Opening an Internet Cafe in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 45, the epic dog blood in Hongfu Temple (-: small ticket~
"The TV series "Wulin Biography Uncensored Edition"?" Li Chuan stared blankly at the award, and recalled it for a while. He didn't remember watching "Wulin Biography" at the beginning. Where did the discordant scenes need to be deleted?

"Thank you immortal for your help!" Wang Feng walked up to Li Chuan, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed. "Bang bang bang!" One knock after another was solid and loud.

Li Chuan waved his hand indifferently, glanced at everyone present, and said, "I repeat, I'm not some fairy, you can call me Boss Li."

Then he said to Wang Feng: "Also, I didn't save you, it's just that someone caused trouble in this Internet cafe, so I took the initiative to teach him a lesson.

For you, I don't care at all. "

Wang Feng looked up at Li Chuan, in his eyes, all he saw was indifference, just like those statues of Buddha and gods engraved in temples and Taoist temples, looking at this mundane world indifferently.

"Bang!" Finally, he kowtowed his head, which exhausted all of Wang Feng's strength, so his forehead was smashed in an instant, and the blood flowed uncontrollably.

Wang Feng raised his head, blood flowed from his eyes, gurgled down his cheeks, and dripped onto the floor.

Then he smiled, very heartily, as if he was talking to Li Chuan, and also as if he was talking to himself: "I'm just a cheap life."

After speaking, Wang Feng lay on the ground and wiped the blood on the floor of the Internet cafe with his sleeve.

After doing this, he got up from the floor, bowed respectfully to Li Chuan again, then turned around, and left the Internet cafe with Qinggua, Niu Er and other younger brothers.

Qin Qiong kept looking at Wang Feng, and waited for him to leave before uttering a word: "This kid's heart has changed."

When Wang Feng went out, he chased after Jueqing and other monks.

Don't take your troubles to the Internet cafe anymore, Shiguanghai Internet cafe is the only pure land in this world, he treats everyone equally.

With such an idea in mind, Wang Feng's mind was filled with the idea of ​​resolving the grievances with Hongfu Temple. He hadn't thought of how to solve it for the time being. As soon as his head got hot, he wanted to solve it immediately, no matter what means he used.

Only Wang Feng, who hadn't arrived, hadn't thought it through for the time being, and he was able to deal with it calmly. He was young and impulsive, which probably made sense.

Wang Feng and others chased after him, while Jueqing and others ran desperately ahead.

Seeing Li Chuan Yufeng hurt people, Jue Qing and other monks were terrified, naturally they wanted to go back to Hongfu Temple, so that they could feel at ease in their lair.

Jueqing and the others, who ran all the way, finally returned safely to Hongfu Temple. After stepping into the gate of the temple, everyone's suspended hearts were relieved.

"Uncle Jueqing, you are back."

When Jueqing and others came back, they were too flustered, and there was a lot of commotion, and most of the monks in Hongfu Temple ran out.

In the afternoon, all the monks in Hongfu Temple knew that the magic artifact was lost, and Jueqing took his disciples to Chang'an City to look for it.

Seeing that Jueqing and others had returned to Hongfu Temple at this time, the monks naturally wanted to ask curiously, who is the thief who dared to come to Hongfu Temple to steal.

Jueqing saw that everyone looked at him with expectation and admiration, he couldn't help but blushed, clasped his hands together, and recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

All the monks answered him in unison: "Amitabha."

Just when Jueqing was about to open his mouth to say something, a disciple behind him fell to the ground with a "plop" and shouted loudly,
"master!"

The voice was so stern that it instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Jueqing saw that it was his disciple - Liao Kong.

Liao Kong threw himself on the ground and said in tears, "Master! Thousands of mistakes are all the disciple's fault! The magical artifacts are all stolen by the disciple!"

"Wow!" There was an uproar at the scene.

"What, it's Senior Brother Kong Kong!"

"How is it possible, brother Kong, he..."

All the monks couldn't believe their ears, even Jueqing looked at Kong with a face full of shock.

In the eyes of other monks, Senior Brother Liao Kong is a warm and kind old man.In Jueqing's eyes, although he is not outstanding, he has never been selfish, and he is even more respectful to himself as a master.Jueqing has always trusted this disciple the most.

