MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 1418 Poor monk did

Fang Zheng sighed and said, "Otherwise? Should we grab it?"

"Master, can you go to fate?" Salted fish said.

Founder shook his head and said, "It's not a finger village, the outside world, don't let the fate go."

The salted fish was stunned.

Founder explained: "The country has long since stipulated that in order to prevent some people from pretending to be fraudulent monks, we have long refused to let it go. In fact, the monks who are now walking outside are basically fake. I want to discern which is true. It ’s simple. Real monks do n’t ask for money, they ask for saliva, they eat. Most of the time, they carry hardships all the way on their own ... ”

Salted fish said: "Good guy, when monks are so miserable? I thought we were the only apprentices ... uh, no, people still hungry with food, and they need to stutter at critical moments. How do we two feel like What about the rhythm of starvation? "

Founder shook his head and said, "Hungry, there is always a way."

As two people were talking, a man walked menacingly from a distance, talking on the phone while roaring: "How many times have I said? I've had enough! I'm so tired of it! You guys Speaking without back pain, try it for you guys? Being pulled every day, beeping ... Repeating so many questions indefinitely, annoying ?! Don't say it, let me be quiet for a while! "

After speaking, the man hung up the mobile phone and sat angrily on a chair not far from the Founder, with a look of anger, who wanted to drop the phone several times. Obviously, he was really angry ...

Xianyu said, "Master, the opportunity is here. This guy is so angry that there must be something wrong."

Fang Zheng nodded slightly, but the problem came. He had no idea what the other party was thinking or encountered. He is not a beauty ...

"Ding! Need help?" The system suddenly asked.

Founder: "Need, but what can you do for me?"

Systematicly: "Does Shentong Leasing Service Need?"

Founder subconsciously thought that the system would tease him, and when he heard it, he suddenly came to the spirit: "Supernatural lease? How about a lease?"

The system said: "Ten thousand merit is exchanged for the use of magic power for one day. You can choose the magic power yourself. However, you can only choose the magic power you have once.

As soon as the Founder heard it, he suddenly became angry: "Ten thousand days? Can't you grab it?"

The system said: "If I rob, it will be one million a day. Well, I just provide you with a choice, whether to choose or not, that's your business."

Fang Zheng spent a long time thinking about his merits of more than one million, but he could still suffer the scourge, and finally said helplessly: "Do I have any other choice? Let me rent it!"

The system said: "Rent what magical power, let's say."

Founder didn't say a word: "A dream of yellow beams!"

System said: "Ding! Congratulations on your access to the magical power, a dream yellow beam experience version [one day]."

Founder heard the three words of the experience version, but it was unhappy, but he still recognized it by pinching his nose.

The next moment, a clear understanding flashed in my mind, a familiar feeling came, and Fang Zheng's eyes flashed, a smile hung in his eyes, slowly got up, and walked towards the opposite man.

"Door, are you angry?"

A peaceful voice sounded, the already depressed man frowned and looked up, about to get angry, but at first glance, the man turned out to be a shabby monk!

Men have seen many monks. Most monks are still very clean. They are so miserable that they are the first to see them.

If it had been before, he would have driven him away in a word. But since Founder Hengkong was born, everyone is good to monks and priests, and will not kill a ship with a slap. Instead, I learned to try to communicate, identify, distinguish good and bad, and then comment. It's not right for people, it's not right for people.

So instead of getting angry, the man nodded and said, "Angry."

Founder chuckled, "Can you talk to the poor monk?"

The man's eyebrows tightened tighter. At this time, he didn't want to deal with anyone, but there was one exception: strangers!

The stranger didn't know who he was, and his belly was full of thought trash. When it was finished, he patted his **** and left without any psychological burden. Moreover, he did die in depression, so he simply nodded and motioned for Founder to sit down.

Fang Zheng sat down with a smile and said, "Door, talk about it."

The man thought about it and said, "My name is Changle, ridiculous name ..."

Speaking of his own name, Changle shrugged off and obviously didn't like the name. Or maybe he thought his name was funny.

Founder didn't mean to answer the topic, now he is just a trash can, waiting for the other party to talk. If you say too much, it will only annoy the other person and not even tell you.

Changle continued: "I am the only child in the family. I support the family by myself. Although there are not many family members, but ... living in such a city is really stressful."

Founder nodded, didn't speak, and continued to listen.

Chang Le said: "I get up at 6:30 every morning, I have finished everything, I have to have breakfast, I have to take care of my father for breakfast. Then I go to work, facing a lot of mess, and come back at noon and cook ... It's still the same at night. Every day, it's like a robot, without seeing fresh colors at all ... "

Founder nodded slightly, this was the most troublesome thing for all office workers.

Changle continued: "That's all it takes, the key is my dad!"

Fang Zheng looked at Changle in surprise, but did not expect Changle to be because of this distress.

Chang Le scratched his head and said, "My dad has dementia, and his memory is very bad. I go back to the house every day and it ’s messy. I smashed the pots and pans all over the floor, and I do n’t know how much the bowls broke ... especially today I bought new rice and he sprinkled a kitchen! There was water everywhere. He didn't turn off the faucet for a day, the sewer was blocked by rags, and all the water came downstairs. The neighbors came downstairs, what can I do? Can apologize and lose money.

My dad ... hey ...

He has a bad memory. He can ask me more than ten times for a question! Alas, endlessly, have you ever experienced that feeling? "

Founder thought about it and shook his head.

Changle complained, "I really can't take it anymore, I feel that family can't stay at all!"

The Founder asked, "Does he sprinkle a piece of rice every day?"

Changle nodded and said, "Well, every day! No one day has made me worry ... He can chop me up and throw it all the way when I buy it in the morning! What is this for? Do you want to live? ? "

Changle talked about this and smashed the chair angrily.

Fang Zheng nodded slightly and said: "The donor, although the poor monk has not been so stung by others, but ... the poor monk has been so stingy to others, and has hit many, many things ..."