While thinking, I picked a flower on the roadside as usual and put it on my lips and smiled.

However, the expression was definitely not as relaxed as the Buddha, but rather a sharp look with inquiry and the root of the problem.

For some reason, the old direction looked in the direction where he picked flowers, and he didn't know what to look at.

Yi Ruchang took back his attention and said slowly: "After more than ten years of silence, you have chosen not to speak out on all the major things that the college needs most. By the way, don't tell me you don't know what the college is!" Although his words were still as light as usual, they couldn't help but make people feel nervous.

He knew that the Buddhist non-participation was not only the small portals, but the larger ones were all shrinking. On the one hand, the Buddhist did not lose much, but on the other hand, there was no progress.

The old abbot just recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, who would like to see blood flowing into a river?" The old abbot answered slowly, but the content clearly looked at him.

Seeing this, Mo Li talked about it easily, and he was a little worried: This is someone else's territory, let alone in front of the abbot. Is it okay to say this at this time? After all, they are so rude to the host as a guest.

"First..." Mo Li was about to tell him not to be so sharp.

However, before he could speak, Yi Ruchang continued.

"Old man, do you know that those small groups are burning and offering sacrifices when they are fine? Under your banner!!" Yi Ruchang emphasized the latter.

Although his expression was still so careless, it was not just that. With a slight exploring, it made ordinary people feel a little cold sweating behind them.

However, the old monk seemed not to be among the "ordinary people". He just said a simple sentence "People in the world will be clear", which is considered as an answer.

People in the world will know clearly? They can really fight the game, and they can often sneer. They are all bored.

I don’t know if it’s the wind or something, which makes the forest next to the corridor sway. In the high shrub, I don’t know if it’s a mouse or something, I always feel rustling.

It is the direction that is easy to pick flowers as often as possible.

In response to this, Ningning frowned for some reason and glanced at another place.

It was probably getting darker, so it was a little cold inexplicably.

"You don't need to save me?" Yi Ruchang sneered. When he heard the old abbot's words, Yi Ruchang felt even more sarcastic.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, he said with a smile: "Hmph. Has history been read into the dog's belly?

For thousands of years, when you controlled Guo Jia many times, why don’t you say you don’t want to see blood flowing? After a long time of silence, your faith fades, and there are many such messy doctrines, and you don’t care?

The false slogans that are popular among small groups and illegal organizations that are tempted and even banned in small advertisements have replaced the orthodox voice. This is a responsibility that any orthodox should not be ignored."

After a word, the old abbot was speechless.

However, this kind of silence does not mean that he cannot answer. He just doesn’t know if the old monk doesn’t want to answer or there is something he can’t say.

In short, he looked at the little yellow daisy in the shop owner's hand and seemed to be in a daze.

Yi Ruchang's words are in the position of orthodoxy and are also considering orthodoxy.

In fact, it is not just a slackness. Following the pace of modern development, Buddhism is also changing. More problems are emerging than what he said, "No one is the only one who succeeds." It is not an optimistic sentence that people can clearly solve it.

But due to special reasons, after all, the faith is different, and the academy cannot integrate with Buddhism. After many years, Buddhism in China has indeed not experienced a crisis.

As the old abbot said, the successor was lazy.

Thinking of the remarks made by Huangquan Temple just now, it was because the monks must be so bad. No, it was also caused by the environment.

Forget it.

For some reason, for a moment, the old abbot's back felt much decadent. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary hunchbacked old man.

Mo Li felt a little distressed.

If it weren't for the rhythmic breathing, he looked like a veteran who had lost his strength after the war.

He hurriedly wanted to scream Yi Ruchang to stop and whispered: "Look, the old abbot, all his elders were depressed by you!"

"Old man..."

It's easy to be like a common shape, but also frowning.

He shouted, and when the old monk didn't respond, he walked up to pat him on the back. Of course, he had not taught enough lessons to this old abbot who was happy all day long, so don't pretend to die with him.

However, when someone turned his head, he immediately gritted his teeth: This old monk! He actually held another piece of wood and started to burst into snot!

The owner of the shop immediately withdrew his hand, and a blue vein on the back of his hand raised.