Since Liaokong has always been a person who does not fight or grab, everyone cannot accept this moment of shattering.

"You, why are you doing this!" Jueqing pointed at Kong, heartbroken. He didn't expect that the one who stole the magic weapon of Hongfu Temple was actually his most trusted disciple. No wonder no one noticed it. The task of guarding the magic weapon was given to Kong Kong.

Liao Kong prostrated himself on the ground and continued: "I know that my sins are serious, but I have some unavoidable difficulties. My Buddha often talks about the cycle of cause and effect, and I am willing to bear all the responsibilities. This matter is all done by me alone, and I have nothing to do with anyone else. No relationship, this disciple will make atonement with his body!"

After finishing speaking, Liao Kong got up abruptly, turned around and rushed towards the gate of the monastery!
With the determination to die!
I thought to myself, with that mysterious boss, he should be able to protect that kid well.

"Boom!" Liao Kong hit the red lacquered gate of Hongfu Temple like a hammer hitting a bell, and instantly splashed blood on the gate.

All the people present didn't react, and Liao Kong was lying limply on the ground.Everything came too fast, like a tornado, people were caught off guard.

Jueqing pointed one hand at the sky, trembling, his old face was changing from cloudy to cloudy.

At this time, a painful cry resounded throughout Hongfu Temple and Fenglan Mountain, and even crossed the ten-mile long slope to Chang'an City and Shiguanghai Internet Cafe.

"father!"

It was Wang Feng and others who arrived, just in time to see Kong's blood splattered on the gate, and he fell to the ground.

A figure is like the blessing of gods and Buddhas all over the sky, running out of the speed of a cheetah!

It was Cucumber, and his eyes were bulging, staring until their sockets were about to burst.He jumped on Kong's body fiercely, hugged him nervously, and covered his head with trembling hands, as if he could cover Kong's head with blood gushing out continuously.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

Lying on the grass!The jaws of all the monks were about to drop from shock, today is so exciting!It made everyone unprepared and frightened for a moment.

First, the magic artifact from Hongfu Temple was stolen, and Uncle Jueqing chased after him and came back. Then the most honest Senior Brother Liao Kong jumped out to plead guilty, and then committed suicide to apologize. Finally, the most exciting thing came, Senior Brother Liao Kong, he was so special. Mother has a son!

All the monks look at me, I look at you, wait, you have to stroke them, they are all in a daze.

Liaokong hadn't completely died yet, looking at the cucumber in front of him, he stretched out his hand to touch his face, but he couldn't muster any strength, so he struggled to pull out a smile, and said softly: "Silly son."

Then he took a deep breath and said loudly: "Master, this disciple is responsible for everything. I am willing to accept the guilt and make atonement with my own body! I hope that Master will not hold others accountable. This is all done by one disciple!"

The old monk Jueqing came to Kong's side, all kinds of emotions were changing on his face, seeing Cugua's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar, his heart skipped a beat, he squatted down and approached Kong, and asked without a trace: " Where did your son come from?"

"Cough cough." Li Kong coughed a few times, his head was severely injured, his body was out of control, and his life was running out. He said: "Back then, when my disciple was cleaning the master's room, I picked up a hairpin. Look at it. It looked good, and I took it back like a ghost.

Inexplicably, that night, a woman approached the disciple, and after that, the disciple had a good relationship with her for several months, and finally had a cucumber. "

At the end of the talk, Liao Kong took out a hairpin from his bosom close to him, thinking that he would wipe it often, and it still had some new ideas.

Liaokong handed the hairpin to Qinggua, his eyes were gentle, "This is your mother's last relic, and I will leave it to you."

Looking at the hairpin, the corners of Jueqing's eyes twitched, you're a motherfucker!Labor and capital hate the people who are like chickens and dogs the most in their lives, and that is obviously labor and capital!
"father!"

Cucumber held the hairpin in one hand, and hugged Kong tightly with the other, and then, Kong had died.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

"Amitabha." I saw a solemn old monk with a precious face slowly coming out of the main hall of Hongfu Temple.

Wearing a simple monk's robe, but wearing a solemn and kind feeling, just looking at him, the heart is peaceful, the hostility is completely eliminated, and he is a real eminent monk.

"Amitabha. Hello Abbot."

All the monks said hello in unison.

(End of this chapter)