Don't miss lying on the bed, crossing your legs, and glanced at the time. It was lunch time at 10:30 in the morning.

Thinking of the vegetarian food in the temple, he couldn't help but smack his mouth. He was so hungry that he didn't eat meat and suddenly lost interest in lunch.

I have already started to think about the future of the afternoon, and maybe I can still chew an elbow to sleep before going to bed.

Thinking of this, don’t miss a smug smile while covering his fat face.

"Abbot, there is a female donor outside the door asking for a meeting, which is very urgent." Hearing the little disciples under the door came to report, all the elbows in front of him disappeared, and he felt lost in his heart.

"I don't want to go." He had to spend more time to imagine whether the elbow was steamed or braised?

"Abbot, the female donor added 50,000 yuan in spice oil." The little monk reminded with kindness.

Wumian sighed, he was rich, and he was the boss. He took 50,000 yuan in sesame and oil. In order to maintain the livelihood of the temple, some people still had to socialize, and even if he was unwilling to go now, he would go.

Walking on a pair of slippers, his steps were very casual, but he was so anxious that the young monk leading the way, "Abbot, please hurry up, that female donor is so anxious that she is about to cry."

Don’t miss me so lazy that I was angry. I really wanted to argue with this unintentional disciple. I just cried. What should he do?

If you are so afraid of things, you are not the disciple of Putuo Temple, nor are you the disciple of him, the Taoist monk.

However, he was afraid that he would cry first before the female donor, and he would have to coax him in the end.

The little monk invited the abbot into the reception room and then left the room. Duliu Wumian and He Shuzhen stared at each other with big eyes. It was He Shuzhen who reacted first, pointed at Wumian and roared in shock, "Why are you here?"

Wumian snorted lightly, then sat on the chair very lazy and took out his ears, "Why can't it be me?"

"What I want to see is the abbot of Bodhi Temple, don't worry!"

"Sorry, I'm disappointed you, I just don't think so."

He Shuzhen heard this and was hit hard by the Buddha. She took a step back in a small way and covered her ears with her hands, her face full of panic, "No, no, you are not, how could you be Master Wu Nian? This is the most famous abbot of Bodhi Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. Don't miss you, you, the monk who steals braised pork, you dare to run to Bodhi Temple to pretend to be Master Abbot. I, I want to expose you!"

Wumian sighed, "Reality is always so unacceptable, I'm so sorry!"

He Shuzhen turned her eyes and was about to faint. Seeing this, Wumian's face changed drastically. He pointed at her and said anxiously, "Hey, shrew, I tell you, don't faint from me. I tell you, our Bodhi Temple does not accept your behavior of slutching. You, hey, you think, be careful, no matter what, you can do, come quickly!"

The main reason is that Wumeng's voice is too loud and I don't know who is coming. In short, a large group of people rushed in. As soon as I entered the door, I saw He Shuzhen lying on a chair, patting her chest and pale face. Wumeng was so anxious that she walked around the ground.

This situation made them easily even think of, “Master, what did you do to this female donor?”

Wumian suddenly became angry and pinched his waist and roared, "Huizhen, tell me, what can I do to her, your master?"

The monk named Huizhen is not young this year, and he is about forty years old. He is a personal disciple of Wumian. He has always known his master's temper the most. He said with a very heavy expression, "Master, have you coaxed someone to donate a roasted suckling pig to our Bodhi Temple, roasted whole lamb from both ends, and three..."

Wumian stared at the boss with his eyes wide open and he snorted, "Bastard, is your master like that?"

Everyone looked at Wumeng with resentment, as if silently telling Wumeng. Yes, you are such a person, don’t doubt it, this matter has not been born before.

"..." Wunian patted his bald head, "My old monk is really going to be angry with you. It's this shrew... Uh, no, it's this female donor who doesn't believe that I am the abbot of Bodhi Temple. Come, Huizhen, tell her, who am I?"

Huizhen was wearing a simple monk suit and was a little white. She looked at He Shuzhen with her hands folded and bowed slightly, "Amitabha, this female donor, although it is a bit incredible, this Master Wumian is really the abbot of our Bodhi Temple!"

He Shuzhen was thinking about her unreasonable braised pork, which she had knocked over without reason, and her wanton abuse and insults to him. In the past two days, she had traveled everywhere, and someone told her that she had gone to the origin, of course she had offended all of her.

Some people also suggested that she come to see Master Wumian, the abbot of Bodhi Temple. This is her last hope, and the person she is looking for...

As if he could not bear such a change, He Shuzhen's eyes rolled and she fainted.

The little monk who was surrounded by her was so scared that he took a few small steps back. Wumian pulled his disciple and was so scared that he was very proud, "Huizhen, have you seen it? You have been hit by someone."

Huizhen looked innocent, "Master?" Did he not do anything well?

Wumian waved his hand and squeezed away the disciples and apprentices with his fat body. He rudely opened He Shuzhen's eyes and tapped his pulse again, "Don't worry, she just fainted and would wake up in a while."

When everyone heard the abbot say this, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I couldn't help but believe that everything the abbot said just now was true, and this woman was here to mess with the car.

"Huizhen, I have to go down the mountain if I have something to do, but the return date is not yet determined."

Huizhen looked embarrassed, "Master, we have a lot of money for sesame oil every month, and you don't need to go down the mountain to work part-time." The key is that there is still a female donor lying here. Isn't it a bit bad for the master to leave like this?

Wumeng's head moved too quickly. If he agreed to this shrew in Bodhi Temple, the account would be in the public account. How could he earn extra money to buy meat? If he went to the cause, even though he would be skinned by the boss, the remaining amount would be very considerable, so he could save his own small treasury.

"The boss needs me. This month is the ghost month. She is a woman's family. It's very safe to have you as a teacher here. If this female donor wakes up and insists on finding her as a teacher, let her go to the place we first met to find me." He didn't dare to talk about the cause of fate, for fear that these disciples and grandchildren will go to the cause of fate to catch people, and then he will really have no freedom at all.

He Shuzhen woke up half an hour later. The first thing she did was to see a monk grabbing another. She was a little mentally ill. She asked her if the abbot of Bodhi Temple should not miss the fat monk?

Although it is hard to believe, it is true.

He Shuzhen finally gave up completely and sat on the ground crying and howling. The young monk in Bodhi Temple thought that their abbot had done something that was so sorry for others and was hungry?
Chapter completed!