When Zhang Yang arrived at the foot of Huanglong Mountain, it was already more than nine o'clock, and he saw that the huge field was full of dense luxury cars.

Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi are the norm, as well as more upscale Porsche, Maserati, Bentley...

Almost none of them are below the million level, all kinds of luxury cars, with license plates from various cities in Jingnan, and many from other places, all with serial license plates that can scare people to death.

"A small temple fair, how can there be such a big pomp?" Zhang Yang looked around and couldn't help but sigh with a smile.

This battle, compared to the previous Tiansheng cocktail party, is more high-end.

At this point in time, the pilgrims who are going to attend the temple fair have already arrived at the Huanglong Temple, but there are also some pilgrims who come late or have inconvenient legs, and they are still climbing on the vast steps.

Zhang Yang walked on the road, and happened to meet a pair of grandparents and grandchildren supporting each other to go up, the old man was about seventy or eighty years old, full of wrinkles, and his health was not good, and he had to stop and take a breath almost every two steps.

The little girl next to her looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, the granddaughter of the old man, and she had been holding the old man's arm and walking slowly with him.

Suddenly, the old man slipped on one foot, and the whole person fell down.

"Grandpa!" the little girl was at a loss.

At this moment, Zhang Yang in the rear stretched out his hand to help the old man stabilize his body.

The little girl jumped down the steps, helped her grandfather up, and said gratefully, "Thank you, big brother." ”

"It doesn't matter. Zhang Yang smiled.

Seeing that the Huanglong Temple was not far away, Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, so he followed the grandfather and grandson and walked slowly, and he could still take care of one or two on the road.

Through conversation, Zhang Yang gradually learned that the pair of grandfathers and grandsons were from the countryside, and they would walk more than ten kilometers every year to participate in the temple fair of Huanglong Temple, pray to the Buddha for blessings, and pray for wealth and peace.

Not only the grandfather and grandson, but also a lot of pilgrims can be seen on the road, most of them seem to be poor people, they all come from all over the world, it is very inconvenient, so they arrived at this time.

"Things are man-made, wealth and peace can be fought for by yourself, so why pin your hopes on ethereal things?"

Zhang Yang shook his head slightly.

Just as he was thinking, there were several monks standing on the steps in front of him, as if they were blocking the way, and there were more than a dozen pilgrims staying nearby, and they were not allowed to go any further.

"Donors, please come back, the time to pray for blessings has arrived, and the temple will be closed to the outside world immediately. A monk folded his hands together and said with a blank expression.

"Huh?" the old man heard this, and his already old face became a little more miserable.

I saw him take his granddaughter's hand, staggered to the monk, and pleaded in a low voice: "Master, my granddaughter and I have come to pray every year, this is the ninth year, you are good, let us go in and worship." ”

"Please... My grandfather had already walked for half the night to get here...", the little girl also took the corner of the monk's coat and begged with her eyes watered.

The monk looked at the grandfather and grandson condescendingly, still expressionless, and gently tore open the corner of the clothes that was pulled by the little girl, and said:

"Donor, please come back. ”

The old man could only sigh, not knowing what to do.

Soon, more pilgrims had gathered here, all of whom had come from afar, but were stopped by the monks and were reluctant to leave for a while, so they all stayed here.

At this moment, an elderly monk walked quickly from the direction of Huanglong Temple, who looked to be about forty or fifty years old, and his appearance was very good.

The young monk who had been blocking the way hurriedly walked over and discussed something with the older monk.

After a while, the elder monk walked up to the pilgrims, folded his hands, and said:

"Amitabha, the benefactors have come from afar, and the poor monks understand it very well, but this rule has been established since ancient times, and the poor monks can't do anything. ”

He paused, and then said: "Asking God to worship the Buddha pays attention to a sincerity, you can not enter the temple, and it is the same to meet the Buddha outside this mountain gate." ”

As soon as he said this, the pilgrims knelt down on the spot, and even the old man knelt down to the steps tremblingly with the support of his granddaughter.

The staircase was made of stone slabs, and the surface was so rough that everyone knelt on it, and no one said a word even though it was painful.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh and strode forward.

"Huh. ”

Looking at these pilgrims, all the monks smiled in unison.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in their field of vision, vaguely seeing a young man. He did not bow down as if he were with others, but strode forward, walking boldly and freely, and it did not look like he had come to pray for blessings at all.

