I Became an Anonymous Boss

"If he agrees, that's not bad." The old monk laughed and said, "It's a pity, I'm afraid he won't be willing to part with it."

The young monk said, "His hair has grown again."

"Three thousand threads of affliction." The old monk raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "If a Buddha can't break his purity, what kind of Buddha is he?"

"Master, you can't say this in person."

"I've been the chairperson for so many years that I don't care about things. It's not even a matter of Buddhism. It's just a personal gain or loss. So don't expect me, an old monk, to put down my face and stop a younger generation. I can't afford to lose this person, an old monk."

The young monk sighed: "Where can we stop... the three Buddhist great vajras were all blocked by him alone."

"Young." The old monk shook his head and said, "Where are the three Great Vajra Realms, there is clearly an Arhat."

"!" The young monk thought what the hell.

"It's just that the arhat didn't come forward, but he was defeated by the young people when he talked about the Dharma. This is a lost state of mind."

The old monk pinched his fingers, formed lotus seals, and walked up to the eighth floor with no steps to the eighth floor, and continued to light the longevity lamp.

The seventh floor of the Tianlong Ancient Temple is the new scenery, and the thousands of long-lived lamps are the ones that put the lights of thousands of families on the palm of the Buddha.

The old monk squeezed the flowers and smiled, praying to the Buddha and worshiping the Buddha, all he cultivated was himself. Seeing the flickering lights, the old monk and the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp, he felt at ease.

The attic is isolated and closed by golden Sanskrit.

The young monk left the ancient temple dejectedly: "The abbot has retreated again."

"Hey..." The yellow-robed eminent monk had a headache: "Let's take a step and see, there are so many pilgrims here, I don't think he will force his way in."

"That's the gods and demons, don't ask, but kill the king of heaven, what should I do if I really try to break through?"

"Don't be afraid, we have a large array of Arhats."

"I can't stop the Heavenly King Realm."

"We still have two Donkey Kongs."

"I can't stop the Heavenly King Realm."

"We still have Buddha Treasure Pudu and Little Sumeru Mountain!"

"I can't stop the Heavenly King Realm."

"Can you stop talking about the Heavenly King Realm!"

"The presiding officer closed the retreat and said it was a small problem and he could solve it by himself. If it really didn't work, he tied up Shi Yicheng and sent him away."

"I***……"

Several monks were arguing non-stop, and they all felt that it was only a matter of time before their homes were broken through.

At this moment, a young novice said, "There are guests outside the door."

……

Late at night, there were two people outside the ancient temple.

One wears a black monk's robe, a bamboo hat, and holds a black iron rosary in his hand. He is tall and muscular.

One was dressed in purple and had black hair, covered his face with a silk scarf, and held a sword in his hand. He had a slim figure and his nails were painted red.

"Let's send it here." The monk said: "Next, I hope that Miss Qin will take care of herself."

"Don't worry, with Mo Xie around, self-protection is not a problem." The woman in purple caressed the ancient sword.

"The poor monk talks too much." The black-clothed monk clasped his hands together and said.

"I have my own sense of propriety, but it's you who sneaked in by yourself and was in a dilemma. Didn't you just ask for trouble?" The purple-clothed woman laughed and said, "Monk Xuankong, why don't you eat fast and recite the Buddha's name? Come here specially to ask for a scolding, What are you drawing?"

"Some things are unclear, but still need to be dealt with." Monk Xuankong said helplessly, "You can't just pretend that nothing happened after hearing it?"

"You elm head." The woman said: "Now that the ancient Long Temple is becoming more and more incense-filled, even those who intend to watch the excitement will offer a stick of incense to this place. The fortune of this place will naturally rise. People in the Southern Tang Dynasty worship Buddha, and the ancient Buddha The palm of your hand is the lights of thousands of houses, who dares to trespass?"

"If you are a Taoist qi practitioner, if you look up at the qi, there are countless clouds of smoke and yellow gas gathering in the sky above the ancient temple, and if you break in alone, you are simply hitting a stone with an egg. This kind of luck cannot be obtained by lighting a thousand long-lived lamps."

Monk Xuankong scratched his head: "Miss Qin is saying that someone deliberately obstructed this?"

The woman nodded: "The news spread throughout the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is by no means accidental. Someone must have obstructed it and tried to get in the way. But for a while, I can't see any clues, and I can't see any changes. Changes in luck, laymen It’s like looking at flowers through fog.”

"But this can't stop him." Xuan Kong sighed.

"Do you want the young master to be stopped?" The woman's tone was unhappy.

"Yes, but not entirely." Xuankong said helplessly: "What the poor monk said is wrong, specious, Amitabha, sin, sin."

