MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 1331 Social monk
Olner said: "Orante, you don't even have to do that. Why offer a reward for people to steal? Don't you think those people can do it?"
Orante said indifferently: "They can't do it, we don't have to give money. There is nothing to lose, why not try it?"
"But that monk is not easy. Do you remember YDL? YDL is going to be mad." Olner said.
Orant dismissed it: "That's YDL, not country M. M has the ability to shut anyone up! No one can point us at our country."
Ling Ling Ling ...
"Your phone is ringing," Olner said.
Olante picked up the phone, and Olmas' angry growl immediately came: "Orante, who made you mess with Huaxia? Who asked you to steal something from Yiji Temple? I need you to give me An account! "
Orante grinned straight, but he still disapproved; "Oh, dear father, you don't need to make such a big fire. I have a sense, we just let out a tone, if it is, we will Make a lot of money. If it does n’t work, we have no loss at all. Let them bite in and bite by Chinese people, do n’t you find it fun? ”
"Shut up! Now, immediately, immediately! Let your people stop for me! In addition, you roll me back to the family! Remember, immediately, immediately!" Growled Olmas.
"Father, you say this, I'm sad. I don't think I'm wrong. I won't do what you say. Or, father, are you going to use your power?" Oran was very upset Road.
Olmas heard the words and remained silent for a moment.
After a while, Olmas said: "I promised your mother that I would not use power to interfere with your affairs. I will love you two, siblings, but now, I find that I love you a little Too much. "
"What about you? Hit me?" Orland said disapprovingly.
Olmas sighed: "I really failed. I have no ability to discipline my son. The school can't control you, but fortunately, there is a class in the world ..."
Orant asked wonderingly, "What class?"
Olmas said, "Society."
Orante had no idea what Olmas meant, and asked, "Father, what do you mean?"
Olmas said: "Nothing, I promised your mother that I wouldn't hit you. But, I won't hit you, someone will hit you. Master, I found that I had previously made a wrong decision to shelter him, and the rest was given You are killed, disabled, and the rest is arbitrary. "
Orante said inexplicably: "Father, who are you talking to? Master? What master? You don't really think how powerful the Chinese monk is? Is he so powerful, why doesn't he come to M to find me? He has the ability Come to me, hit me! See if my security team is great or if he is great! I'm not afraid! "
"Amitabha, donor, what did you just say?" The screen of the phone suddenly turned on.
Orant didn't know when he saw the phone, he turned on the video function.
In the cell phone, a monk in white, looks very monk, is sitting there eating, holding chopsticks in his hand.
"Are you ... Founder?" Orland didn't care what the two were doing.
He is no stranger to people on his phone. After planning other people's things, naturally know what the master looks like.
Founder said: "Amitabha, the donor knew the poor monk, but the poor monk should ask the donor, why do you want to steal the poor monk's things?"
Orant sneered: "Monk, don't be so absolute. I didn't admit that I stole your stuff. As far as I know, the person who stole your stuff has nothing to do with me. In addition, I don't know You, I'm going to hang up, bye. "
As a result, Orante was sadly aware that there was no on-hook button on the mobile phone, and forced shutdown was not possible!
Founder laughed: "Door, your father just said, let the poor monk take good care of you."
When Orante heard this, he immediately became happy: "Do you discipline me? Who are you? How do you discipline me? Hit me across the screen?"
It was only then that Orante saw Founder smile strangely at him: "As you wish."
Orant laughed abruptly: "Are you crazy? Do you really want to hit me across the screen? Come, my face is here, you hit!"
Founder raised his right hand.
Orant shouted subconsciously: "You fool, fooled others into fooling yourself into it? Really thought you would be supernatural? I'm not a actor you paid for and spent with you acting!"
Founder smiled: "You will cooperate."
After speaking, the Founder's hand dropped and was shot on the screen.
Snapped!
All the words behind Orante were fanned back, his face was burning with pain, and he stepped back two steps involuntarily.
Orant covered his face in astonishment and looked around.
There was no one else in the office except his sister Olana.
Orland said: "Sister, you hit me?"
Olanna stunned: "Are you crazy? I'm sitting so far, how can I hit you?"
Orland said: "Not you, who is that?"
"A poor monk." Fang Zheng's voice sounded.
Orant looked down, only to see the monk on the other side was smiling at him, and then took a bite of greens, shouting to the side: "Jingfa, don't eat your mouth."
"Impossible! How could you hit me when you were on your phone?" Orland said.
Founder glanced back at him, raised a hand and chopsticks, at the same time reprimanded: "I'm teaching apprentices, you shut up first."
Snapped!
Chopsticks drew on his face, and Orante rolled his face back.
"Brother! Your face!" Olana exclaimed, pointing at Olante.
Orant took a subliminal shot into the mirror and saw him in the mirror, with a five-fingerprint on his face and two horizontal prints on his nose, looking like chopsticks!
Orant suddenly had a bad feeling, hurried over, picked up his cell phone and said, "Did you do this?"
Founder glanced at him and said, "Yeah, do you want to try?"
"I don't believe it!" Orante cried.
Fang Zheng smiled with a grin: "The poor monk likes you like this, let's change the spoon this time."
After that, Founder took out a spoon and looked at the screen!
Snapped!
"Ah!" Orante stepped back, covering his eyes, and looked up, his eyes in the mirror were dark!
"Orante, how did you think about what the poor monk told you just now?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.
Orante was really a little scared, and he was a little persuasive in the face of this unknown power. So he asked, "What are you doing?"
