The Local Lazy Man System

"Mymitabha! Two donors, please stay."

Among the two obese monks, a burly monk walked quickly to Ye Yaorong and said.

"Problems?"

Ye Yaorong looked at the two middle-aged obese monks who had walked in front of him questioningly and asked.

"Mymitabha, the benefactor, your temperament is very good, your steps are sound, the wind is blowing under your feet, and you feel healthy. But from your face, the Yintang is dark, this is an ominous image. There will be a hard time in a short time. You can live a hundred years, but your life is bliss. The donor’s life is short. You should cherish your health and exercise more. Please remember to love your family when you are away. Family affection is the most important thing."

Speaking of this, the burly fat monk saw Ye Rongrong and Liu Qingqing staring at themselves for a while, and then said: "Donor, I am not giving you fortune-telling or asking you for money. We are from a formal temple. We It’s just a few words to you and a few words about the truth of being a human being. This year, you may encounter a lot of wrongs and wrongs in your future. Remember, never lend money to others, this is never going to happen."

"Master, you are really a god, how did you know that I loaned money to others, and I haven't got it back until now. It's like drowning." Ye Guangrong looked at the burly monk with a surprised look.

Ye Yaorong’s expression made the burly fat monk feel that he had a chance to take advantage of it, and he immediately got excited, and immediately raised his right palm to his eyes: "Mymitabha! This is all Buddha's fate!"

"Master, please make it clear!"

Ye Yaorong asked sincerely.

Liu Qingqing felt that these two monks looked like liars, but seeing his man believing, he couldn't help but twisted his man's waist secretly.

Remind him not to be fooled by these two monks.

Ye Yaorong knew what his wife was worried about, and didn't say anything, just gently shook Liu Qingqing's small hand that twisted his waist.

The two-year husband and wife still have this tacit understanding. Liu Qingqing understands what her man means and reassures herself. It seems that her man knows that these two monks may be liars.

Since his man already knew that these two monks might be liars, why did he still pretend to be very trusting? Liu Qingqing didn't understand. All this can only be seen.

"You will have a **** disaster in the middle and late June of this year's lunar calendar. You can't drive in these few days. If you walk, don't cross the road at will. Try not to travel far."

"In order to eliminate the disaster. You must put two pots of goldfish on the west and east sides in your living room, because I think you are very bound to water. These can all resolve the blood and light disaster for you, my Amitabha!" Started to say.

"I know."

Ye Yaorong nodded to express understanding.

"Donor, I am the presiding officer of Dexing Temple in Wujiashan Mountain. My dharma name is'Shi Wuxin'. This is my mobile phone number and contact information. If the donor needs any help. You can contact me, my Amitabha! "

Ye Yaorong's recent martial arts TV series knows the character of "Shi". It seems to be the seniority of the monk in the Shaolin Temple, and now the monk of the "Shi" character in the Huaxia Shaolin Temple. They are all great monks with very high seniority, and they are all monks with virtues.

But for the two obese monks in front of him, Ye Yaorong didn't think they were like a virtuous monk. It's kind of like a salesman on the street.

"Oh, master, did you go out of Shaolin Temple?" Ye Yaorong took a look at the contact information in the hands of the burly fat monk and asked.

"Nan Wuwu Amitabha, the poor monk is not a Shaolin monk. If the donor is convenient, you can leave the contact information."

Seeing Ye Yaorong hesitated, another monk beside him hurriedly said, "Don't worry, we are real monks!"

"Well, I believe in the two masters."

Ye Yaorong deliberately hesitated for a moment, writing his name and cell phone number on the notebook handed by the burly and fat monk.

Liu Qingqing glanced at the name and cell phone number written by his man in the notebook, and couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that Ye Yaorong’s name was written in his book, Li Daye, and his cell phone number was not his man’s real cell phone number. Especially the last four digits turned out to be 5408. How could Liu Qingqing always feel like "I’m your dad? "the meaning of.

"Your uncle!"

"I am your father!"

Liu Qingqing couldn't help but feel happy. It seemed that his man was playing with these two liar monks.

Seeing that Ye Yaorong wrote his name and contact phone number in his notebook, the burly and fat monk suddenly took off the Buddhist beads from his hand: "This is a gift from the donor. This is an opened Buddhist beads. You will not be charged a penny, please If you accept it, you can wear it on your hand or put it in a bag if it is inconvenient.

The burly fat monk handed the prayer beads in his hand to Ye Yaorong and said.

"Aren't these two monks liars, but true, kind and beautiful monk masters?" Ye Yaorong suddenly became a little confused. Did he make a mistake in his judgment.

But just now this burly fat monk said that he had a hard time, how could he feel like encountering a liar?

Is this really a good monk, can he see that he is in trouble?