"Donor, please stay. The elder monk stopped in front of him and said with a smile, "You don't have to enter the temple to worship the Buddha, it's the same to worship here, the Buddha's magic power is boundless, and he will understand your sincerity."

"Worship Buddha?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

"Why, isn't the donor here to worship the Buddha?" the older monk's face was already a little gloomy.

Some of the other monks and pilgrims were all looking at Zhang Yang, and even the little girl raised her eyes to look at him with a puzzled expression.

I saw Zhang Yang's eyes like a torch, and he said lightly:

"What is there to worship the Buddha?"

As soon as he said this, the elder monk frowned, and before he could speak, he heard Zhang Yang continue:

"The Buddha is not greedy, why should he be worshiped by the world?"

"If the Buddha is not evil, why should the world not be disrespectful?"

"The people of the world pay their respects, offer incense, and pray for the relief of disasters. The Buddha said: The world is difficult, and the will of heaven cannot be violated. ”

"What's the use of worshipping him?"

Zhang Yang's eyes were like torches, exuding boundless majesty.

Like a god.

As soon as he said this, almost everyone's faces changed, the monks all looked at Zhang Yang with angry eyes, and the pilgrims all looked at the madman with expressions.

Blaspheming the Buddha in public is really a great rebellion!

I saw that the elderly monk suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Since the donor does not believe in Buddhism, then please go down the mountain." ”

"I can't go down. Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "I'm here to do something, and when it's done, I will naturally leave." ”

After speaking, he strode up the steps, ignoring the dissuasion of the monks.

"Donor, please come back!" the young monk who had spoken earlier stopped him and said with a solemn expression.

"If the donor insists on this, then the little monk will be offended"

Before the words fell, Zhang Yang waved his hand slightly, and the monk fell backwards suddenly, barely stabilizing his body with the support of other monks.

"Stop this guy!"

Suddenly, seven or eight monks present rushed over at the same time, surrounding Zhang Yang from all directions.

'Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang'

'Knock, knock, knock, knock'

Almost in half a second, all eight monks fell to the ground.

"Get out of the way, I don't want to hurt anyone. Zhang Yang said expressionlessly.

As he spoke, he stepped over the body of a monk and strode up.

At this time, a heavy voice came from the side:

"Don't be too presumptuous!"

Zhang Yang turned his head and saw the elderly monk standing there, one hand folded, and a momentum emanating from his body, not angry and arrogant.

"Internal strength Xiaocheng?" Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.

The monk in front of him turned out to be an internal strength martial artist, but his skills were too shallow, so he didn't care about it at all.

I saw Zhang Yang turn his head and continue to walk up.

Seeing this, the elder monk couldn't help but be angry, raised his arm and clenched his fist, shouted violently, and attacked with a punch.

His punch seems ordinary, but with his qi and thunder, it is the authentic Shaolin Luohan boxing. Legend has it that the predecessor of Luohan Boxing was the eighteen Arhat hands created by the Bodhidharma Patriarch, which was originally intended to strengthen the monks' health, and later evolved into the current Shaolin Luohan Boxing after successive improvements.

This monk has been a monk in Huanglong Temple since childhood, so far more than 40 years, has obtained the essence of Shaolin Luohan boxing, if he is not in Buddhism, do not know the world, at least in Jingnan to break into a fame.

'This person blasphemed the Buddha and hurt my people, and he deserves this punch.' The monk thought to himself.

Zhang Yang turned his back to the monk, as if he didn't notice the edge of this punch, and it wasn't until the fist was close to his back that Zhang Yang turned around slowly.

Next, lift your palm slightly.

'Smack'

This Luohan punch hit Zhang Yang's palm, making a dumb sound. The monk only felt that his arm was numb from the shock, and looked at Zhang Yang with an incredulous expression.

You must know that his punch used real power, and even if he turned his head, he could be broken, how could it be ineffective for a young man?

Zhang Yang's face was expressionless, and as soon as he gently sent it forward, he saw the monk trembling and retreating sharply, retreating more than a dozen steps in a row, standing on the edge of the steps without danger.

When he came back to his senses and looked up, there was only a distant back in front of him.

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