Chapter 1167 Leisurely

"Mr. Chen!" County Magistrate Qi was taken aback, Chen Fan was from Sijiu City anyway, if something happened to this, it would be fatal!

Lei Ting was furious, and this Finger Temple would suffer accordingly! He couldn't figure it out, why is he so courageous to purify his heart? Damn it, the sky is falling, probably smashing him to death first!

As a result, County Magistrate Qi ran out to take a look, and saw Mr. Chen sitting in a daze outside Yizhi Temple.

County Magistrate Qi ran over and asked with concern: "Mr. Chen, are you alright?"

Chen Fan's identity is kept secret, and it is not easy for County Magistrate Qi to call him an official position, so he has to be called Mr. Chen by appointment.

However, to Magistrate Qi's surprise, Chen Fan who was thrown out was not only not angry, but slapped himself twice, saying: "Hey, I don't have a long memory! I actually wanted to bribe the little mage... This fall , Good fall! Woke up!"

After speaking, Chen Fan got up and left.

County Magistrate Qi hurried to catch up and said, "Mr. Chen, the presiding officer Fangzheng is young and energetic, and the little mage Jingxin is still a child..."

Chen Fan smiled wryly and said, "Magistrate Qi, I know you are protecting the calf, but do you think I have the right to be angry about this matter? This time the mission has failed, don't blame them, blame me. I have to go back I'm back... I hope it's not too miserable."

When Magistrate Qi heard this, he was immediately relieved. It was not easy for Songwu County to have a talented person who could handle it. He didn't want to die like this.

Wang Yougui kept silent, because he always felt that he belonged to Fangzheng's group, and it was impossible to help Chen Fan to deceive Fangzheng.

But after hearing what Chen Fan said, he suddenly felt that Chen Fan, a senior official, was actually not bad. It would be a bit too much to go back and be punished just because of this.

So Wang Yougui asked: "Mr. Chen, what are you looking for Fangzheng for?"

Chen Fan smiled wryly and shook his head, "Don't say it, don't say it..."

After speaking, Chen Fan left.

Fang Zheng originally thought that the higher-ups would continue to send people to harass him, but after waiting for a few days, he realized that he was thinking too much. County Magistrate Qi went back and continued to work hard. Wang Yougui organized people to take good care of the tourists every day, and at the same time prohibited anyone from raising prices indiscriminately. The disciples of Yizhi Temple were busy with their own affairs every day. For a while, Fangzheng was idle. down.

Sitting bored in the backyard, looking up at the sky, Fangzheng sighed again: "The temple is still small, otherwise it would be inconvenient to go out, and I can walk around. Hey..."

Finally, Fangzheng yawned, bored, Fangzheng had an idea, and called Honghaier back.

"Master, what are you doing?" Red Boy asked.

Fangzheng laughed and said: "It's okay, seeing you are so tired, you should rest first, and I will help you take care of the monastery as a teacher."

Red Boy was taken aback, Fangzheng helped take care of the monastery? How do you take care of it?

Just as he was wondering, Fangzheng cast a dream, and the next moment, he turned into a red boy, smiled slightly, and walked out.

Hong Haier grinned, shook his head and said: "I see, it's rare to be free, surf the Internet, and sleep."

No matter what the red boy was doing in the backyard, Fangzheng took a look at the salted fish sitting on the altar table, whose head was full of money, and then sat in front of the salted fish. There was a small table in front of the table. There was a teapot on it. The tea was from an ancient tree in the deep mountains. It was given to Fangzheng by Ji Han. Fangzheng was not the kind of person who kept good things for guests to drink, so he drank it by himself immediately.

A futon was placed on the ground, and he just sat there.

Sipping tea, watching the pilgrims coming and going, and listening to everyone's whispered topics from time to time, Fangzheng felt that such a life would be interesting.

Just as Fangzheng was squinting his eyes, drinking tea, and listening to the story, he was fascinated by it, when suddenly it went dark in front of him, and there was an extra figure!

This person is very tall, towards that one, it looks like a hill!

Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, then looked up, and there was a strong man sitting opposite him! The man had a cropped head, a mustache on his chin, and fat eyes that became slits. Sitting there, it was as if there were two big characters written on the top of the head - funny!

However, Fangzheng did not smile, but put his palms together, bowed to the other party, and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, is there anything wrong?"

"Little monk, it is said that the monks in One Finger Temple have profound Buddhist teachings. Look, can you help me clear up my doubts?" asked the brawny man.

Fangzheng nodded and said: "The poor monk has little talent and learning, if the benefactor does not dislike it, you can ask. But if the poor monk can't answer, the benefactor is not to blame."

Hearing this, the strong man laughed immediately: "You are telling the truth, fine, then I will ask."

Fangzheng nodded with a smile.

The strong man's smile gradually faded, and he asked: "Small... um... Master, I don't believe in Buddhism. I came with my friend, and he went inside to burn incense. I don't have anything to do. Look at you." Sitting here drinking tea, I just came over to sit and sit out of curiosity. Ask some questions by the way, don’t blame me.”

Fangzheng didn't expect that this strong man looks very funny, but he is not bad, he doesn't pretend, he doesn't act, he is reasonable and restrained.

So Fangzheng nodded and said, "Just ask the benefactor."

The strong man said: "Actually, I have never figured it out. You said that good people have to go through ninety-nine or eighty-one hardships to become Buddhas. Why do bad people become Buddhas after putting down their butcher knives? After all, the Buddha is too partial to the wicked, right?" ? If so, if you want to become a Buddha, wouldn’t it be faster to be a villain first and then put down the butcher’s knife?”

Fangzheng smiled and shook his head when he heard this. He answered this question before. The person who answered for the first time seemed to be Zhu Lin, the queen of filth, and she also talked about it alone later.

But this time, Fangzheng didn't intend to explain any more, but said with a smile: "Benefactor, since it's boring, let the poor monk tell a story to the benefactor."

The other party was taken aback, and said in his heart: Instead of answering me, you want to tell me a story instead? What is this?

But the strong man didn't seem to want to continue to make things difficult for Fang Zheng. Since he couldn't answer, let's listen to the story. Anyway, it's all about killing boredom.

So the brawny man nodded, then aimed his small eyes at the teapot and teacups in front of Fang, as if to say, "Look, I've been sitting here for a long time, as the host, shouldn't you give me a cup too? Be civilized and polite." , understand?"

Fangzheng smiled back at the strong man, then picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea under the expectant eyes of the strong man, and drank it himself! Then, with the stunned expression on the strong man's face, he said lightly: "It's a cold day, drink something warm, it's really comfortable."

Hearing this, the strong man's face was blackened. If he hadn't endured it, he might have the urge to lift the table.

Fangzheng ignored him, and continued: "Once upon a time, a little monk saw an ant nest on the mountain. The little monk thought it was fun, so he got boiling water and poured it into the ant hole. As a result, all the ants died, and the little monk was very sad. Then cry loudly."