The Local Lazy Man System

"My Buddha! The two benefactors, please stay."

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

"What's up?"

Ye Rongrong asked suspiciously as he looked at the two middle-aged fat monks who had walked up to him.

"Imitabha Buddha, your benefactor, your temperament is very good, the steps are sound, the wind is blowing under your feet, and you feel healthy. But from your face, the Yintang is black, which is an ominous image, and there will be trouble in a short time. You can live a hundred years, but life has become a bliss. The life of a donor is short. You should cherish your health and exercise a lot. When you go out, please remember to take care of your family. Family is the most important thing."

When the burly and fat monk said this, he saw Ye Rongrong and Liu Qingqing looking at him blankly, and then said, "Donor, I'm not telling you fortune or asking for your money, we came from a regular temple, we I just want to give you a few words and some truths about being a human being. This year, you may encounter many ups and downs in your future. Remember, don’t lend money to others, it will never come back.”

"Master, you're really a god. How do you know that I lent money to others, and I haven't gotten it back yet. It's like a waste of water." Ye Rongyao looked at the burly monk with a surprised look and said.

Ye Rongyao's expression made the burly and fat monk feel that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and he immediately became excited, and immediately raised his right palm to his eyes: "My Buddha! This is all Buddha fate!"

"Please make it clear, Master!"

Ye Rongrong asked sincerely.

Liu Qingqing felt that the two monks looked like liars, but seeing his man's belief, he couldn't help but secretly twist his waist a little anxiously.

Remind him not to be deceived by these two monks.

Ye Rongyao knew what his wife was worried about, so he didn't say anything, just gently shook Liu Qingqing's little hand that twisted his waist.

Two years of husband and wife, there is still some tacit understanding. Liu Qingqing understands the meaning of his man and reassures himself. It seems that his 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 believe. Liu Qingqing didn't understand. All this can only be seen.

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

"For disaster relief.

You must have two pots of goldfish on the west and east in your living room, because I think you are very connected to water. All these can resolve the disaster of blood and light for you, My Buddha! ' said the burly fat monk, holding hands together.

"I see."

Ye Rongyao nodded to show his understanding.

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

Ye Rongrong's recent martial arts TV series knows the generation of "shi". It seems to be the generation of monks in Shaolin Temple, and now Huaxia Shaolin Temple is a monk of the "shi" generation. They are all very senior monks, and they are all virtuous and eminent monks.

However, Ye Rongrong didn't think that the two fat monks in front of them looked like some virtuous monks. It's a bit like a salesman on the street.

"Oh, master, did you go out of the Shaolin Temple?" Ye Rongrong asked after taking a look at the contact information in the hand of the burly and fat monk.

"Nawuwu Amitabha, the poor monk is not a Shaolin monk, if the donor is convenient, you can leave the contact information."

Seeing that Ye Rongrong was a little hesitant, another monk beside him hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Lord, we are real monks!"

"Okay, I believe in the two masters."

Ye Rongyao deliberately hesitated for a moment, and wrote his name and mobile phone number on the book handed by the burly and fat monk.

Liu Qingqing glanced at the name and mobile phone number written by his man in the notebook, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

It turned out that Ye Rongyao's name was written in the book, Li Daye, and the mobile phone number was not his man's real mobile phone number, especially the last four digits were 5408. Why does Liu Qingqing always feel like "I am your father" "the meaning of.

"Your uncle!"

"I am your father!"

Liu Qingqing couldn't help but feel happy, it seemed that his man was teasing these two liar monks.

Seeing that Ye Rongyao had written his name and contact phone number on his notebook, the burly and fat monk suddenly took off the Buddha beads from his hand: "The donor gave you, this is a lighted Buddha bead, I don't charge you a penny, please You accept it, you can wear it on your hand at ordinary times, you can put it in your bag if it is inconvenient, and it can turn a bad luck into a good one for you."

The burly and fat monk handed the Buddha beads in his hand to Ye Rongrong and said.

"Are these two monks not liars, but true, kind and beautiful monk masters?" Ye Rongrong suddenly became a little puzzled, did he make a mistake in his judgment.

