do you have to take it all to be satisfied? Who is it ...

Han Xiaoguo hurried out, but saw Founder walking outside the hospital gate. Han Xiaoguo tried to fire several times, but he held back. After all, the place was empty and a gunshot could really attract the police. That was not what he wanted.

Han Xiaoguo chased after him, but found that Fang Zheng was sitting under the bodhi tree, eating just right.

Han Xiaoguo took a closer look and was about to explode: "Give me a bite!"

As a result, Fang Zheng looked up, and when Dangdang's bowl chopsticks came, his last meal was eaten by him!

"I ... dead monk, you die for me!" Han Xiaoguo was really angry. From the meeting, the monk didn't take him seriously. At that time, there was a anger. Now, it is really hungry. The rice is incredibly fragrant and seduce the maggots in his stomach. Even people like him who have been trained to starve, they can't carry the hunger that seems to be amplified ten times.

So Han Xiaoguo would pull the trigger.

however……

哐 Dang!

A sound came from the chef.

"Who ?!" Han Xiaoguo turned abruptly, shouting alertly.

The Founder raised his eyes and said calmly, "Dog."

"Does your temple still have dogs?" Han Xiaoguo stared at Fang Zheng.

Founder got up and came to Han Xiaoguo with a mouth ...

belch……

Founder spit out with a full mouthful of food, and Han Xiaoguo responded immediately.

Grunt ...

"You lead the way!" Han Xiaoguo endured a sense of hunger, with a gun on Fang Zheng's bald head.

Then he sadly found out again that the monk lifted his leg and left ... the muzzle was empty again! Ignored again!

Fortunately, Founder was very obedient and led the way to the back kitchen, while Han Xiaoguo was hiding behind the Founder with vigilance. As a result of this carefulness, he walked slowly and forced the Founder to be slow too ...