Chapter 14 Rainstorm

It seems that bullying the weak and fearing the hard is a world tradition. In this cannibalising society, if you don't want to be angry, you must learn to be angry with others.

A truth summed up by Zhang Bowen, a dog who has been living alone for several months.

It's different from calling a group of people to bully the weak at ordinary times. From being beaten to a draw to now, this young man is simply a process of experience and evolution. This mentality has basically touched the threshold of Pan Hongsheng's realm.

Several gangsters were bombarded away. Zhang Bowen was undoubtedly the biggest hero. A large group of people surrounded him in the middle and praised him endlessly, and Zhang Bowen was also a little fluttering and quickly said something small.

Everyone continues to go up the mountain. In addition to Zhengguo Temple, there are many temples in Yingshan. Of course, people will clean it every day in the morning and evening, but the incense box is not displayed. It's just a visit.

A large group of people looked at many temples, and when they walked to the Mingwang Temple, the sky outside suddenly became dark, and a gust of fishy wind roared in from the door. In a blink of an eye, it was like a dark sky, and most of the light was covered by dark clouds.

"Kerala!" A huge flash of lightning flashed, followed by the deafening thunder and the dense rain the size of copper money, and it rained heavily!

"Fuck, there is no rain today. The weather forecast is more telling lies than his mother!" Zhang Bowen cursed loudly and quickly asked the screaming girl to calm down.

In fact, everyone present except Pan Hongsheng has a creepy feeling. Behind them is the unmoving king with eight arms. There are several futons on the ground, which are already a little worn out. The candles on the incense table have long been blown out in a gust of wind, and instead, many runes are hunting in the wind. The sound of hunting scared many girls to turn pale.

"Pan Hongsheng, think of a way quickly!" Su Ya Su Xue and Tang Jiajia hugged each other and hid behind Pan Hongsheng and were not with a large group of girls.

On the one hand, after so many things, their endurance is obviously better than those girls. They know that it is useless to scream, but it creates a horrible atmosphere. On the other hand, many girls will be entertained by salted pig hands, which may be buttocks or chests.

"What can I do? It's normal for thunder and rain." Pan Hongsheng looked at the three women with a surprised face. The current scene is a little subordinate, but the weather in July is already changeable, and it is in the mountains. It is normal for a sudden rainstorm.

"Ah, help!" Su Xue wanted to say something more, but suddenly she heard a girl's exclamation in her ear, and it turned out to be a boy who suddenly touched her buttocks.

"Ah, help, help!" The boys present understood at once. They shouted for help and rushed to the girls one by one, while a group of girls screamed and dodged. If they couldn't avoid it, they scratched their nails.

Everyone, including Zhang Bowen, has a lot of fun.

After such a disturbance, everyone's fear was obviously diluted a lot. Everyone was playing. After all, none of them took it too seriously. Some girls even grabbed the futon on the ground and smashed it on the boy's head, making a face dirty as Li Kui in an instant.

Su Ya Su Xue and Tang Jiajia were not spared. Of course, their treatment is the same as those girls with boyfriends. They are all mutual brains between girls, and no boys go up.

After all, we are all classmates, and we still know the importance.

There was a series of heavy rain outside, and in the Mingwang Temple, a group of people had already made a mess. Pan Hongsheng sat on one of the arms of the Ming king and looked down and laughed.

This is childhood, that is, memories, and this is the youth we walked together.

Looking into the distance, Pan Hongsheng suddenly saw a gray figure in the rain curtain slowly walking in his direction, jumped down from the statue, and hurried to the door.

The figure was getting closer and closer. Pan Hongsheng looked closer and found that it was the monk he had seen in the pavilion before.

"No loud noise in the temple!" The monk said to Pan Hongsheng and others with an angry face, and the water fell down all over his body. Obviously, he was a drowned chicken and showed a majestic expression.

Many people can't help laughing. Of course, most people are trying to put up with it.

It seemed that he realized that his image was not good. The old monk touched his bald head and smiled. He looked at Pan Hongsheng inexplicably, nodded to him, and then left again.

As soon as he turned around, many people couldn't help laughing, while the old monk quickly turned around, put his finger on his lips, made a promotion gesture, and left slowly.

"Grow good causes and bear good results." A sound floated into Pan Hongsheng's ears, which made him a little stunned, and then his face was a little solemn.

chuan yin, he didn't expect that there would be a master in the late stage of gas refining in a small temple.

"Brother Pan, that old man is really interesting." Zhang Bowen laughed and said that he was the happiest in the crowd just now. Now he is like picking up garbage. Although he is patting the soil on his body, it doesn't help.

"The interesting thing is yet to come." Pan Hongsheng narrowed his eyes and intuitively told him that the old monk would definitely come again, and next time, I'm afraid he would come to test himself.

"What's the matter?" Listening to Pan Hongsheng's wrong tone, Zhang Bowen was stunned and asked quickly.

"It's okay. The old monk just now is a master. I'm afraid I'm not even an opponent. Let's restrain a little. This is also a monk who accumulates virtue and does good deeds. I'm afraid that others will inevitably have some disputes." Pan Hongsheng said solemnly.

For good reasons, the old monk is dressed in rootless water with decay. It seems funny, but in fact he is showing goodwill to Pan Hongsheng, otherwise he can't be rained by his strength.

With good results, Pan Hongsheng understood that the old monk's intention was naturally impossible to make trouble again.

Hearing Pan Hongsheng's words, Zhang Bowen quickly gathered many people together to sort out the Mingwang Temple a little, and then let everyone pat the soil on his body and quietly look at the continuous rainstorm.

Raindrops the size of copper money fell from the sky, and dense drops splashed ripples on the ground, endlessly. In the distance, because of layers of dense fog, the outside was shrouded in confusion, but a ray of sunlight not far away still tilted down, making everyone have a trace of hope in their hearts.

Everyone sat around and talked about the interesting things about high school, and time was slowly passing by. They knew that the heavy rain completely stopped after five o'clock in the evening. A group of people followed Zhang Bowen to the pre-booked hotel, regardless of the image of men and women.

"Bo Wen, ask everyone's opinions. If it doesn't work, I'll go back tomorrow. Let's stay here for one night. It's too slippery when it rains." At the dinner table, Pan Hongsheng whispered to Zhang Bowen.

"Well, that's what I mean. It's better to stay in all-round way, otherwise it's really uneasy to divide into two parts." After changing the carelessness before, Zhang Bowen only seemed to be thoughtful and meticulous in front of Pan Hongsheng.