Chapter 423: Work Is Impossible

After the troublemakers left, Wang Long looked at Yuan Fang, and his expression was still full of disbelief.

After all, in this age of materialism, the ability of monks is a bit unscientific.

However, in this era of information explosion, people's ability to accept special things is still very strong. At this moment, Wang Long has regarded Yuan Fang as a kind of hidden master in reality.

"Monk, what kind of work are you doing?" At this moment, Wang Long suddenly felt itchy.

"Not kung fu, according to the master, this is magical power!" Yuan Fang explained seriously.

"Supernatural power? Hey, no matter what, can I practice?" Wang Long asked earnestly.

"The master and his brothers have already studied this point, and they can't!"

"Then how did you do it!" Wang Long's eyes widened.

"Little monk eats it!" Yuan Fang answered truthfully.

Wang Long suddenly stiffened, and could not help thinking of the monk just eating like a cloud.

"Okay, donor, you and I have run out of fate. Don't let it go. The little monk will continue to practice hardship." At this moment, Yuan Fang smiled slightly and turned and walked away.

Seeing this, Wang Long quickly called Yuan Fang:

"Monk, do you have a place to live at night? Or stay with me!"

"The donor is polite, the little monk doesn't need it. The master said that asceticism is to travel around the world, without a place to stay, and the whole sea is the home. There are more days for the back and the ground for the bed. It's not a bad stay!" Yuanfang said without looking back, and then gradually drifted away in the sight of Wang Long and others.

Looking at the back of Yuan Fang, Wang Long looked very surprised at this moment.

In fact, at the beginning, his impression of the monk was very good. Not everyone was willing to do the roar of the road, but when he was at the restaurant, he felt that the monk ’s establishment had collapsed, and he actually ate meat. Just a fake monk.

But afterwards, he felt that this monk was indeed very capable.

He just said it was to resolve the grievances. Why didn't he miss the person's lesson and warning, not really for revenge? Wang Long could see that.

After all, with the monk's ability, it was too easy to get revenge.

What makes Wang Long most interesting is that this monk has always been a gesture of honor and shame. In addition to the black belly that occasionally appears, it does have a certain attitude.

But since the monk was unwilling, he did not force it, and waved his brothers away.

...

At this moment, it was late at night, and the town was still brightly lit. Yuan Fang once again stepped up to the stone bridge he had walked before, and then walked down the stairs to the stone bridge.

Below the dried-up river, a litter of puppies were shrinking together, warming up in a hug.

The arrival of Yuan Fang immediately alarmed them, and immediately raised his head and began to scream.

Yuan Fang smiled slightly, stepped forward, and with a wave of his arms, dropped a few pieces of meat.

Smelling the scent of meat, these hungry puppies pounced on the piece of meat and began to scramble for food.

Just looking at them like this, until after eating, Yuan Fang said "Omitabha, Buddha bless you" and turned away.

"One good deed every day, three thousand achievements." On the road, Yuan Fang couldn't help laughing.

Although he could eat it, he never broke the ring, even if he really wanted to eat it.

Killing, stealing, lewdness, delusion, drinking, greed, slander, infatuation, greed, and infatuation. In the ten major precepts, eating meat is linked to "killing", and Yuan Fang is too obsessed with eating. The only taboo that needed his full restraint.

But even if you want to eat meat, Yuanfang has never broken the ring.

Although he almost ate meat once in the early years, that time he almost sent the master to drive to Hexi, because he was exhausted when he was beaten, and woke up after being unconscious for a day.

After that, Yuan Fang was afraid that the master would do it again one day, and his body and bones could not bear it, so he restrained himself very much and never touched meat again.

Even though he is outside, Ke Fang still restrains himself, not wanting, but respecting the master.

Wang Long had just invited for dinner. Although he ordered a lot of meat, he didn't move at all. He just had an eye addiction. At the same time, he took some of it and fed it to the dogs under the stone bridge.

The lights of the town gradually went out, and the surroundings were dark. In addition to the bright moonlight and the stars, the surroundings gradually fell into silence, and occasionally the hissing of dog barks and wild cats.

At this moment, Yuan Fang found a place casually, and sat down with his knees crossed.

With "Moko Golden Body", for Yuan Fang, the so-called scorching heat and cold do not exist. Sleeping everywhere is the same. At most, it is a psychological comfort.

Gradually, the thoughts were scattered and there was nothing to say ...

In the early morning the next morning, the rising sun shined on his face, awakening the sleeping square.

Open your eyes, Yuanfang's first thought is:

"So hungry, I'm going to starve to death!"

Master, the hard work is really hard. I am going to starve to death, and now the temple should have dinner, I think the food in Zhaitang!

He hadn't felt this feeling of hunger for a long time. As for the reason, Yuan Fang suspected that he ate too little last night. Unlike in the temple, three meals a day were on time, which always made him full.

"No, no, I'm going to fate!" The hungry Yuan Fang immediately got up, walked across the stone bridge, and walked towards the crowded area.

It hadn't taken a few steps yet, Yuan Fang stopped suddenly because he saw the familiar beggar again while he was grabbing bread and eating.

I want to eat it!

