Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1585 Qifan, the love of the Buddha. twenty four
"What are you talking about!"

Sang Ling kicked the door, and said ferociously: "Grandma is so sleepy, I am a girl, how can I wander outside at night, you let us in quickly!"

She is really sleepy, and she has to solve this matter quickly.

"What does it matter to me if you're sleepy?" The monk rolled his eyes and said arrogantly: "If you say you don't feed, you don't feed. Don't mess around here."

After that, he broke his hand out of Sang Ling's grasp.

Sang Ling's temper came up, and her words became more and more impolite: "You poor monk, my aunt gave you a face, right? I have to come in today. If you talk nonsense, I'll blow your head off."

"You stinky girl..."

Just as the monk was about to scold someone, Sang Ling punched him hard on his bald head.

"Let me tell you, my aunt has a very bad temper. I'm going to take care of you, you bitch." Sang Ling sneered, not giving the fat monk a chance to fight back.

"what!!!"

"You naughty girl!!"

The fat monk wailed and couldn't dodge in time, but the cry immediately called the other monks in the temple over.

Those monks rushed over with thick sticks in their hands, and surrounded Sang Ling and the others aggressively: "How dare you come to Deshan Temple to make trouble, don't you want to live?"

"Okay, you guys, it really isn't a good temple." Sang Ling grabbed the fat monk by his collar and threw him to the ground: "This fat bald donkey wants to molest my aunt, but you are better off, and you want to fight with my aunt?"

"Just you bums, bums!"

Sang Ling stepped on the fat monk's face, and said arrogantly: "Grandma is sleepy now, and she wants to go in and sleep. You guys get out of the way quickly, or you will be like this fat bald donkey."

Both Fu Yuejun and Xue Gu lowered their heads and smiled, and it was right to bring Sang Ling here, they couldn't do such a thing.

As arrogant as Sang Ling, even the abbot couldn't stand it anymore.

No, the abbot walked around from the backyard in a cassock, clasped his hands together, and asked slowly: "The important place of Buddhism, don't make any big moves. What are the benefactors doing?"

Sang Ling said arrogantly: "Don't do anything, my aunt just heard that Deshan Temple is the best place to seek marriage, so she came here just because of the name. Fortunately, you are not allowed to come in."

The abbot bowed and said: "Our temple never receives believers at night. Furthermore, our temple is more effective for seeking children. If a benefactor wants marriage, he can go to the Yuelao Temple in the inner city."

He raised his head and looked at Sang Ling meaningfully.

He obviously didn't believe Sang Ling's words.

"I don't know if it will work or not, anyway, that's what I heard."

Sang Ling said indifferently, pointing at Fu Yuejun and Xue Gu, "But it's a coincidence, my brother and sister-in-law have been married for several years and haven't had any children yet, so I came to your temple to ask for one, how about it?"

The abbot also looked at Fu Yuejun and the two of them. When he saw the demeanor of the two of them, he frowned slightly, and shook his head to refuse: "I'm sorry, the guest rooms of this temple never allow people to stay overnight. Please come back."

I don't know what I saw, anyway, the abbot just refused to let them stay.

"That won't work."

Sang Ling quickly stepped forward and stopped the abbot: "It's so late, we are weak and weak, we don't know anything, do you want us to be caught by the wolves in the mountains?"

"Since there are all guest rooms, you don't want people to live in them. Are you planning to keep them for the elderly?" Sang Ling was already very impatient, and when she spoke, her mouth seemed to have been smeared with poison.

One sentence is more vicious than one sentence.

(End of this chapter)