Chapter 7

Jinbi hotel is the best hotel in Zhenhai city. It is 17 stories high. People standing below feel small.

The Buddhist event was held on the 17th floor here. After a wasted sigh for a while, he was about to go in, but was stopped.

"Little master, we don't allow pets here." The welcome was polite and stopped in front of the wasted body. The attitude was very good, but the tone was indisputable.

As soon as he came, he closed the door. He couldn't help being depressed. He stretched out his hand and gently flicked Xiaojin's head: "Xiaojin, people won't let you in. Just wait for me outside."

With that, he squeezed his eyes at Xiao Jin and went straight in.

He walked smartly, but he was foolish to greet the guests. The monk left such a lovely pet like this?

In his heart, he turned around and looked at the cute dizzy little monkey, but he had disappeared.

……

On the aisle on the 17th floor, just after idleness came out of the elevator, he saw Xiao Jin waiting for himself at the door of the elevator. Wan Er smiled: "ha ha, they can know that Xiao Jin is no different from people. If he is smarter than wisdom, he may be more clever."

Talking and laughing like this, one person and one monkey came to the door of the Buddhist conference room.

In the conference room, there were more than 20 monks, all dressed in cassocks, very formal.

When the man and the monkey came in, all eyes were attracted.

"Which temple's little monk is this? It's really not decent to dress so casually!" A fat monk sitting in the conference room, wiping the sweat on his face, looked at the waste and said unhappily.

"Yes, I even brought a monkey dressed like this. It's really embarrassing for us Buddhists."

"Look at him. He should be just a newcomer."

"I think it's also like which master should bring the little monk who is responsible for serving."

As soon as they heard this, everyone immediately nodded. The fat monk who had just wiped sweat shouted: "Hey, little monk, come and pour me a glass of water."

But after waiting for a long time, he saw that there was no response at all. Fat and shangton were very angry. As soon as they patted the table, they stood up: "Hey, monkey, say you, pour me a glass of water."

The first time I participated in this grand event, I wasted my curiosity. After I came in, I kept looking at everyone's breath, but I found that although these monks had no accomplishments, there was someone else with a special energy in their bodies.

This energy is not aura, it is very soft, faint, and seems to be changing at any time.

This kind of situation has been seen in Zhitong, but the energy in master is more pure, broad and contained.

A movement in my heart and a secret way, could it be that this Buddhist school also has the power of practice?

But at this time, he suddenly heard the fat monk shouting monkey, so he turned his head and asked with a smile, "senior brother, what's the matter with you calling the poor monk?"

"Who is your senior brother?" The fat monk frowned, locked a group of anger, proudly pointed to the teacup in front of him: "you, go and pour me a glass of water."

Glancing at other monks in vain, they were holding the empty cup in front of them and looking at themselves. Obviously, they regarded themselves as waiters. They didn't feel angry and funny.

"Elder martial brother, I don't know where the water is. Please bring it for me and I'll pour it again, okay?" The attitude is very low and modest.

The fat monk obviously had a high status. He pointed to a monk next to him: "see you in the air. Go and bring him the kettle."

But for a moment, Kong Jian took a cold kettle and went to waste. He squatted heavily and said angrily, "here, the kettle is for you now. Pour water for senior brother Kong Wen quickly."

Idly took the kettle, smiled gently and said politely, "thank you!"

Then he picked up a cup from the table and poured a full glass of water.

Empty smell this just smiled, stretched out a chubby hand, gently patted on the greasy bald head, stretched out to waste, and prepared to pick up the cup: "it's your boy's politeness, let you go today, and pour all their water."

However, it seemed that he didn't hear what he said. Instead, he took a glass of water in front of him, drank it in a gulp, and said loudly: "it's really comfortable to drink a glass of cold water on this hot day!"

The monks who have been watching around are stunned. Is this little monk too unexpected?

Empty smell see waste incredibly oneself drank that cup of water, a hand embarrassedly stretched out there, the oily face suddenly expanded into blue purple.

He smiled angrily, and all the fat on his face crowded together: "good, good, good, I don't think you want to mix in Buddhism!"

His big fat and thick hand slapped on the table, and suddenly there was a "Ding Ding" sound, and countless tea cups jumped up.

When the monks around saw that he was angry, they quickly gave way to him and looked frightened.

"Elder martial brother, I'm really angry this time. The monk is going to have bad luck!"

"Alas, how dare this little monk provoke Kong Wen? Doesn't he know that Kong Wen is the famous anger steel of our Buddhism?"

"Look at him. He's a newcomer. This time, I'm afraid he can't even be a monk."

"Cut, do you want to be a monk again? I'm afraid he can't get through this in a hospital where he won't live for a few months. "

A group of monks were silent when they heard this, but they were too aware of the violence in the air.

