"Amitabha...... I said, donor, you're a little too snobbish!" Wankong said, "Didn't you just eat one of your roast ducks?

"Give money! It is natural to repay debts, and you must pay money to eat my roast duck. The middle-aged fat man stretched out his hand and said.

The posture is: if you don't give money, there is no room for negotiation in this matter.

Otherwise, you will go and wash my dishes for a month to pay off your debts.

"You...... You, I said you, the benefactor, hey! Amitabha. "Wankong is very helpless.

"Hurry up and give money!" The middle-aged fat man still asked for money.

"No money!" In the end, Wan Kong was so suffocated that he had no choice but to admit it.

"Haha, you fake monk, you don't have the money to come to me to eat roast duck. When the middle-aged fat man heard this, he immediately became angry, "Let's go! ”

As he spoke, he pulled Wankong and trampled inside.

It is said that this is a thousand Buddha Town, and there are many people who believe in Buddhism here, and it stands to reason that these tourists pay these tens of hundreds of dollars for Wankong, there should still be it!

However, no one in the crowd of onlookers stood up to pay for Wankong, and even if they didn't pay for Wankong, some people came out and said two good words: Forget it! It's not tens of thousands, but still no one came forward. This made Zhu Bufan wonder for a while.

After a while, someone in the crowd of onlookers answered Zhu Bufan's wonder.

"This Wankong monk is really true for a day, he doesn't even cultivate his mouth when he cultivates, don't say it, he may really be a fake monk!"

"Yes, this Wankong is a monk who came out to cheat and cheat, you don't know, there are already many people who have paid for him, but he still doesn't change. ”

"Yes, I paid the bill for this monk the last time I came here, but I didn't expect him to be like this, hey!"

"What a scum of the Buddhist family!"

…………

Zhu Bufan listened to these talkative words, and immediately knew that the feeling of Wankong had not done such a thing here many times.

Did he lie to me too?

Zhu Bufan secretly thought in his heart, so he didn't stand up and speak for a long time.

Long Na also looked at this meat-eating monk with a curious face.

"Wait, boss, his money, I paid for him. In the end, Zhu Bufan still chose to believe in this Wankong monk, since he could find himself and then tell his secret, it means that he must know something.

Even if he didn't find the magic needle in the end, he wouldn't have much loss, because it was just a few dozen or hundreds of pieces.

"Let it go...... Don't you hear someone say help me pay?" Wankong said to the middle-aged fat man, tugging at his hand.

Zhu Bufan walked in front of the two of them.

"Boss, how much?"

“78……”

Zhu Bufan took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the middle-aged fat man:

"No need to look for it, boss. ”

"Ahh

After the middle-aged fat man received the money, he didn't pay attention to the monk Wankong, but went directly back to his roast duck restaurant, and the crowd of onlookers around him also dispersed, but when they dispersed, some people sighed and said: "Another person was deceived by the monk Wankong!"

"Amitabha, good, good, Master Zhu, I said we would meet again!" Wankong said to Zhu Bufan with his hands folded.

"Don't talk nonsense, Wankong, take me to your Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, otherwise you will have to pay me the 78 yuan. Zhu Bufan didn't talk nonsense with him, and said directly.

"Amitabha, why is it that all the world is full of small people? After hearing Zhu Bufan's words, Monk Wankong sighed.

When Zhu Bufan heard what Wankong said, he really wanted to kick his ass.

Long Na looked at this fake monk with amusement on the side.

"Hurry up, or give money!" Zhu Bufan said.

"Hey, I don't go to hell, who is like hell? Good, good!" Wankong was helpless again.

"Damn!" Zhu Bufan finally couldn't help but be rude.

Wankong walked forward directly.

Zhu Bufan and Long Na followed.

The three of them walked around the streets of Thousand Buddha Town to an alley, and then through the alley they entered a field, and through the field they came to a hillside......

After following Monk Wankong, it took about two and a half hours to walk until he finally came to a temple with tattered mud walls.

The reason why it is called a temple is because there is a rusty iron flat here, and there is a word 'temple' on this iron flat that can be seen a little more clearly.

"Okay, Master Zhu, I've already brought you to your destination, what about you, just give a hundred yuan for the running fee!" said the Wankong monk.

Zhu Bufan did not hesitate, and directly took out five red bills from his pocket and threw them to Wankong.

The reason why Zhu Bufan would give Wankong the road fee was because Zhu Bufan really felt the existence of the divine needle, but the fluctuation was very weak, and he didn't want to be like that time in the Iron Coffin Mountain, as if he was suppressed by something.

Wankong took the money and smiled mysteriously. Then he left.

"Master Zhu, we have a fate, we will meet again!hahaha......" I don't know how long it took, Wankong's voice floated in Zhu Bufan's ears.

And at this time, Long Na, who came with her, shouted:

"Zhu Bufan, the monk disappeared just now. ”

All of a sudden, Zhu Bufan became incredible.

What the hell is going on? Who is this empty space?

After thinking about it, I still can't think of a reason. Zhu Bufan decided not to think about it for now. Since you feel the existence of the Divine Needle here, you must get it!

However, Zhu Bufan walked around the abandoned temple in the end, and the resonance caused by the divine needle in his mind was still the same as at the beginning, the fluctuation was very weak, and he could not determine the direction.

It means that every corner of the entire dilapidated temple will cause the faint fluctuation of the divine needle in Zhu Bufan's mind, which makes Zhu Bufan have no idea where to start, and he doesn't know where to start.

And just when Zhu Bufan was depressed and speechless and didn't know what to do, a sense of crisis swept from the back of Zhu Bufan's head.

As soon as Zhu Bufan turned around, he saw a fist slamming towards his head.

"I'm rubbing! This can't be a killer!"

Long Na was also shocked when she saw someone attacking Zhu Bufan.

Zhu Bufan can't be allowed to think about it, because this fist is about to hit his head.

Zhu Bufan hurriedly fell backwards and directly avoided this punch.

At the same time, Zhu Bufan also saw clearly who was coming?

It was one of the bodyguards of Manager Zhou who gambled with Wen Yang that day. What Zhu Bufan didn't expect was that this Manager Zhou was actually there, and he chose to do it when he came to such a place.

(End of chapter)