The tall monk sighed: "Yichan, bear with it, and everything will be fine when we find your Aunt Jingyi who has returned to vulgarity."
The little novice cried: "Will it really get better? But the temples are gone woo"
"Oh, what a crime!"
The tall monk touched the head of the little monk with his hand.
"It's Yuantong and Yichan."
"Aren't they dead?"
Luo Yun looked across the street, thinking of those few days on Yanliu Island.
The two of them have a little friendship with him.
"The King Kong Temple was destroyed. Seeing them like this, could it be that they have wandered all the way here?"
"Hey, it's embarrassing to see a thousand-year-old temple destroyed"
At this time.
Across the street, a group of people with cameras came, which seemed to be a vibrato-shooting team.
The leader was a young man in his twenties and thirties, wearing a small suit and pointed leather shoes, with his hair combed back, and with a rough local accent:
"My family, those who support me Bassin, put up the presents!"
"We must not lose this pk!"
The young man is an anchor. He asked the camera for a gift, but he didn't even look at it when he was walking, and bumped into several people.
"Brother Xin! It's not good, we are going to lose!"
"The other side has more than 50,000 sound waves than us!"
"Should we spend our own money to make some points, just for the sake of appearance"
The two assistants whispered.
The male anchor moved the camera away and slapped one of the assistants on the hat, "Are you stupid? You pay for it!"
"Hey, Brother Xin, I only earn 5,000 yuan a month"
The assistant smiled flatteringly.
Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and found Monk Yuantong and Yichan sitting in a daze by the side of the road, and had an idea, "Brother Xin! Look at those two monks!"
"Monk?"
Baxin rolled his eyes and had an idea, "Go! Go to the convenience store and buy two chicken legs!"
"okay!"
The assistant quickly followed suit.
Ba Xin walked up to Monk Yuantong and Yichan first, and asked with a smile, "Two masters, what's the matter?"
"Benefactor, hello."
Monk Yuantong saluted honestly, "The two poor monks haven't eaten for several days, please give me a bowl of rice for the poor monks to eat, the Buddha will definitely bless you."
"Amitabha, thank you benefactor."
The little novice took up his small broken wooden bowl again.
"It's easy to say, easy to say."
"I also believe in Buddhism!"
Bassin took out his wallet and took out a pink picture of Grandpa Mao with two fingers.
Before throwing it in, Monk Yuantong hurriedly said: "Amitabha, benefactor, we don't want money, we just want to eat."
"If you have money, you can buy food!"
Bassin is very strange.
"No, according to the precepts of monks, you can't touch money."
Monk Yuantong was in a difficult situation.
At this time, a smell of meat wafted over, and Yichan's stomach began to growl.
"smell good¡¡"
Yichan sniffed his nose, Hun'er was almost hooked out.
It turned out that the chicken legs were bought.
Monk Yuantong's complexion became unattractive.
"Brother Xin, here it is!"
The assistant brought over two delicious big chicken legs, and Ba Xin handed one to Yuantong and Yichan, "Come on, two masters, I invite you to eat chicken legs! How about you show me some Shaolin Kung Fu?"
Yuantong: ""
Yichan: (¡Ôi_i¡Ô) I am not greedy
See this scene.
Luo Yun's eyes turned cold.
The quality of the current anchors is really mixed, anyone can do a live broadcast!
Monks don't touch meat, this anchor is obviously making fun of Yuantong and Yichan, if it is put on him, this kid will break at least one leg.
"Wow, it smells so good, I really want to eat it"
Yichan walked towards the drumstick in a daze as if under a spell.
"Donor, what do you mean?"
Monk Yuantong's face was not very good-looking, so he grabbed Yichan by the back collar and threw him behind.
"Master, haven't you guys eaten for several days?"
"Look at this chicken leg, freshly baked, Orleans taste.?? how fragrant it is! "
Bassin had a beating smile all over his face.
Seeing Yichan, who was so hungry that he was going crazy, he leaned over and passed the chicken leg over, "Come on, little monk, here it is. The kid is growing up, so how can we not add more protein?"
"Brother Xin is right!"
"As popularity increases, so do more gifts!"
"It's overtaking, haha!"
Several assistants were there to high-five and celebrate.
Citizens and tourists passing by complained one after another, but no one was willing to come up to help them.
"Snapped!"
At this time, Monk Yuantong grabbed Baxin's wrist, "Benefactor, monks should not get close to meat, we appreciate your kindness."
"Fuck, what are you doing? Let go!"
Bassin was in a hurry and wanted to push Yuantong away but couldn't.
Monk Yuantong is tall and burly, with a spirit as low as a mountain, and now he is at the peak of foundation establishment. Baxin is like a kindergarten kid in front of him, and he can poke him to death with a single finger.
But he didn't.
He is always enduring.
"Click!"
During the pushing and shoving, the chicken leg fell to the ground.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
"Woooooooooooooo!"
Yichan was so distressed that he couldn't breathe.
"Damn a star, smelly monk!"
"You're shameless, aren't you?"
Bassin was furious and freed his left hand, wanting to slap Monk Yuantong.
"Amitabha Buddha."
Monk Yuantong let go and took a step back.
He was already very restrained, but Baxin still fell to the ground, his butt almost broke into four pieces.
"Brother Xin!"
"Brother Xin, are you okay!"
Two assistants and three bodyguards hurried forward to help him up.
"Okay! Dead monk!"
"I kindly invite you to eat chicken legs, you dare to beat me!"
"Hit me! Hit me to death!"
Bassin made a fool of himself and went mad.
The four bodyguards immediately rolled up their sleeves, went up to surround Yuantong and beat him severely.
Yuantong covered his head with both hands, no matter how hard he hit him, he didn't resist.
Yichan: ""
Luo Yun: ""
"Pony, Xin Ge, he is so tough!"
"Could it be that you have practiced the iron cloth shirt with the golden bell cover?"
"My hands hurt, ouch"
The assistant complained endlessly.
"Hahaha, it hurts to hit someone!"
"It's really a bunch of trash. Seeing other masters, there is nothing wrong with it!"
"They didn't make any moves!"
At first, the onlookers were worried about Monk Yuantong, but then they just watched the music.
"Fuck, trash!"
Bassin was furious, and rushed up to give Monk Yuantong a kick.
"You stop!"
Yichan couldn't bear it any longer, he kicked Baxin down to the ground with a kick, and his head was bleeding.
"Wow!"
"The little monk is amazing!"
"I've practiced it!"
The crowd applauded and whistled.
"Damn it, Brother Xin!"
"How are you, brother Xin?"
The bodyguards hurried forward, helped Baxin up, and looked at Yichan in fear.
They didn't expect that such a young monk, a little novice, at most thirteen or fourteen years old, could strike so fiercely that they couldn't even see clearly!
"One Zen!"
Monk Yuantong got angry, got up and walked towards Yichan, "How does master teach you? Is your kung fu used to bully ordinary people! Huh?"
"Uncle Master, I"
Yichan lowered his fist and stepped back, grievances written all over his immature face.
until it hits a person.
"The benefactor!"
Just as Yichan was about to apologize, he heard a somewhat familiar voice:
"Yuantong, you are going too far." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com