Idleness didn't seem to hear the words of a group of monks. Looking at Kong Wen, he asked in surprise, "it seems that you are not my master? It's not up to you to decide whether I'm in Buddhism or not? "

"I'm not your master, I'm your master!" Empty smell see waste at this time, also dare to contradict him, more angry hate, roar loudly.

"Oh, so you are my master." Idleness was not angry. He smiled faintly and suddenly asked, "so you are an eminent monk of the Pu generation?"

When Buddhism came to today, the generations of monks are divided into: general, wisdom, emptiness, emptiness and Dharma. Therefore, if you are a wasted master, you must be an eminent monk of the common generation.

Throughout Dinghai Province, there is no monk of the common generation, that is, there are only three of the intelligent generation. Kong Wen will believe that vanity is the great monk of the virtual generation. At present, Hei hei sneered: "a little monk who plays monkey and wants to be the great monk of the virtual generation is really laughing to death!"

However, although he was joking about the dead, there was no smile on his face. On the contrary, he was as cold as ice. His body of 400 kilograms was about to cross the conference table and lean to waste.

"Empty smell, what are you doing?"

Just then, a big monk in cassock came in from the door. His thick eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his low and unhappy voice added a bit of dignity.

Kong Wen was stunned, but he seemed very afraid. He murmured, "martial uncle xuzhu, it's all right. I'm just playing with him."

Xuzhu humed coldly, "how can you be so naughty in the quiet place of Buddhism!"

"Yes, I know I'm wrong." The empty smell sat down obediently, with a cold sweat on his forehead.

Xu Zhu looked at the waste and stared at Xiao Jin on his shoulder. His face became more and more ugly.

"Martial Uncle Xu Zhu is the Dharma protector of our Dinghai Buddhism. He can't tolerate sand in his eyes." A monk whispered nearby.

"Yes, I dare to bring monkeys here. I really don't know how to live or die!"

"Hey, hey, if it's outside, others think it's monkey."

"You say, this little monk can't really be a monkey?"

“……”

After watching it for a long time, Xu Zhu finally couldn't stand the anger in his heart. He snorted heavily: "which little monk are you? How dare you bring a monkey here? Do you really think you're a monkey?"

Idleness had long listened to the words of the people next to him. Seeing that Xu Zhu was angry, he was not afraid. He smiled faintly: "elder martial brother, I don't play monkey. I'm here to attend the Buddhist grand meeting."

"Elder martial brother? He dares to call martial uncle xuzhu and martial brother. The little monk dares to call! " The monk at the bottom couldn't help muttering, but he told everyone's heart.

All the monks looked at the waste with pity, as if they were saying, this time, something has happened to you, something big has happened.

Empty smell is gloating, looking at the waste, Yin Yin smiled, see you this time still not dead?

Xuzhu has been in charge of the discipline of Dinghai Buddhism for many years, and he has a faint evil spirit in his heart. Now he heard that he dared to call his senior brother. He suddenly became angry. He was about to get angry, but suddenly thought of someone and calmed down: "do you have an invitation?"

Idleness has been observing him. Seeing that he can control his anger, he can't help praising the Buddhist heart nourishing Kung Fu. It really deserves its reputation. At that moment, he smiled gently and handed over his invitation.

Seeing the invitation letter, Xu Zhu sighed in his heart. Sure enough, there are any masters and disciples. It seems that Buddhism is really troubled now. I'm afraid he can't live in peace in the future.

But although he thought so, he really didn't dare to offend his Zhitong martial uncle and those who offended him. He heard that they were very miserable, so he forced out a smile on his face: "it's a wasted junior brother. Come on, please come to the VIP room."

"Ah!"

This, this is really a master of the virtual generation! But in a flash, I thought, when will even martial Uncle Xu Zhu, who has always been famous for his majesty, laugh?

All the little monks were shocked.

He got up in vain, but didn't leave. Instead, he looked at Xu Zhu with a puzzled face and sincerely asked for advice: "elder martial brother, just now the master said it was my master. I'm stupid. I really don't know when my master became his apprentice? Please give me some advice. "

Xuzhu was stunned and turned to look at Kongwen. The monks at the bottom also looked at Kongwen. Kongwen's face was red and red, which was wonderful.

"Empty smell, is that really what you said?" Xu Zhu frowned and looked majestically at Kong Wen.

"No, No." Empty smell suddenly burst out a cold sweat, turned his head and saw that Xu Zhu was winking. He quickly folded his hands and saluted to the waste: "martial uncle, I know my mistake!"

"If you know your mistakes, you can change them. You're still a good child. Forget it." He nodded magnanimously, and his palm was still patting on his bare head. He looked like an elder.

"Thank you, martial uncle." Kong Wen was called a good child, and it was obvious that he had been photographed red on his bald head. This strength was not small, but although he felt painful and angry, he had to respect and be taught. He was really depressed to death.

The monks below wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Xu Zhu looked at Kong Wen's tall and big man and thought of the title of a good child. He felt a cold. Is this goods too cheap?