Feng Yifei parked the car outside the hall. The four of them got out of the car and climbed up the steps. After passing through the front door, they saw more than a dozen people gathered in the courtyard.

These people are men and women, old and young, squatting or standing, with cigarette butts under their feet and impatient words on their faces.

A little novice monk sat on the steps at the entrance of the hall. He was chubby and round, and his little hands were holding his cheek and squinting his eyes.

A rough man finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground.

"Third brother, I've been waiting for five hours now, why are they not finished yet?"

Since they entered Fahua Temple, the two of them sat face to face, without talking, and didn't even have any expressions, like two sculptures.

The middle-aged man in the suit, known as the third brother, said, "Wait a minute, we have something to ask for, and we should not make mistakes."

"I can't wait for the time I've made a fucking fucking!"

The rough man took a step forward, and the wind blew under his feet straight into the hall.

"stop!"

The sleepy little monk raised his head, his cute little face full of solemnity, and he stared at the man with his eyebrows.

"Master is discussing the truth with Uncle Shenji, no one can bother you!"

The man looked contemptuous. The little baby stood up and his knees were just as tall as his. He was wearing clothes and shoes. He dared to teach him a lesson with a thief face? It's so outrageous.

"Children don't care about adult affairs. Go home and find your mother quickly. Then you can whisper to me. Be careful not to beat you!"

The rough man shook his fist as big as a casserole. He thought he could scare the little monk away in just a few words, but not only did he not cry, but he also rolled up his sleeves.

"Big man, I am a polite monk. Don't be rude and think that you have been arrogant after eating a few more years of hard food. Go ahead and believe it or not, I will beat you even know your mother."

The little monk pretended to be an old city, and his words were provocative, which made the people behind him burst into laughter.

After being ridiculed by a hairy child who was still stinky, the rough man couldn't hold back his face, his face turned red and his whole body trembled.

"Baby, I'm looking for death!"

The rough man raised his fist as a casserole and hit the little monk with a terrible wind.

Jin Wushuang's heart tightened. The man was not respectful at all and actually bullied the small one. If this punch hit, the small body would not have been broken instantly.

Jin Wushuang's worries did not happen. Before the rough man's fist touched the little monk, he instantly flew backwards, drew an arc in the air, and hit the huge bronze incense burner in the courtyard.

"Dong!"

The bronze incense burner shook three times, making an empty sound.

“Wow…”

Everyone present was shocked and turned to look at the little monk, with awe in his eyes, and no one dared to despise him again.

The little monk snorted, dusted the monk's robe that was a little wide and not fit, carried his left hand behind him, and raised his right hand.

"Donor, are you going to come?"

The rough man took a long time to get up from the ground. His chest was filled with blood, his face turned red and white, ashamed, angry, unwilling, and finally became silent.

The rough man shook his head and turned into a well-behaved big sheep, limping behind the man in a suit.

The rest of the people looked gloating on their faces, and the rough man turned his head and glared at them: "Smile, you can do it if you have the ability!"

Of course they wouldn't go on. They didn't even see how the little monk took action just now, and no one wanted to try it out in the past.

It’s embarrassing to lose to a child, what if you win? If you beat someone’s apprentice, can they spare you?

The people in the yard fell silent again and waited honestly.

In the hall, the host was still sitting opposite Zuo Shenji, motionless. If it weren't for the breeze blowing their clothes and hair, it would be like two stone sculptures.

Jin Wushuang raised her wrist and looked at the time. Half an hour had passed. She became more and more anxious and gritted her teeth and walked forward.

"Little Master." Jin Wushuang greeted the little monk: "I'll tell you, and I'll say that Jin Wushuang from Dongzhou City is asking Mr. Zuo for something important."

Under the steps where Jin Wushuang was located, less than twenty meters away from the hall, the people inside could hear it completely. Jin Wushuang said this, but only showed his sincerity and respect for the people inside.

The little monk clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, shook his head, and said, "When this female donor, Master and Uncle Zuo discuss the Tao, no one is allowed to bother you. Please wait patiently."

Jin Wushuang said: "My little master, this is a matter of life. I really can't delay it. I'd better ask you to say it."

The little monk shook his head stubbornly without any appreciation.

Feng Yifei walked forward, squatted down and took out a stack of money from his bag: "My little master, come and go for a trip, these are yours."

The little monk frowned and said to Amitabha: "Master said that money is a turbid thing and will pollute my mind for practicing. Donors should not do this."

"What about this?" Feng Yifei took out another latest mobile phone: "There are many fun games in it. As long as you go and report it, it will be yours."

After all, the little monk was just a child. He was moved when he saw the phone, but he turned around and shook his head, wanting it but not having it, and his face was full of entanglement.

Feng Yifei's mouth curled up, took off the mobile phone card, and stuffed it into the little monk's pocket.

"My little master, just say it, it's yours."

The young monk was extremely entangled. He had been interested in this mobile phone for a long time, but the master said that monks should not be greedy for secular objects. When you grow up and have the ability to control yourself, the teacher is buying better ones for you. After that, he held his mobile phone and browsed Weibo, giving others a thumbs up.

"Okay." After a war between heaven and man, the little monk finally settled down. He covered his cell phone in his arms, as if he had betrayed the Lord Judas, and walked into the hall nervously.

When the people in the courtyard saw that the little monk was bribed by Feng Yifei, they immediately became noisy.

"Damn, there is also this operation. I'd have known that I'd also given a mobile phone."

"This little bald donkey is also a greedy person. Has he left all his righteousness behind his mind? He gave up the bottom line with just one phone!"

"Little monk, can you come first and then come in everything? We have been waiting here for four or five hours, and you are not authentic in doing this."

The little monk turned a deaf ear to the master, muttered a few words in front of him, and waited for a while, but the master did not react at all.

He came to Zuo Shenji again and said something in his ear, but Zuo Shenji remained indifferent.

The little monk walked out of the hall gate and came to Feng Yifei and sighed.

"Donor, I have tried my best. Master and Uncle Zuo are wandering around, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while."

Bai Fengjiu raised her eyebrows. The wandering in the mouth of this little monk should be that the soul is out of his body. In this era of spiritual energy exhaustion, there are still people who can practice, and it has reached the point where the soul is out of his body!

The people in the courtyard were all gloating. They didn't convey their words and even paid for a mobile phone.

The little monk took out his phone and wanted to return it to Feng Yifei, but he looked reluctant.

Feng Yifei said: "I just said, whether it is successful or not, this mobile phone is yours. Don't accept it with confidence and don't let your master know."

The little monk showed an innocent smile, put his phone in his pocket, and covered it with his chubby little hands, for fear that it would fly away.

"Who is conscious of the big dream first? I know it in my life. I have enough spring sleep in the temple, and the day is late outside the window..."

Zuo Shenji stretched and looked at the dark night sky outside the door of the hall.
Chapter completed!