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Chapter 119

"Ladies and gentlemen, in order to prove that you are destined to be a Buddha."

"So, we also deliberately added a program with exam questions."

"Next, I'll send you the exam questions, and as long as you get it right, you can enter the hall."

After the little monk threw Ning Fei's steel hammer into the merit box, he walked quickly to everyone, and Lang Lang spoke.

The so-called exam question is a card with some simple questions written on it.

For example, the first fat man wearing a gold chain got the test question: Of the seven birds in the tree, three were killed by the hunters, how many are left?

"It's not too simple."

"Three were killed, and of course there are four left!"

The fat man didn't think about it, and replied directly.

After finishing speaking, he was still excited: "It seems that I am the son of destiny of Buddhism, haha."

However, the old face of the little monk in front of him twitched.

Nima.

Such a simple question, even if you answer it wrong, the key is that you are complacent here?

Of the seven birds in the tree, three were killed by the hunters, and the remaining four birds thought they were like you, and they would stand stupidly on the tree, waiting for the whole army to be wiped out?

"Congratulations to the donor, the answer is correct."

"Next."

The little monk glanced at the fat man and said with a clear conscience.

No way, this so-called exam question is just for the entertainment of the big guys.

You can't just let the other party in because you answered wrong, right?

If that's the case, will people come to their Qinghe Temple to donate incense in the future?

"What is 1+2x3?"

"I said, little master, can we make the question a little difficult?"

"Elementary school students know that the answer is 9, and they still test me, what's the matter, my IQ is not as good as that of primary school students?"

The second middle-aged man stepped forward, looked at the exam questions on the paper, and replied directly.

And after finishing speaking, he asked the little monk with an unhappy face.

Hearing this, the little monk was about to vomit blood.

it!

The people who came to donate incense today are probably a group of sand sculptures, right?

1+2x3 This kind of problem, even primary school students know to calculate multiplication first, and then add and subtract, you are good, directly from the beginning to the end.

When we were done, could we ask if our questions could be a little difficult?

"Amitabha, good, good."

"My Buddha only accepts people who are destined, and whether the exam questions are simple or not is not the point."

"The donor can go in now."

The little monk folded his hands and explained seriously.

"Stinky tablemate, cousin, how do I feel that these monks deliberately made such a simple question?"

Ling Mengyao, who was standing in the back, asked innocently.

"It's not like, it's for sure."

"If the question is too difficult, the other party can't answer it."

"Once it is out of trouble, who will come over to donate incense in the future?"

Ning Fei shook his head and sighed.

......

Ten minutes later, it was finally Ning Fei's turn for the three of them.

The corner of the little monk's eyes glanced at Ning Fei, and in the depths of his eyes, he couldn't help but sneer.

Let your Dogecoin just donate just one steel hammer.

Today, whatever you say, the poor monks have to stop you outside!

Thinking of this, the little monk didn't talk nonsense, and directly handed the bottom card to Ning Fei.

"Huh? Write a poem on the spot?

"Wait, aren't you trying to embarrass people?"

"Why are their questions so simple, and when they come to us, they become writing poems?"

After Ling Mengyao saw the card in Ning Fei's hand, she questioned the little monk a little unconvinced.

"Amitabha, this female benefactor, the Buddha Gate is pure, and noise is prohibited."

"Regarding the exam questions, there are easy and difficult ones, and all of them are randomly selected."

"Please hurry up, within three minutes, you must answer the exam questions, otherwise, you will not be my Buddha."

The little monk replied to Ling Mengyao with an expressionless face.

Looking at Ling Mengyao's puffing little face, Ning Fei's eyes rolled twice, and then, a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Little Master, I'll answer this question right away."

After speaking, Ning Fei didn't talk nonsense, directly picked up the brush next to him, and wrote on the rice paper.

"You are as unattainable as the stars of the night."

"Yes, I don't dare to ask you to have me in your heart."

"Tears from the striped board slipped down my eyes."

"The dog sat quietly when he saw me."

Ling Mengyao, who was behind her, slowly read towards the rice paper.

After reading it, Ling Mengyao's beautiful eyes lit up.

Excitedly: "yes, why didn't I think of modern poetry."

"Modern poetry is poetry anyway!"

Xia Wan'er, who was standing next to her, looked at her cousin's excited appearance, and a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes.

I always feel that something is not quite right with Ning Fei's poem.

Even if it's a modern poem, it doesn't make sense to read.

"Wait..."

"This... Is this a hidden-head poem? Suddenly

, Xia Wan'er reacted suddenly and exclaimed.

"Nonsense, what kind of poems don't hide poems."

"This poem was specially written by me and given to the little master in front of me!"

Ning Fei turned his head and scolded Xia Wan'er.

Seeing her stinky husband teaching her cousin such a serious lesson, Ling Mengyao's eyes showed a trace of doubt.

His gaze fell on the rice paper again.

I didn't forget to read it out loud: "You... Be...... Strip...... Dog? "

Wait, stinky tablemate, you just said that this Tibetan poem was specially given to the little master in front of you?"

"So... Isn't it scolding the little master for being a dog?

After Ling Mengyao finished speaking, she was full of excitement and reacted instantly.

The little hands that were as white as jade covered their mouths stiffly.

He said, "What... Little master, you didn't hear anything just now, you didn't see anything..."

Facing Ling Mengyao covering her ears and stealing the bell like this, deceiving herself, the little monk was so angry that his cheeks turned a little red.

Bastard!

Lao Tzu asked you to write a poem, why did you take advantage of the loophole and not say it, and still turn around to scold Lao Tzu?

No, today's field must be recovered!