The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

At the beginning, they were indeed idiots. Every time they entered the mountain, people in the village had to go into the mountain to save people. However, over time, these enthusiasts began to learn cleverly, and also mastered some methods of dealing with prey. Gradually they exchanged roles with beasts, poaching some rare animals from time to time.

Earlier, these people hunted just to satisfy themselves, either to eat, or to fur, or to show off.

But until now, some people have developed this kind of thing into an industrial chain and started to kill for trading!

This is a serious violation of the law. However, the mountains are too big. Even if it is a forest ranger, ranger or something, it is impossible to watch the entire mountain. There is always a fish that leaks the net. What's more, these people are well prepared, and often pay a lot of money to ask some villagers who are familiar with the road to lead the way. There are a group of villagers who are not doing their jobs and are dedicated to this!

Song Ergou had also done this at that time, but later he didn't know what he had experienced. This guy couldn't live or die in the mountains, and spent his days in the village. Everyone knows this and asked him why, and he didn't say it.

Poachers hid in the mountains, it was too difficult to find out, which was a trouble for most people.

But for Founder, this is the same thing ...

Liang Zequan looked down at the grass on the ground and traces of broken branches of the tree, sneer: "This animal is thick and fleshy and runs fast."

"Lao Liang, have run away, can you still catch up?" Asked a man with a sun hat and camouflage clothes, stepping on a tree stump with big sunglasses and playing cool.

"Linzi, you saw it, now these wild boars are long like TM armored cars. I'm making a self-made soil gun, hitting a chicken or something, no problem. You really thought it was a blue fire, suddenly Suddenly Gatlin? Don't watch him bleed a lot of blood, that is, the epidermal wound. To get it, you have to find a way to hold him back and get a shot. "Lao Liang gave Lin Zi a glance.

Lin Zi laughed and laughed: "Lao Liang, I didn't expect you to become funny. I just said casually, you also know that although the price of wild pork is not as good as before, but it can also sell a lot of money. Of course, if I can get two dragons, hey ... "

Speaking of this, Lin Zi swallowed subconsciously.

"In recent years, Feilong has been getting less and less. If you can get one, you will make a lot of money." Lao Liang's eyes were also shining, but then she shook her head and said, "But you need to make Feilong. It ’s a bit difficult. There are still plays in it. Let ’s go. There is still a lot of time today. Take your time, do n’t worry. ”

Lin Zi nodded and said, "Okay, you are an expert, go with you. Brothers, go!"

"Come here." The other two men and one woman got up from the ground and followed.

At the same time, in the mountain forest, a big wild boar lay alertly under the tree and licked the wound.

Just then, a footstep came from a distance, and the wild boar stood up, staring in that direction with red eyes. The bushes were separated, and the wild boar didn't even see it clearly, and slammed into it!

At this moment, a Buddhist horn sounded: "Amitabha, you wild boar, don't know why, the poor monk is here to help you."

However, the wild boar rushed over, couldn't stop the car, and patted it in front of a familiar palm. Then, the wild boar rushed out from the oblique stab, rolled on the ground, and hit an old tree before stopping . The wild boar shook the pig's head, looked up, and saw a monk in white standing in the woods and seeing Fang Zheng, there was a hint of confusion in the wild boar's eyes. This bald head was a little familiar ...

Fang Zheng looked at the confused little eyes of the wild boar, shook his head helplessly, and said, "The pig's memory is really bad, no wonder it has never been on the table."

"Jingxin," Fang Zheng whispered, and then the boar saw a little fart wearing a red bellyband coming out from behind Fang Zheng. The boar's pupil narrowed immediately, and the muscles in the whole body were tightened, and the hair was almost erected!

Wild boars do not remember well, because they are too lazy to remember things they don't care about! But there are things they will remember, such as those that represent danger, such as the wild boar killer in front of them, the invincible little ancestor!

The wild boars around the entire Tongtian Mountains have been taken care of by Founder and the red children, especially the red children. The terrifying atmosphere and the flames released scared the pigs! How could he not remember?

So the boar snarled, turned, and ran away! Can't afford it, just run! In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the bushes.

Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly, patted the red baby's head, and the red baby grinned and rushed out in one step ...

"Woohoo ..." After a while, the red baby came back, holding a pig's tail in one hand and a pig's hoof in the other, dragging a big wild boar of several hundred pounds along the way. The wild boar is like a little daughter-in-law who is about to be fucked. The wolf crying ghostly kicks his legs, and the tears are almost flowing into the water of the West Lake ... There are still two big bales on the forehead. I want to know with my feet. Come here.

"Master, get it back. This guy isn't very honest." The red baby threw wild boars on the ground and patted the little hands.

This boar is also clever, knowing that he can't run away, he just doesn't run, lying on the ground trembling, old man with a rumpled buttock, he remembers that last time he was lying down like this and survived from this little devil. I still lie on my stomach this time, it should be fine ...

Fang Zheng looked at the boar in that posture and was speechless. He walked over and patted the boar's head and said, "Amitabha, get up."

The wild boar thief looked at the red baby, he was more afraid of the hairy one than the hairless one in front of him ...

The red baby slaps him directly and says, "This is my master!"

The boar asked poorly, "What is Master?"

The red child looked up at the sky and said, "Master, I need a pig-knife."

The wild boar shivered. It doesn't matter if you know what Master is. You know this bald head is even better! Mostly this bald head is the king of this little devil! There is a king of pigs in the wild boar group, this should be the bald king. So the boar obediently looked at the Founder: "Well, what are you doing?"

"Let the poor monk look at your wound." Founder.

The wild boar looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, but his small lives were on the other side, so he had to come over, and turned to his side. The thick skin was red with some mud on it.

After the Founder checked it, it was confirmed that the wild boar was just an epidermal injury and nothing was wrong. It was also confirmed that this was a wound caused by self-made flames.

"Homemade fire salamander, this is no ordinary poaching," Fang Zheng whispered.

"Master, what are you talking about?" Red Baby asked curiously.