Chapter 67 There Are Wolves on the Mountain【For Collection】

Jing Yan curled her lips and said, "I'm not guessing casually, but I've seen it a lot. Anyway, it's good if there are more people like this, they can provide us with a lot of news, otherwise wouldn't the world be too ordinary?"

"Teacher Cai, I think what Jing Yan said is reasonable. Look at this temple, this remote place, who would come to burn incense and worship Buddha? If there is no way to get rich, how can this temple be so new? I have seen remote temples before, Which one is not dilapidated and will collapse at any time." Chen Jing said with Jing Yan.

Cai Fang opened his mouth, but was also speechless, nodded and said, "Let's go in and have a look."

"That's right, the real master hasn't come yet, let's go in and get familiar with the venue, and we can choose a good position later." After Chen Jing finished speaking, he immediately invited Jing Yan to join him.

Jing Yan didn't refuse either, and followed Chen Jing to the temple quickly. The cameramen behind him shook their heads slightly, and they didn't bother to pay attention to the arguments of several people. They just have to shoot good stuff.

A group of six people quickly came to the gate of the temple.

Cai Fang looked up at the plaque of Yizhi Temple and said, "Don't talk about the words on the Internet, just the words on the plaque of this finger temple are good characters. Square and square, with awe-inspiring righteousness."

"Mr. Cai, I don't know how to write, and I don't care what the word is. Just watch the result of the competition for a while. If the little monk is not good at it, hey... even if this plaque is Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, so what?" Jing Yan said. .

Cai Fang shook his head slightly, feeling helpless towards Jing Yan, a new beauty reporter, who has a deep background, and indeed has some real facts, and the news that broke out several times is ahead of him. Now it is a celebrity in Montenegro.

"Amitabha, benefactors, what can I do in this temple?" At this moment, a neutral and peaceful voice sounded beside them.

Jing Yan was taken aback, and criticized the temple, but in fact she did not know how to read. If she didn't understand, she wouldn't have been sent here. She was also attracted by the words on the plaque just now. One didn't pay attention, and was really shocked by the sound coming from the side.

As the saying goes, if you don't do something bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. If you do something bad, you will still feel flustered. Especially when you say bad things about people behind your back, and you are overheard...

Jing Yan heard the sound and looked, and saw a white monk standing at the door. The monk was dressed in white, with a shiny bald head, slender fingers, and no extra nails. The whole body felt clean! This is a clean and refreshing monk!

The monk raised his head slightly, with a warm smile on his face, making people feel like a spring breeze. This smile is not like those old monks, who are kind and majestic, it just makes people feel that this monk is very warm...

"He is really a beautiful monk." Jing Yan murmured in her heart, it is certainly not appropriate to describe a man as beautiful, but this was the first word that appeared in Jing Yan's mind. But Jing Yan immediately discovered that the monk in front of her was the monk in Wu Changxi's Weibo photo!

After confirming the target, Jing Yan's goodwill dropped to freezing point in an instant, and she thought to herself, "What a liar monk, let alone other things, this acting skill alone can win an Oscar, almost fooled this girl's sharp eyes! Calligraphy It is hard work over time and talent and the guidance of famous teachers that can produce results. How capable is this little monk at such an age? The words on the photo must not have been written by him! But he took it out to show off, what a golden jade The gentle scum among the rotten outsiders!"

Thinking of this, Jing Yan was about to speak.

Cai Fang had already spoken: "Hello, little monk, we are reporters from Heishan City. I heard that you are going to learn calligraphy with Ouyang Huazai, a famous calligrapher in Heishan City. We came here to watch the competition, record and report."

Fangzheng was stunned when he heard it, and said in astonishment: "Heishan City? That's very far away... Are you a reporter from Heishan City? A poor monk and a calligrapher are learning calligraphy? This... Did you find the wrong place?" Fangzheng went through his memory, but he didn't remember when he had a match with someone! A monk is not for fame and fortune, and he can't go down the mountain. He can't get away with it even if he thinks about it, and he goes out to hook up with others to play games? Is it possible?

Cai Fang said in astonishment: "Little monk, this matter is not a joke. The media has been arguing three days ago, and Mr. Ouyang Huazai and you have agreed to compete today. Count the time, Mr. Ouyang Huazai will soon It's coming soon, and the president of the Black Mountain Calligraphy Association and other calligraphy lovers will also be here..."

"I understand, little monk, are you scared when you see that things are getting worse?" At this moment, Jing Yan said strangely.

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies, and the poor monk really doesn't know about this competition."

"I don't know? I don't know that you asked Wu Changxi to make a picture and publicize it all over the world? I don't know, you let Wu Changxi go to the Heishan City Calligraphy Association to make a fuss? I don't know, you dare to promise a million-dollar bet? Little monk, dare to do it, dare to do it, Then you are still a man. Otherwise, you should stop becoming a monk and go to the Forbidden City to have a look, maybe even recruit eunuchs." Jing Yan said.

Chen Jing who was with him immediately responded, "Eunuchs must be honest to apply for the job, right?"

When Fangzheng heard this, his heart became angry. The woman in front of him was beautiful, why did she speak so aggressively? Who did he mess with? Is she targeting him like this? What's more, he really doesn't know! Feeling aggrieved, Fangzheng also became angry, and directly proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, several donors, if you offer incense and pray, please come inside. If there is nothing wrong, the poor monk will not accompany you."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng turned around and left! No matter who you are, the poor monk will not accompany you!

"Stop! You little monk, if you let it out, would you be farting?" Jing Yan scolded angrily.

Fangzheng frowned, waved his hands and said, "Why do you admit what the poor monk didn't say? Almighty, Buddhism is a quiet place, so don't make any noise. Also, there are wolves on the mountain, be careful."

"There are wolves? Haha... scare me? What kind of animal has my aunt never seen? I have hunted lions in Africa, and I have hunted bears in Russia. What is a wolf? But you are unclean, and you want to gain fame as a monk, even if there are wolves , are you a pervert, right?" Jing Yan called out.

When Fangzheng heard it, he said, I met a shrew, I can't afford to provoke her, so hide!

Fangzheng strode into the backyard, then kicked the lone wolf lying on the ground basking in the sun and said, "Your home host has been bullied, how do you become a Dharma protector? Hurry up and work! Otherwise, there will be no food tonight!"

The lone wolf was still lazy when he heard the front. When I heard that there was no food to eat, my eyes suddenly turned red! The sky is big and the earth is big, why is he a wolf monk? The first is fear of being beaten, and the second is because of that delicious rice! Who dares not let him eat? Fight!

At this moment, footsteps came from outside, and Jing Yan's voice followed: "Little monk, where are you talking about the wolf? Where is the wolf? Why didn't I see it? Let him come out! Humph... full of lies, gibberish liar..."