Chapter 142 Who Is so Wicked? [Seek the First Order] The Third Change
At this moment, Zhu Lin saw another self coming from a distance, followed by two people, who couldn't see clearly, talking about something while walking, she seemed very happy...
The faces of the two people around them are very blurred, but some features can be seen in the blur. Zhu Lin is an art student, and she is very good at capturing details. She can outline a person's general appearance with just a few glances.
Just as she was looking carefully, the picture was broken...
Zhu Lin only felt the glare of the sun in front of her eyes, so she subconsciously covered it with her hands. After getting used to it, Zhu Lin realized that Fangzheng was gone! That mysterious little monk with his back to the sun, with a touch of Zen, just disappeared!
Looking at the ferry in the distance, Zhu Lin sighed, "Sure enough, it's an expert... What I just saw was a hallucination, or a dream, so real."
Facing the distance, Zhu Lin clasped her hands together and said, "Thank you, master, for your guidance. If you encounter it in the future, you must be careful."
After speaking, Zhu Lin turned and left.
And at this moment, where is Fang? Did it really disappear like an expert outside the world? of course not……
"Who is so wicked, what about the manhole cover?!" Fangzheng looked up at the sky depressedly. That's right, after casting a dream, in order to avoid all kinds of troublesome explanations, he really planned to run away, but in the end he left In a hurry, he took a big step and fell directly into the sewer.
Fortunately, the sewer is dry, and it looks like it has been abandoned, and his moon-white monk's clothes protected him, so he didn't end up dirty and smelly.
Climbing up, he happened to see Zhu Lin's back going away, and shook his head slightly, Fangzheng also went to the ferry.
"Sorry, there's no space left. You can wait for the next boat." A tall and thick man stopped Fang Zheng.
Fangzheng looked at the not-full boat and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, isn't there still space on the boat?"
"Sorry, there are only so many people on our boat, you'd better wait for the next one." After the man finished speaking, he jumped on the boat, started, and left.
Fangzheng was at a loss, what's going on? But Fangzheng also noticed that something seemed a little wrong.
Fangzheng waited for a while, and the next boat came, but Fangzheng was still blocked when he was about to board the boat. In the end, the person on the ferry directly said to Fang Zheng: "Young monk, don't bother, let me tell you this. You have offended someone, and our boats will not pull you. If you have the ability, just swim over. Otherwise, let’s think about how to solve the problem.”
Fangzheng became even more confused. He didn't offend anyone except for a few thieves along the way.
After much deliberation, Fangzheng couldn't think of one, two, three. He watched the ferry crossing the river back and forth, but he couldn't pass, and he was a little anxious.
Although the Spring Festival will be held the day after tomorrow, today is the day when monks from many temples gather. After all, it is normal for such a large ceremony to gather so many monks from different monasteries. According to the rules, monasteries that did not arrive today will be disqualified from participating in the Spring Festival Blessing Ceremony. This is still light, the point is, Baiyun Temple took the initiative to give you an invitation card, you won't come? Isn't this slapping Baiyun Temple in the face? I will inevitably offend people invisibly, and I will never even think about coming to the Spring Festival prayer ceremony at Baiyun Temple in the future.
Even when there are activities in other monasteries, they will not pull this kind of people who don't show face to make things difficult for themselves.
Therefore, if this matter is not resolved, there will be endless troubles!
Fangzheng was also a little anxious, wandering back and forth by the river, thinking about how to cross the river...
On the other side of the river, an old man was sitting on a wooden stake, smoking a pipe.
On the side, a monk stood and said with a smile, "Mr. Du, thank you for this matter."
"Hmph, a Buddhist scum, still want to participate in the Spring Festival Prayer Ceremony?! Don't worry, Wu Ming, this monk must either swim over or watch from the opposite side. The ferry on the Baijiang River must give me some face. I If you don't open your mouth, no one will carry him!" Old Man Du sneered as he tapped on Hanyan.
Wu Ming smiled and said: "That's right, Mr. Du is in this area, but he is highly respected. As for Fangzheng, hey... let's not talk about him, I feel panicked. A good child, who doesn't eat fast and recites Buddha, is deceived... ah... ..."
"Wu Ming, you said that he lied to the female benefactor, and that he secretly set fire to get others to believe him, is it true?" Elder Du was still a little suspicious.
Wu Ming said: "Mr. Du, the poor monk dare not say anything true or false, but there have been rumors in the local area for a long time. How can the shadow of a famous tree be so bad?"
Elder Du nodded and said, "That's right, I'm not familiar with that monk, but you're not bad."
Wu Ming said: "That's natural, Mr. Du, I'll go to the mountain to have a look, and I'll leave this to you."
"Go, this gathering is at Wangxiangya, and you can see clearly what's going on here. If something happens, I'll send someone to find you." Old Man Du said.
Wuming was overjoyed, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.
"Sure enough, I'm looking forward to the hometown, haha... very good, while holding the Spring Festival prayer ceremony, while watching this stupid boy in a daze by the river, helpless, haha... wonderful, wonderful! Relieve!" Wu Ming was happy, Humming a ditty and going up the mountain, he seemed to have seen the scene where Fangzheng went back to Yizhi Temple in desperation and then closed the door.
Wuming went up the mountain and saw that people from all the monasteries were almost here, so Wuming whispered in Hongxiang's ear: "Go down the mountain and take a look, Fangzheng's matter, don't make any trouble."
"Don't worry, Senior Brother Wu Ming, Mr. Du is my uncle, I promise to help you with this matter!" After finishing speaking, Hong Xiang went down the mountain.
Hongxiang went down the mountain, sat side by side with Mr. Du, looked at Fangzheng who was lingering on the other side of the river, laughed, and said in his heart: "Boy, you let us have less incense, and I will make your temple not open... Huh snort……"
Fangzheng is really depressed now, how can he cross the river even if the ferry doesn't carry him.
Just when Fangzheng was clueless, a splash suddenly appeared on the surface of the river. Fangzheng had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "Yes!"
Fangzheng squatted down and said to the river, "Are there any fish?"
Hongxiang on the other side of the river saw Fangzheng squatting by the riverside suddenly, mumbling something, scratched his head and said, "Uncle, what is that guy doing?"
"Uncle what uncle? Don't you have any awareness at all? No wonder Baiyun Temple doesn't want you. Remember, you will call me a benefactor in the future! You have already become a monk, do you understand?" Elder Du scolded.
Hongxiang quickly changed his words: "Amitabha, the poor monk knows. Almighty, what are you doing there?"
"Ghost knows what he's doing, he's talking about the river, he's crazy..." Elder Du said disapprovingly.
At this moment, Elder Du's eyes suddenly became straight. He is an old fisherman who doesn't know much about other things. He is very good at rowing boats, watching water, and watching fish! He was very sure that there were fish schools around the monk!
"At this time, why do fish schools gather at the ferry? There should be no fish at the ferry..." Mr. Du was full of doubts. As for asking people to go fishing? Fishing is prohibited in this section of Baiyun Temple in Baijiang, so these fish will not be in danger.
Hongxiang next to him didn't understand these things, and he was a little curious when he saw the turning of the water.