Chapter 97

"Master, I've found the disciple I collected for you." Idleness pressed his voice and shouted. He pushed the door and walked into Zhitong's room.

"Ah!" Zhitong is holding a roast chicken in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. When he hears the news, he subconsciously hides behind him.

"Master, don't hide. It's me." Idleness gently shook his head. The more he knew about master, the more he felt that he had to worship.

"Cough..." Zhitong coughed lightly and instantly recovered his smiling expression: "waste, what did you just say?"

"Master, Fang Mingyuan came to temple, and he brought his son here."

"Oh, it's the apprentice you accepted. Come and come. What does it have to do with me?" Zhitong took the roast chicken in his hand, chewed it hard, and picked up the wine bottle to drink.

Waste time just grabbed the bottle, smelled the strong wine smell on Zhitong, frowned and said, "master, Fang Mingyuan should be in a difficult situation and can't make a decision, so he just kept begging me to let me find your old man and give him directions. So you can drink this wine later, or you will be full of wine smell, which will make people see, What does it look like? "

"Cut!" Zhitong reaches out to grab the wine bottle wasted in the past, but wasted has long hidden the wine bottle behind him. How can he succeed.

Seeing that he couldn't grab the wine bottle, Zhitong had to stop, spread his hands, and said indifferently, "he has something difficult. What does it have to do with me? Why should I tell him? "

Knowing that it was absolutely impossible to move master without taking out something, he took out the bulging envelope directly from his arms, shook it in front of Zhitong, and took out a stack of three hundred yuan bills.

The finger gently pulled out the corner of the hundred yuan bill and brushed it. The unique taste of the bill went into Zhitong's nose.

His face suddenly changed, from just indifference to blazing at the moment.

"Alas! But they took out 30000 yuan of benefits. Since someone doesn't want to make this money, well, I'll return it to others and say that my master is busy and doesn't have time. " Idly looking at Zhitong's expression, he deliberately turned his face, sighed softly, and turned to the Zen gate.

While walking, he shook his head with pity: "in other words, how much good wine and roast chicken and duck can you buy for this 30000 yuan?"

"Wait." Zhitong sees a thick pile of money, and his eyes have burst into a bright and faint light. It's like seeing a treasure. How can he let waste take it away.

However, he was too full of words just now, so he couldn't pull down his face for a moment. However, seeing that vanity had come to the door, he couldn't help but cry out directly.

Looking back at Zhitong innocently, he patted the hundred yuan bill in his hand, which was very attractive: "master, since you are too busy to entertain others, and that person has nothing to do with you, so I'd better return the money to others."

It's a pity that his expression and joking smile at the corners of his mouth made Zhitong hate his teeth, but now he didn't dare to do so, so he smiled and approached the waste: "good disciple, saving people is a difficulty, which is better than building a seven level Buddha slaughter, and how can Fang Mingyuan say that it has nothing to do with me? His son is your disciple, that is, my grandson. In this way, he is also my younger generation, so he should help him. And didn't the Buddha say that monks are merciful, how can I die? "

The voice is faint, with infinite compassion. When people listen to it, they suddenly admire it.

However, he was not moved at all. He looked at Shifu with concern: "Shifu, I'm really upset about forcing you to do this, so in my opinion, I'd better wait until I refuse that benefactor."

"Cough..." Zhitong coughed uncontrollably, and his face turned red.

In his heart, he scolded secretly. The little rabbit learned to run against his master, but the situation was stronger than others. Looking at the eye-catching 30000 yuan, Zhitong couldn't help but let the waste go, so he had to squeeze out a smile on his old face.

"Disciple, master knows that you are good for master, but master has never dared to fall behind others in doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. Therefore, if I don't solve the doubts of benefactor Fang today, I will be very upset."

Looking at the mercy on Shifu's face and the high virtue in his eyes, he was full of stomach Fei: Shifu's unlimited ability is really becoming more and more unfathomable. It's really admirable!

But he was also very clear that there was enough, so he finally smiled calmly, handed the envelope to the master, but left the ten thousand yuan in his hand.

"Since master is merciful, it seems that I can only go there hard."

Zhitong quickly took the envelope, and then looked inside. He was sure it was 20000 yuan. No doubt, he stuffed it into his arms, and then looked at the 10000 yuan in his wasted hand: "good disciple, these 10000 yuan will also be given to master, and master will put it for you."

Waste the corners of your eyes and put it? That's too familiar.

Last time he put it, but in the end, they all ran into Shifu's stomach. Now he can't be fooled. So he turned his palm and put away 10000 yuan: "Shifu, I'd better put it by myself. Besides, other people's benefactor only gave 30000 yuan, but you have taken 20000 yuan."

"Cough..." wisdom was wasted to see the mind, old face red, but suddenly it is hey hey smile: "you, this kid grew up, later also want to spend money to pick up girls, you will keep these ten thousand, but later you can not eat again for the teacher's Roasted Chicken and good wine?"

Hearing Shifu mention this, he felt guilty and laughed twice: "Shifu, you old man is full of wine. You'd better take a bath and change your clothes. I'll go and chat with benefactor Fang first."

After that, he walked out quickly without waiting for Zhitong's answer.

Behind him, Zhitong smiled proudly, took out the envelope hidden in his arms again, counted the 20000 pieces in it carefully, turned his palm, and a stack of hundred yuan bills appeared in his hand: "this smelly boy wanted to swallow 10000 pieces, hehe, but he knew that I was a nickname wonderful monk in the Jianghu."

He put three hundred dollar bills on his nose and sniffed them carefully. Then he put them away again with a smile: "Hey, this boy is really a lucky star. He fooled me to 30000 yuan with Fang Ming's foresight. It's really my proud disciple!"

In fact, he doesn't know that there are 500000 people hiding in vain. If he knows this, he doesn't know what he wants to be angry.

Outside the meditation room, he walked out a long way and wasted his time. Then he stopped and touched his hand in his arms, but he was stunned: "wipe! Was Shifu really sneaking away? Is this hand too fast? "

He looked at the master's meditation room in surprise, but he patted his chest with lingering fear, and then his face showed a satisfied look: "hey hey, thanks to the poor monk's wit, I hid the 500000 first. If master really knew, I'm afraid I wouldn't get a penny."

With this, he took off his shoes, looked at the 500000 check hidden under the insole, and sighed with a long sigh of relief: "master, do you really think I didn't know his great name in those days? Wonderful hand monk, hey hey, you must guard against it in the future! "

With that, he thought, but put the check back into the interlayer of the insole.