"I advise you not to stop me, lest you be beaten together by the young master." The woman restrained her smile, and her tone gradually became dignified: "Young master is very stubborn, since he has made a decision, he will not change it, and there are excuses and reasons for it." .”

"I understand the truth." Xuan Kong just sighed, and he asked instead: "What is Miss Qin's plan?"

"Go to sleep first." The woman in purple smiled.

Hearing such tough words, Monk Xuankong was dumbfounded, and then silently gave a thumbs up to express his agreement: "I think it's okay...Miss Qin is really different from the past."

"In the past, I could only hide in the house and read books, martial arts reviews, secret books, poems, policy theory, and extensive books. The more stories I read, the more lively I became, but the more I read, the lonelier I became. I didn't know until I entered the rivers and lakes. It may not be true." The woman turned sideways and looked down the city: "What did you see?"

"Lights of all households?"

"What I saw was a whole city of vixens, daydreaming absurdly." Miss Qin walked away with a smile: "How do you, a monk, understand women's thoughts? It's useless to ask, and it's useless to talk." Say."

Xuankong was stunned for a long time before realizing that he had poked Miss Qin's sore foot: "...Mr. Bai is so angry that he is a Bodhisattva. Don't take your anger out on the poor monk. After all, what evil can a monk have?"

Chapter 770

There are a lot of people in Bicheng recently.

With more people and more traffic, there will naturally be many businessmen. With more businessmen, there will be various commercial discount activities. Once there are discount activities, a series of means to stimulate consumption will be released one after another. Once the stimulus consumption starts, Then the "festival" and "temple fair" of traditional arts are certainly not far away.

On both sides of the road leading to Tianlong Ancient Temple, there are already all kinds of vendors. To go to Tianlong Ancient Temple, outsiders have to pass through the most prosperous main road in Bicheng. There is an endless flow of people and traffic.

In just three or two days, the entire city of Bicheng became overcrowded unconsciously. Many vendors took the opportunity to shout about temple fairs to hype up the concept, taking advantage of the generosity of the crowd on holidays to do business and earn a lot of money.

But the reason why the crowd gathers here is, in the final analysis, an accidental event caused by rumors. So far, people who have not come from too far away are all nearby close-distance crowds, and those who flow are all of a certain social class. The family, to say the least, has a little money in the family. There are so many beautiful women dressed up along the way, and the jewelry on their heads is expensive.

Who are these women looking for?Look at the monk?Of course not... It seems that they are all here for that rumor.

The reputation of Shenmo Mowen is far-reaching. In the unique social culture of the Southern Tang Dynasty, this kind of knight is often extremely sought after. The more mysterious, the higher the popularity. It is not appropriate to use the trainee system of modern entertainment as a metaphor. After all, the big fliers don't eat the fan economy, and almost none of the top ten people on the list are civilians, and most of the flirtatious people only step on the shoulders of their predecessors to make great strides.

Without the involvement of the bond of interest, the public's pursuit of chivalrous men is more straightforward.

Women look forward to it, even if a man sees it, he will have to spit a mouthful of "sparrow eating crickets".

In the final analysis, it is all the projection effect of the heart.

It was not only Xiaojiabiyu and the ladies who gathered in Bicheng, but also the knights of the rivers and lakes. They all wanted to see the demeanor of the number one knights at that time.

Although they are still firmly rooted in the third position on the human list, but in terms of reputation and strength, the top two can no longer compare with Shenmo Mowen.

The crowd is eagerly waiting, but for the parties, it is nothing more than troublesome.

Shirataki looked at the endless crowd, his scalp became numb at the first glance, thinking that if his identity was exposed, the people all over the street would have to pounce on him on the spot?

I still remember that it was Feng Jiuge who got this kind of treatment last time. His fan base is already exaggerated. He can receive countless things every time he goes out, such as jade pendants, hairpins, looks, bronze mirrors, and even underwear. To pack up before leaving, the front desk of the check-in place alone needs a whole box. When seeing a woman approaching, the first reaction is to see if there is anything extra in the box.

Right now, Shenmo Mowen is ten times more popular than him... But the purity is still a little bit low, and at least [-]% to [-]% of the people watching the excitement.

Bai is well versed in the way of pretending to be coercive, and it is not difficult to increase his favorability. He can follow the template of the demon step by step, but he finally took off the title of demon, and instead came to another world to recite the title of hero, which attracted thousands of people ?Don't make trouble...he is not called Li Shishi...if you don't understand the situation, you will think that I am a muscle salesman who specializes in muscle golden wheels.

