The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"I want to scold people. After walking for so long, why don't I even have a sign? Who can tell me, how can I get to this crossroad!" Founder was standing at the crossroads, his face was depressed, yes, our master, lost. !!

At that moment, a car stopped suddenly, one person leaned out his head and smiled, "Where is this master, where?"

Founder folded his hands and declared a Buddhist slogan: "Amitabha, hello donor, the poor monk wants to go to Songwu County." Founder thought for a while and said that the other party might not know each other, but Songwu County should know. When Founder looked up, he suddenly stopped!

The other side also choked, and shouted in unison: "Is it you ?!"

The founder of the car was no stranger. It was Jing Yan, a beautiful lady who had bitten off her skirt when she came to interview a calligraphy contest on the mountain.

"Master, where are you going? Um ... are you from Baiyun Temple?" Jing Yan looked at the road behind Fang Zheng and asked with a smile.

Founder Dao: "The female donor, the poor monk is not a master. You still call me the Founder. The poor monk has just come out of Baiyun Temple and is preparing to return to Yizhi Temple."

"That's a coincidence. I'm going to Songwu County, too. But I have to go to another place in the middle, and then go back. Master Founder, if you don't hurry, I will send you?" Jing Yan laughed.

When Founder heard it, he was immediately happy. Really want to go back, too far, tired he can bear, but wasting time! There is no one at Yizhi Temple. Although there are villagers and wolves and squirrels looking after the house, they are still a bit uneasy. Now that I can take a ride, naturally 120 people are willing! The most important thing is that this car looks very high-end, he has not been in such a high-end car yet.

So the Founder folded his hands and saluted, "Then there will be labor donors, poor monks will not hurry."

"What else to say? Master, get in the car quickly." Jing Yan opened the door generously, Fang Zheng got in the car, sat on the soft chair, leaned back, and the whole body seemed to be trapped in the chair, very comfortable. !!

"This car is more comfortable than a taxi," Fang Zheng said with emotion.

"Master Founder." Jing Yan suddenly asked.

Founder looked at Jing Yan wonderingly, "donor, what's wrong? Why don't you leave?"

"Uh, please fasten your seat belt first." Jing Yan said helplessly.

Founder stunned, seat belt? He's seen it in books and TV, but he hasn't seen it in reality. When he looked sideways, he saw a black band. It was a bit silly to pull it out. How does this thing work?

"Mr. Founder, have you ever been in a car?" Jing Yan understood a little.

Founder calmly said: "Poor monks have taken ox carts, carriages, bicycles, tractors, and took a taxi a few days ago, but this is the first time such a high-level car."

Jing Yan stunned, some people really haven't been in this kind of car these years! Her car is not a luxury car, and taxis also have seat belts. The use of seat belts is the same ... Looking at the founder in front of her, Jing Yan understands that this monk is also taking a taxi. Thinking of this, Jing Yan lamented: "Mage, you really are not the same as your colleagues."

As for how to do something different, Jing Yan didn't say, but leaned down and pulled the Founder's seat belt.

Fang Zhengquan was tense in his muscles. It was the first time that a woman had been in such close contact with a woman, smelling the scent of the other side.

Jing Yan helped Fang Zheng insert the seat belt, kicked the throttle, and ran away.

Founder is not good at talking to women. Jing Yan also seems to have a mindset. The two did not communicate much until Jing Yan twisted into the mountains. When she saw a village, Fang Zheng couldn't help asking: Girl donor, what are you doing here? "

Jing Yan said: "This place is no longer Baiyun County, but Guanxian County. This is the poorest county in the city. To be poor, the province is estimated to have few who can match them. Dongliang Village, a poor village. "

"Oh, the female donor is here to help them?" Fang Zheng is no stranger to Dongliang Village. He reads the news every day. Dongliang Village often makes headlines. The children inside are poor, skinny, and full is happiness. Therefore, people often donate to Dongliang Village. There are even celebrities who have come to Dongliang Village for peer-to-peer funding. Jing Yan's family conditions are good, Fang Zheng already knew, otherwise those people would not have been so afraid of her at the beginning, so it was taken for granted that Jing Yan had come to give love.

In the end Jing Yan shook her head decisively and sneered: "Poverty alleviation? No, I came to check the truth! Some people are too shameless!"

"Uh ... what do you mean?" Founder froze.

"Mage, you do n’t know Dongliang Village, I told you, you may not believe it. But I believe you are a good monk, a good mage. After entering the village for a while, you see for yourself, and then you tell me what you think , Okay? I don't want me to be judged by my emotions, and I don't want to be prejudiced. "After a trip to Zhizhi Mountain, Jing Yan was obviously more cautious in doing things, and she would never make a conclusion. They did their homework and research before reaching a conclusion.

Founder didn't understand Jing Yan's meaning, but this requirement was better met, so he nodded: "Amitabha, poor monk can try."

On the way back, Jing Yan stopped talking several times, but after all, she didn't say anything. Although Fang Zheng was a little curious, he didn't say that he would not ask, so the two came to Dongliang Village so quietly.

There is a tattered gate at the entrance of the village. The gate says Dongliang Village welcomes you. There are also great quotations on both sides. It doesn't feel bad.

But after approaching the village, Fang Zheng's brow frowned.

The car only entered the village, and a group of people gathered around, originally squatting at the entrance of the village and talking, they also sat down directly, looking sick.

The villagers who came around included men and women and children. But everyone didn't speak, but looked at Jing Yan quietly, and even some people were a little vigilant.

Just then, several adults ran over and pulled the child far away, keeping the child away from the car.

Jing Yan parked the car at the village entrance, took out her sunglasses, took it, and got out of the car.

Founder looked at the cloudy sky outside and shook his head slightly, wondering why Jing Yan brought sunglasses. Although the snow is reflective and easy to be blind, it is only a reaction in the white field. The village is not completely white and the flood light is not so strong. It is completely unnecessary.

When the villagers saw Jing Yan as a woman, they were a little less alert.

Jing Yan smiled and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Jing Yan. There is nothing to say. I have some things in the trunk for you. Let's see if you need anything, even if you get it."

After speaking, Jing Yan opened the trunk.

When Founder heard it, his brows frowned suddenly. What did Jing Yan mean? Although they are poor, they ca n’t speak like that, right?