After thinking about it, Yuan Fang couldn't help but take the first few steps: "The donor ..."

"Bald donkey, get me out, don't give it!" When it was found that this monk was again, the beggar glared at once, and at the same time grasped his bread.

"Well, Lord Buddha bless you!" Yuan Fang turned decisively and walked towards the next goal of fate.

beggar:"……"

From Yuan Fang's point of view, Huayuan also pays attention to fate, and all the other people wait, his attitude is always not overbearing, so just like yesterday, for a few hours, he still hasn't reduced to a meal.

At this moment, Yuan Fang really felt like he was going to die.

Although he wanted to be strong, but this huge threat came not from the outside, but from the inside. Even if he had a Mokojin body, he could not fight it. This was the punishment of hunger.

I might be dying ...

The idea came to Yuan Fang's mind.

Feeling that he was getting weaker, Yuan Fang couldn't help but find a corner, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate, trying to suppress the mood of fluctuation.

However, in my mind, I jumped out of the temple's vegetarian menu.

Phnom Penh cabbage, toon tofu, fragrant dried tofu, dried plum eggplant, fried mushrooms with potatoes ...

Neighing ~!

The more I wanted to get hungry, at this moment Yuan Fang felt that this ascetic was too terrible. He couldn't imagine how the brothers spent it, wouldn't he be starved to death?

"Monk, what are you sitting here for?" A voice sounded in his ear at this moment, Yuan Fang opened his eyes suddenly, but found that Wang Long was standing in front of him.

"The donor, make a fate!" Yuan Fang shook his hand and raised his bowl.

Looking at the monk who looked very weak, Wang Long looked stunned:

"Are you hungry again?"

"The donor, the young monk was hungry without breakfast, of course." Yuan Fang continued to speak weakly.

"Do n’t your monks often have trouble eating for a few days when they are doing hard work? How did you die without breakfast?" Wang Long couldn't help laughing.

"Donator, don't stop talking nonsense, how can people not eat for a day." Yuan Fang looked stunned.

"Okay, monk, I'll take you to breakfast. Pork dumplings from a breakfast shop next door are good. Take you to try." Wang Long said with a smile.

"The donor, the little monk does not eat meat!" Yuanfang's eyes were longing, but he shivered and refused to answer.

"Monk, it's boring. You say you can eat as much as you want. It's too much of a fool to do this!" After hearing Yuan Fang's remarks again, Wang Long couldn't help but stare.

"Donation, come for something ..." Yuan Fang's eyes were full of eager desire at the moment, but the words were still the same.

"OK ... OK!" Wang Long nodded helplessly.

Taking Yuan Fang for a while, Wang Long was stunned during this period, and he couldn't understand how the monk-like monk looked like he was too indulgent today.

After arriving at the breakfast shop, Wang Long ordered some breakfast and then sat down with Yuan Fang to find a place.

"Monk, I know you can eat, order a lot, you can just watch and eat at that time, don't worry about me, yes, I also ordered two pork dumplings!" Wang Long could not help but remind.

"The donor, Lord Buddha bless you!" Yuan Fang said gratefully.

Soon, breakfast was brought up at one end, and Yuan Fang started his mopping mode.

Although this picture of the starving dead ghost has been seen yesterday, but seeing again, Wang Long still felt extremely shocked.

There really is a momentum of wind and clouds that swallow the mountains and rivers.

However, this time Wang Long was surprised and found that it seemed that the monk really didn't touch the breakfast with meat he ordered.

After thinking about it, thinking that the monk was embarrassed, Wang Long silently pushed the dumplings forward, waiting for the monk to get chopsticks.

What surprised him was that although the monk looked at the dumplings with eagerness, he didn't even start.

No way, Wang Long could only push forward again.

"Donor, push me before you push me!" Yuan Fang said with a bit of grudge.

"Ahem ... you really don't eat!"

"Little monk does not eat meat!" Yuan Fang nodded immediately.

Wang Long: "..."

This breakfast ate for half an hour, and Yuan Fang's meal scared Wang Long. He felt that no elephant could eat this monk.

At about the same time as Yuan Fang, Wang Long finally spoke:

"Monk, you can eat so much. It is estimated that you have to starve to death because of your fate. Who can afford you? Everyone is in business. Once you eat it, others will be busy in a day!"

"So, why don't you go to work out at my fitness club? I offer you food and drink every day ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but no salary!" After thinking about it, Wang Long could not help but say, after all, the monk has kindness to him.

"Monk, don't work!" Yuan Fang heard and said a scripture, because this was reminded by his master many times before he left.

Wang Long: "..."

"You starve to death without working!"

"The master said, even if he died of starvation, he was not allowed to work!"

At this moment, Wang Long suddenly felt tired.

If it ’s okay for a monk in general, it ’s okay to have a couple of buns for a day, but with a round appetite, it ’s simply unrealistic to want to eat rice dumplings.

So for other monks, asceticism is also ordinary difficulty, but as for Yuan Fang's "饕餮", asceticism is hell-level difficulty.

Because his Huayuan is not called Huayuan, it is a robbery of food inventory.

(End of this chapter)