Ye Yaorong suddenly became a little unconfident, wondering if he was really in trouble.

No matter what, Ye Yaorong felt that he had better leave quickly, and if the burly monk continued, he would really be suspicious. If there is nothing, there will be something.

"Thank you, Master."

After Ye Yaorong finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to take his wife away. After all, things like gods and Buddhas were too mysterious, and Ye Yaorong felt that he had better stay away.

Now Ye Yaorong felt that he might have misunderstood these two monks. Perhaps they were really not liars, but real monks.

As for whether there is a moral high monk, Ye Yaorong doesn't know.

"Donor wait a minute."

Seeing Ye Yaorong turned to leave, the burly and fat monk hurriedly stopped Ye Yaorong and said. .

"Master, is there anything else?" Ye Yaorong asked suspiciously.

"Donor, when I return to the monastery, I will relieve you of disasters in front of the Lord Buddha and bless you with peace. I hope that the donor can do good. You can offer a little bit of your heart. It doesn't matter how much you want."

The burly and fat monk handed Ye Yaorong the note and a pen that Ye Yaorong had just written, and in the blank space he pointed out, he asked Ye Yaorong to write a good will.

"Mind?"

Ye Yaorong understood now that he had really met a liar monk when he co-authored himself, so that Ye Yaorong thought he had met a virtuous monk just now.

What do i say? Where in the world is there a free lunch.

It turns out that the trap is waiting here.

"It is the donor who donated some sesame oil money."

Another obese monk thought that Ye Yaorong didn't understand the meaning of "mind", and quickly spoke to Ye Yaorong.

"Do you want me to send you money?"

Ye Yaorong looked at the two monks in front of him with a smile and said. Now the true colors of these two monks have finally been revealed. Their purpose is simple, they want their own money.

"Namugo Amitabha, the benefactor misunderstood that the monks don't have any thoughts of copper stinks. This is for your accumulation of virtue and dedication to the Buddha." The burly monk said quickly.

"Don't hesitate too much, don't hesitate too much, we don't want your money, we want to give it to the Buddha, this is a good act of accumulating virtue!" Another monk also said.

"But I don't have that much cash with me?" Ye Yaorong said embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter. There is an ATM in front of you, and the donor can learn it. I will wait for you here. Doing good deeds is more or less of your heart! My Amitabha!"

Seeing the two monks sing and make a peace with each other, Ye Yaorong no longer had the mind to play with the two liar monks, so with a big wave, Ye Yaorong wrote on the note: "Hua Xia coins ten thousand yuan, according to Li Da and also."

"Chinese Currency Ten Thousand Yuan"

Seeing such a large amount, the two obese monks couldn't help but smile on their faces. After looking at each other, the burly obese monk joined hands and saluted Ye Yaorong: "The benefactor knows the righteousness, kindness and kindness! The Buddha will bless you and you. Family."

"Two masters, please wait here."

After that, before the two obese monks could react, Ye Yaorong walked forward with his wife.

Perhaps he thought that Ye Yaorong went to the front ATM to withdraw money. The two obese monks really stood there waiting for Ye Yaorong to withdraw the money and give them back.

"Husband, you don't really want to withdraw money to them," Liu Qingqing, who held Ye Yaorong's arm, asked in a low voice.

"How is it possible, these two monks are liars, I am giving them money, I am stupid." Ye Yaorong said with a smile.

"Oh, what should I do now?" Liu Qingqing asked.

"I sent a message to Liu Daming and asked him to send someone over to arrest these two swindlers and monks, lest others be deceived by these two swindlers and monks."

Ye Yaorong picked up his cell phone and found Liu Daming's cell phone number, and sent him a text message, writing the address and the characteristics of the two monks into the text message.

After all, these two swindlers and monks are too powerful. Ye Yaorong was almost deceived by these two swindlers and monks just now. If it weren’t for the last two swindlers and monks to show their true colors and ask themselves for money, Ye Yaorong really thought he had met. Really monk.

It is true that these two swindlers and monks have a terrific strategy to lure the enemy into depth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ especially to give you a string of illuminated Buddhist beads for free, which immediately makes their image taller.

If it wasn't for the balmy money in the end, Ye Yaorong thought he had misunderstood them and thought they were real monks.

But now Ye Yaorong thinks about it. In fact, the market price of this so-called lighted Buddhist beads does not cost a dollar, and he has been blinded by this string of Buddhist beads that are not worth a dollar.

Ye Yaorong blushed involuntarily.

The two liar monks suddenly realized something was wrong, and immediately caught up with Ye Yaorong and Liu Qingqing.

"Donor, you have passed, the ATM is there."

The burly and fat monk pointed to the ATM of a bank nearby and said to Ye Yaorong.

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