But just now, this burly and fat monk said that he was in a difficult situation. How could it feel like encountering a liar?

Could this really be an eminent monk who saw that he was in danger?

Ye Rongyao suddenly felt a little unconfident and wondered if he was really doomed.

No matter what, Ye Rongrong felt that it was better for him to leave quickly. If he was told by this burly monk again, he would really be suspicious. If there was nothing, there would be something.

"Thank you master."

After Ye Rongyao finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to take his wife away. After all, such things as gods and Buddhas were too mysterious, and Ye Rongrong felt that it was better to avoid them.

Now Ye Rongrong felt that he might have misunderstood these two monks. They might not really be liars, but real monks.

As for whether it is a virtuous monk, Ye Rongrong doesn't know.

"Donor wait a moment."

Seeing Ye Rongyao turning around to leave, the burly and fat monk quickly stopped Ye Rongyao and said. .

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

"Donor, after I return to the monastery, I will eliminate disasters for you in front of the Lord Buddha and bless you with peace. I hope the donor can do good deeds. You can offer a little bit of your will, and it doesn't matter how much you want."

The burly and fat monk handed Ye Yaoyao the note and a pen that Ye Yaoyao had just written, and asked Ye Yaoyao to write down his kindness in the blank space he pointed.

"Mind?"

Ye Rongyao now understands that, co-authoring, he has really met a liar monk, so Ye Rongyao thought he had met a real monk with virtue just now.

What do I say? Where in the world can there be a free lunch.

It turns out that the trap is waiting here.

"It's just that Shi will donate some sesame oil money."

Another obese monk thought that Ye Rongyao didn't understand what "mind" meant, and quickly said to Ye Rongyao.

"Do you want me to send you money?"

Ye Rongrong 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. The purpose is very simple, that is, they want their own money.

"Nawuwu Amitabha, the donor misunderstood that there is no such thing as a stinking thought in monks. This is to accumulate virtue for you and dedicate your heart to the Buddha." The burly and fat monk said quickly.

"Don't hesitate too much, we don't want your money, we want to dedicate it to the Buddha. This is a good deed of accumulation!" Another monk also said.

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

"It doesn't matter, there is an ATM in front of it. The donor can go and draw it. I will wait for you here. Doing good deeds is more or less your heart! My Buddha!"

Seeing the two monks sing and harmonize with each other, Ye Rongyao no longer had the heart to play with these two liar monks, so he waved his hand, and Ye Rongrong wrote on the note: "10,000 yuan in Huaxia coins, Lida Li also."

"10,000 yuan in Huaxia"

Seeing such a large amount, the two obese monks couldn't help showing smiles on their faces. After looking at each other, the burly and obese monk joined hands and saluted Ye Rongrong: "The donor knows the righteousness, goodness, goodness! Lord Buddha will bless you and you. family."

"Two masters, wait here."

After speaking, Ye Rongrong walked forward with his wife without waiting for the two fat monks to react.

Perhaps they thought Ye Rongyao went to the ATM in front to withdraw money, but these two fat monks really stood there waiting for Ye Rongrong to take the money back to them.

"Husband, you don't really want to give them money, right?" Liu Qingqing, who was holding Ye Rongrong's arm, asked in a low voice.

"How is that possible, these two monks are liars. I'm stupid when I give them money." Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

"Oh, what to do now?" Liu Qingqing asked.

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

Ye Rongyao picked up the mobile phone, found Liu Daming's mobile 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 liar monks are too powerful, Ye Rongyao was almost cheated by these two liar monks just now, if the two liar monks finally showed their true colors and asked him for money, Ye Rongrong really thought he had met Really monk.

It's really the two liar monks' strategy to lure the enemy into the depths is too powerful, especially the free gift of a string of Buddhist beads, which immediately makes their image taller.

If it hadn't been for the money for the sesame oil in the end, Ye Guangyao would have thought that he had misunderstood them and thought they were real monks.

But now Ye Rongyao thinks about it, in fact, the so-called brightened Buddhist beads cost less than a dollar in the market, and he was actually blinded by this string of Buddhist beads that were not worth a dollar.

Ye Rongyao couldn't help blushing.

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

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

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

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