When he jumped up, he was undoubtedly a side-legged and shouted, "If you ask me to beat him, you can sleep as soon as possible? Get up and listen to me!!"

Fortunately, Mo Li reacted quickly. As soon as Yi Ruchang kicked, he rushed up and hurriedly hugged the husband, not letting him beat the owner of the trip.

"Sir, calm down!" Mo Li whispered anxiously.

Huifan probably became accustomed to this, so he turned around and pretended that he had seen nothing.

Fortunately, my younger brother Huiyun was kind-hearted after all. Seeing this, he couldn't help but murmur with distress: "The old abbot is so hard."

Yes, you can take a nap while standing, how sleepy it is.

The little monk ignored others and was about to go up to support the old abbot and asked the old man to go back and rest, he saw a book on his chest.

Huiyun was strange and pulled out to see it. The book title was notorious: "Harry Potter and the Lotus Lantern".

The child's face turned black.

Then I remembered what my brother had just told him secretly that at noon, the abbot was choked because of lotus root balls, there was no money or electricity bills, and there were all kinds of things that stayed up late to read novels at night, which made Huiyun think that the abbot had returned to heaven and was crying so sadly.

This time, Lian Huiyun couldn't help but grit her teeth with such a good temper.

Return my tears!

"I still watch the pirated version!" Huiyun shouted.

The sound was so loud that the abbot's snot was so shattered that it broke, and the old monk woke up in an instant.

"Ah, eat Douban tonight?" He asked as he raised his head.

"I'm still eating!" Huiyun was so amazed and crying.

Keeping his anger, he raised his chest and deliberately waved the pirated Harry Potter in front of the old abbot.

His brother couldn't stop him even if he wanted to pull him. Alas, this brother was originally good-tempered and would easily get irritable every time he met an old abbot.

The brother sighed: "Why do you have to? Our abbot has been like this for a day or two."

However, the old abbot himself just pretended not to see everything.

After bowing to everyone, the old abbot smiled very officially and said politely: "Huifan, most of the guests have arrived, so I will definitely not be able to sit in the dining room. Just bring the meal to the meditation room of my monk!

There is no need to come to the meditation room to disturb you at night.

Everyone, say goodbye!"

After saying that, before everyone could react, the old monk turned around and left.

Wow! Step fast as you fly.

Don’t look at the old abbot, it’s not the old man’s body. He actually ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared within a few seconds.

"Hate!"

Huiyun looked at the old abbot turning into a small black dot, almost blowing into a firework.

Even Mo Li was thrusting: "I said, this old man just didn't want to listen to preaching."

But the owner still picked up flowers and turned toward the direction where the abbot disappeared.

Slightly frown.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Turning back, Mo Li looked at the smile of the flower, thinking about something.

Yi Ruchang just frowned.

Then, he suddenly bounced the flower away, as if his hand was on fire.

My brows frowned deeper, and my nose was moving. Does this action indicate something?!

Lizi was inexplicably nervous. Everything seemed to be on the slightly yellowed little flower on the ground.

Could it be...

He was about to ask, but he heard Yi Ruchang say, "There shouldn't be peeing on this flower, why is it so smelly!"

Everyone was stunned.

It was sparse and saw a monk with trembling legs and feet walking out from behind the tall shrubs. He slowly walked out in his monk's robe with his face turned pale.

When the wind blew, an indescribable smell came out from his direction.

Immediately afterwards, an unknown stream of liquid slowly flowed out from the direction of picking flowers.

Mo Li was silently looking forward to the sunset in the west.

Everyone turned their heads and pretended nothing happened.

Why do you say that song here? Oh, right: Ah, the wild flowers on the roadside, don’t pick them.

Yi Ruchang's mouth twitched, and half of his arm began to twitch.

"Tell me before I die, where is the water!" He gritted his teeth forcibly, and asked word by word with the power that could almost bite off the three bamboo shoots in one bite.

He quickly jumped out of the range of burning anger. Huiyun touched his almost burning robe, pointed in one direction, and smiled politely and introduced: "It's your Zen room, and there is a bathroom not far away."
To be continued...