According to Wang Anran's idea, if he could be the host of a temple or the host of the largest temple in Liangzhou City, he would have to be an old monk with white hair and beards with long white eyebrows, which looked like Fahai in the TV series. Of course, it was the old version of Fahai, which should not be a young version, and the host was a bit too young.

The young host Zhishan was a very shy monk. His personality was exactly the opposite of his appearance. He looked very mighty, but his personality was very shy. This may be related to his living environment, but no matter what, it is certain that he was not good at dealing with people. Otherwise, he would have argued with Wang Anran earlier and would have to ask Wang Anran to compensate his apprentice for the medicine and delay the young monk chanting the scriptures and would have to pay another loss of work.

Zhishan showed a shameful expression on his face and lowered his head and said, "Shame, ashamed, I know that I have no ability and cannot be the presidency of this temple. However, before my master passed away, I appointed me to preside over this temple, so I can only take on this responsibility!"

Speaking of this, I guess I thought of my master. Zhishan was so sad that his eyes turned red, and his eyes seemed to be about to shed tears.

The little girl Tubao was shocked. Why did he cry? The little monk cried because he hit him, but the big monk cried, but it had nothing to do with him. She quickly pulled Wang Anran's sleeve and said, "Young Master, I haven't hit him yet, why did he cry?"

Wang Anran turned around and said, "You are the nemesis of the monk. As long as you are a monk, you will cry when you see you. This is OK!" He said to Zhishan again: "Master, I had a little misunderstanding just now. My little girl beat your disciple. I hope you don't blame me. You are a monk, but don't have the idea of ​​fighting back. Monks should be kind and abide by the rules and regulations!"

This must be said before. Although Zhishan looks like an angry young wife, who knows if he has other attributes? He is very good at beating on the outside! He looks like a bunny, with a cute look on his face, but if he gets angry, the consequences are very serious. Look at the little monk's head, you will know how serious it is.

The best thought of Amitabha Buddha, shook his head and said, "Where is the donor saying that the donor has come to blame? How can monks blame the donor? As long as the donor does not let the female donor beat the disciple of the monk again. I have no intention of blaming the monk for today."

Wang Anran breathed a sigh of relief, relieved, and smiled and said, "If you don't know anything about it, then my little girl will beat your apprentice again. She was not satisfied with the fight just now."

The little monk was startled, screamed, turned around and ran back to the temple. The master could not protect him. If he wanted to avoid being beaten, he could only rely on himself.

Seeing Zhishan's dumbfounded look, Wang Anran smiled and said, "Just kidding, don't be upset. Since you are not trying to argue with me, why are you leaving the temple? Oh, did you take your apprentice to find a doctor?"

Zhishan nodded again and said, "There are some medicines in the temple that can only cure external injuries. I don't know if there are internal injuries, so I have to go to the doctor for a look."

Wang Anran said, "If you want to find a doctor, you don't have to leave the temple. I am the doctor, I will show your disciple. He called Riran?" He turned around and tied the horse to the tree in front of the temple, took Fubao's hand, stepped on the steps, and walked into the temple.

Zhishan looked a little helpless. He didn't know whether Wang Anran should be allowed to enter the temple. Think about what would be possible even if he was allowed to enter the temple. Besides, he was kind enough to treat the doctor, and he was not here to burn the house.

Wang Anran took the bunny in front and Zhishan followed behind. The three of them gave people a feeling that Wang Anran was the master of the temple, and Zhishan seemed to be a follower.

After entering the door, until he almost walked to the hall, Zhishan remembered how to get along with others. If others did not take the initiative, then he should take the initiative. Finally, he took the initiative to say to Wang Anran: "I haven't dared to ask the little donor what to call him?"

Wang Anran said, "My name is Wang Anran, and her name is Tubao. We are all from Chengguan Village. Today we came to the city to burn incense. By the way, I heard from Tubao that the incense in your temple is very popular, but today I came, and except for us two pilgrims, I have never seen anyone else. What's going on?"

Zhishan looked ashamed and sad, and the two expressions mixed together, which made people feel a little pitiful to him. He even wanted to reach out and pat his head and comfort him a few words.

Zhishan said: "It's not good for me to be a monk. Before my master passed away, the temple was very lively. But after my master passed away, I changed my monks to take charge of the temple affairs. However, the times went down, and the number of pilgrims became less and less. Even the monks in the temple saw that life was hard to go on, so they all left. Now only I monks and little disciples were left in the temple."

Wang Anran said aloud and looked at the empty courtyard. Sure enough, there was no other monk except Zhishan and Mingran. He shook his head and said, "Others are the hosts, and you are the hosts, but you should feel ashamed of the hosts to this extent. I am sorry for your master, who trusts you so much."

A sentence made Zhishan cry fall, and he never thought so in his heart. Wang Anran said it was quite polite. When the monks in the temple left, they said to him ten times more unpleasant than this. The monks also had to live. They couldn't live in Jinguang Temple. It was unreasonable to find another temple to continue to be monks, but it was really related to life, which was understandable.

"This Jinguang Temple should have land. Even if it doesn't rely on indulgent and oil, can't you support the rent if you collect rent?" Wang Anran said in a puzzled manner.