Bai Taki, who kept a low-key mind, just went to the temple fair with him, and it was indeed very lively, and he could buy all kinds of products from Nantang.

Meng Chuxue turned into a curious baby: "What is this? What is that? And this, what is this big tank for? It looks so weird? Why is this rope knotted hollow? Hey, why are you blushing? It's so strange Oh, and why is that wooden horse pointy?"

Mr. Hong didn't hold her back, and she ran away like a Shiba Inu who had lost her hands, and then went into a shop.

A 15-year-old girl, standing in the middle of the shop, surrounded by a group of girls, the youngest is in her 20s, and there are many women who still have charm.

She looked curiously at the strangely shaped things in the room... Her pure eyes looked at the horn-shaped object in the hands of a woman in her thirties.

"Sister, what is in your hand?"

"Well... as a woman, I'm sorry..."

The woman had a thin skin, when the girl asked her, she immediately put down her things, turned her head, covered her face and ran away.

Unknown, Meng Chuxue tilted her head, and looked at the other person quietly, and saw another nice woman with about 40 plus cares came out from the back room, and said to the shopkeeper, "Yes, wrap it up for me." Right... Where is the little girl? First time here? Do you want my sister to teach you how to choose materials and models?"

Meng Chuxue was dumbfounded, and then pulled out by Mr. Hong.

"Miss, don't run around." Mr. Hong was about to scold.

"Grandpa Hong." Meng Chuxue said, "I want to buy one."

Mr. Hong glanced at the shop, then his scalp became numb, and without saying a word, he dragged Meng Chuxue away.

Shirataki noticed the little Bodhisattva's curious gaze: "You want one too?"

Guanyin immediately shook her head, she was just curious about what it was for.

"It's best not to ask for it." Bai Taki said, "You're too young and not deep enough to handle it. You'd better leave it to those women to subdue these gentlemen."

The two girls seem to understand, but the two men's reactions are completely different. Mr. Hong is in a hurry and doesn't know how to explain it, while Bai Taki is driving wildly by using homophonic stalks and knowledge errors, and he can speak clearly and logically.

As a generation that was deceived into being picked up from the garbage dump, Shirataki believes that it is better to educate young people this morning... From teaching them how to drive and shift gears, when they can understand, then Proof of growing up.

The closer you get to Tianlong ancient temple, the number of merchants around starts to decrease, and there are many large open spaces, and you can already see many monks outside. The root of Buddhism lies in whether people believe it or not. It is also necessary to talk about Buddhism on a regular basis, let alone Tianlong. Ancient temples, even Bodhi temples where the Buddha is lazy to the extreme, will occasionally go down the mountain to talk about Buddhism, hold a lecture or something.

Youdao is... such a good-looking back, it's a pity not to pull out a cupping pot; there are so many people, it's a pity not to hold a few more Buddhism lectures... Not only can you get more incense money, maybe you can save a few What about rich people?

In fact, Buddhist scriptures are taught not only by monks, but also by many people. As long as it is related to Buddhism, you can talk about it. What is Buddhism?It's just nonsense and playing tricks, and the Dharma that is not beneficial to practice is nonsense and nonsense to most people, or if it is closer to life, it is self-comforting... So some places are preaching, and some places are nonsense.

Meng Chuxue stopped at the scene where a monk was lecturing. The man was wearing a yellow monk robe and opened his mouth to speak.

"A lot of things, you won't be attached to them if you look at them as a fake. For example, today you are doing meditation here, listening to scriptures, and you feel very happy. When you go home at night and open the door, your husband is talking to someone else. What are you guys going to do at this time?"

The women present all felt that the green hat was on top.

Then the master said: "You should go back and close the door, it's fake! Oh, I have heavy karma in my eyes... It's fake! Then you continue to meditate outside the door, recite Amitabha, recite a Buddhist scripture... But if If you really look at it, you will feel very angry, but what if this woman is his wife in the previous life? How do you count this first come first served? So...fake, if you look at it fakely, you will feel less angry and angry I hurt myself, I drew my sword and cut people down, and I have to go to the government prison to suffer, oh, it's not worth it... It can only be said that my eyes have too much karma."

The master's words shocked everyone, and countless people present were shocked.

"Is this considered to be a lecture?" Meng Chuxue felt that it was extremely outrageous.

"After all, Buddhism is profound." Bai Taki said quietly, "It's hard for ordinary people to understand..."

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a man on the street rushed over with a stool: "You bald donkey, don't run! How dare you talk nonsense here, my wife cheated yesterday, and said that I have too much karma in my eyes! Said that man was her lover in her previous life! I have to take off your monk robe today!"

The monk kicked over the table, turned around, picked up the bag and ran away, looking very skilled.