At this time, they walked into the hall, Zhishan took two cushions, asked Wang Anran and Tubao to sit down, and called Leran again.

Zhishan sighed and said, "When the master was dying, I sold all the fields in the temple to pray for him, and bought incense and candles for the money he earned, and asked the Buddha to bless me by his master, but the incense and candles had not been used up yet, but the master left first."

Wang Anran frowned and didn't say anything. He felt that this kind of pride was a bit pedantic. If you have money to sell land, you might as well hire a good doctor for the master!

But Tubao said, "Why don't you ask your master to treat the doctor?"

Zhishan shook his head and said, "Please ask, the doctor said that life and death are God's will, so I can only pray for my master."

Wang Anran winked at the rabbit treasure, don’t talk nonsense, every family has a difficult sutra, and there are more difficult sutras in the monk’s temple. He said, “You are a filial person. I believe the Buddha will bless you. He will definitely have a good life in the Western Paradise.” He pulled the young monk to Mingran and inspected him.

While doing the examination, he watched the rabbit treasure. He thought that this little girl had a very high martial arts film. She beat the little monk hard enough. She usually didn't see that she was so capable. Why was she so powerful just now? Could it be that the martial arts master possessed, the East Evil and the West, and the South Emperor and the North Beggar together?

But Tubao didn't realize it at all. He didn't think she had beaten the little monk at all. There was anything worth sorry for. On the contrary, he felt it was quite reasonable. Who made this little monk meddled with other people's business!

However, for Wang Anran's sake, because Wang Anran had winked at her several times, she asked her to say something nice and comforted Yueran. She had to be very patient and pretended to be kind, and said to Leran: "Does it still hurt?"

Leran was so scared that he was trembling. This little female donor was too violent. He asked himself if it hurts. If he said it didn't hurt, would she beat herself up again? It's very possible. He nodded vigorously, it hurts, so stop peeling me again. Isn't it okay if I obey you?

After the examination, Wang Anran applied the medicine to Leran and said, "There are no internal injuries, they are just skin injuries. I will be fine after a few days of care."

Turning his head, he looked at Zhishan, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that his plan to sell combs to monks was probably delayed. He couldn't point to this shy monk in order to promote lavender essential oil to the women's community in Liangzhou through monks. Even Jinguang Temple is not well-in charge of Zhishan. He looked shy and looked like he was shy. How could he help him sell essential oil to women? It seems that he has to rely on himself!

Wang Anran sighed and said, "Super kindness, it's not me who said you, since you are not good at presiding the temple, why don't you let the wise? How about I preside over you?" He planned to take action himself, so of course he had to get the power first, otherwise it would be difficult to plan.

Zhishan was stunned when he heard this, then he was overjoyed, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Would you like to convert to my Buddha and become a monk in my Jinguang Temple? That's great. I will slaughter you now. I will accept you as a disciple on behalf of my master, you are your senior brother, and I am your junior brother. You will be the host of this temple in the future!"

The monks in the temple ran away, and he was extremely embarrassed to be the host, and he really didn't want to be the host. Although he had just met Wang Anran, he saw that Wang Anran was a very thoughtful person, much better than himself, and he should be able to make the temple prosperous again, so he couldn't wait to shave his head for Wang Anran.

Wang Anran exclaimed and said, "I don't mean that. What kind of family do I have? I'm not referring to this..."

Zhishan hurriedly said, "Then are you referring to the female donor of the bunny? But here we are..." He misunderstood again that he wanted to make the bunny monk, but she is a woman!

Tubao was anxious. She came out to eat sugar-water eggs, not to be a monk, and shouted: "I don't want to be a monk, I don't want to shave my head!"

Seeing that she was anxious, Leran was happy. He interrupted and said, "You can't be a monk. You are a woman, you can only be a nun!"

Tubao then shouted, "I don't even want to be a nun, I want to eat sugar-water eggs!" At this time, I can't forget to eat them.

If the little girl refuses to be a nun, she will not be able to become a god nun in the future, nor will she become the head master. What a great opportunity, she gave up like this.

Wang Anran waved her hand and asked her to shut up first. He said, "I have four strong men under my command..."

"I can shave them all at once!" Zhishan said immediately.

Wang Anran said, "Why do you always want to be ordained? Don't interrupt me. I said that I have four strong men under my command who can promote your temple. I can let at least one hundred female donors come to your temple within three days. Everyone recites Amitabha Buddha a hundred times in front of the Buddha. Everyone asks you for a comb, and everyone leaves money for incense and oil. Do you believe it or do you believe it?"

Zhishan was stunned, confused and helpless, looking at Wang Anran with innocent eyes like a little white rabbit, slowly shook his head and said, "Don't believe it."

"What if I did it?"

"Then I will ordain you, worship you as my senior brother, and let you be the host..."

"Well, okay, what if I can't?"

"I will still ordain you, worship you as your senior brother, and let you be the host..."

Wang Anran smiled and said, "You are really a weirdo! OK, let's make a bet. If I win, then from now on, you only need to recite scriptures and pray for blessings. I mean, I will be the one who makes the decision on the things in the temple. Do you think it's good?"
Chapter completed!