Nai Peng is strong, and Ye Fan is even stronger.

Yuna was about to take Nai Peng away, but Ye Fan didn't stop and knocked Nai Peng over with a slap.

The scene was silent, and He Zhifang, who looked confused, was even more confused: "This ......"

Wanna's face changed, a little incredulous, and the old men accompanying her also showed surprised looks.

Nai Peng's face turned cold, and he jumped up: "Come again!" I'm not ready, it's easy to beat you! ”

He wasn't hurt because Ye Fan just taught him a lesson. At this moment, he refused to be convinced, and wanted to duel with Ye Fan.

Yuna scolded: "Enough, Nai Peng, it's important." ”

Yuna took a deep look at Ye Fan, ordered Nai Peng to get into the car, and the group of people left.

The guests looked at Ye Fan in surprise and amazement, and whispered.

The three brothers of Shi Cheng glanced at each other, their attitude towards Ye Fan changed greatly, and they wanted to invite him to dinner.

Ye Fan waved his hand: "There is a vision in Famen Temple, let's go quickly." ”

"Big brother, you also went to Famen Temple? Where are you a lay disciple? ”

"Jiangnan's."

The three of them traveled together and took a bus to Famen Temple.

Famen Temple is in Famen Town, not far from Fufeng City, and the bus is bumpy for twenty minutes.

Along the way, Ye Fan has been carefully feeling the Dharma in the air.

It's the authentic and pure Dharma, and it's intoxicating.

"All dharmas wither, and Dharma is no exception. The inheritance of the six spiritual powers of Buddhism has also lost a lot of its essence to this day. And the golden light just now contains the purest Dharma. ”

"Is it really the relics of Shakyamuni?"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, and when he arrived at Famen Temple, he hurriedly followed the three brothers of Shiran to get out of the car.

In front of it is Famen Temple, and at a glance you can't see the edge, just like a luxurious palace.

Famen Temple is known as the magnificent 32 courtyards, which was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty and is more than 1,700 years ago. In the Tang Dynasty for more than 200 years, there were eight emperors such as Gaozong, Wuhou and Zhongzong, who welcomed and sent six offerings to the Buddha's finger relics, which shows the status of Famen Temple.

Ye Fan took a cursory look but was disappointed.

Because the smell of copper was so strong, a banner reading "Welcome Miss Wanna" was even put up on the trees outside the temple, which was very inconsistent.

And the nearby open space is full of luxury cars. This Buddhist forum is not so much a gathering of Buddhist disciples as a business place for merchants.

"Brother Fan, don't look at it, come on, we'll take you in, and we'll sweep the floor later."

Relieved urged Ye Fan and led him into the back door. There are monks guarding here, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. However, the three brothers were acquaintances, and they successfully took Ye Fan in.

Ye Fan walked around inside, his eyes locked on the west side.

It is the place where the Dharma is most intense, and from a distance, you can see a pagoda behind the pavilion.

The pagoda is magnificent, full of vicissitudes of life, with a very heavy sense of the times.

Ye Fan's divine sense probed, his eyes were wide open, and he could see the top floor of the pagoda shining with golden light.

"Is that the finger bone relics of Shakyamuni Buddha? Compared to this kind of Buddhism, the supernatural powers of Tantra are simply ridiculous. ”

Ye Fan's heart shook, and he didn't care about the relief of the three of them, he slipped away in a flash, and went straight to the Holy Mound Pagoda.

Before they got closer, their ears were filled with noise.

The front of the shrine was already crowded with people.

Except for some Buddhists, the rest were ordinary people who were businessmen who sponsored the Buddhist forum.

Ye Fan walked over and saw that in front of the crowd, a mellow old monk was wearing a robe and was talking boastfully.

"Have you seen the Buddha's light? The holy mound is shining, this is a rare vision in a hundred years, everyone please worship. ”

This old monk is estimated to be the host, urging everyone to visit the Buddha.

A group of businessmen hurriedly bent down to worship, hoping to touch the Buddha's light.

However, there are also people who don't worship, and Wanna's group is among them, and there is another group of Southeast Asian people next to them.

Ye Fan looked over and found that they were all barefoot, their feet were as thick as mud, and their clothes were also very sloppy, almost like beggars.

Judging by their skin color and appearance, they are probably Indians, and I don't know which sect they belong to.

"I want to go up and see the relics, to make sure if it's the phalanx bones of Shakyamuni Buddha."

At this moment, an Indian spoke, like a black man, with his chest exposed, his trousers were short, and he looked like he was deficient in kidneys.

Ye Fan does not discriminate against these people, but these people feel very uncomfortable, not only in appearance but also in breath.

"Master Jima, the holy mound is considerable, you can't go in." The old monk responded to the Indians with a bit of a sneer.

The chicken hemp master glanced at the old monk and took out a check directly from his arms: "60 million, sponsor you to repair the Famen Temple." Shakyamuni is Indian, and we sexuality have the right to see it. ”

Master Ji Ma made a generous move, and even many businessmen were shocked, after all, 60 million is not a small amount.

The old monk was obviously moved, but with so many people watching, he couldn't help but be entangled.

was entangled, and Yuna also spoke: "Host Kongwen, the Siamese Songticha family, on behalf of the Siamese royal family, is willing to provide 100 million sponsorship fees for Famen Temple and request to enter the holy tomb." ”

Both groups of Southeast Asians demanded access to the tomb.

The bunch of Buddhist disciples present looked at each other, their faces loosened, which showed that they did not resist.

However, at this time, the Fufeng boy actually came out to object: "This matter is not proper, the holy mound belongs to Han Buddhism, and Southern Buddhism and Hinduism are not allowed to enter." ”

He Zhifang actually opened his mouth to stop it.

Don't talk about the merchants, even Ye Fan was stunned.

He looked at He Zhifang with admiration and moved his gaze to him.

He Zhifang said in an orderly manner: "The relics have not been disturbed for thousands of years, and even our believers in Han Buddhism dare not disturb them, how can we make an exception today?" ”

He Zhifang glanced at everyone, and then looked at Wanna: "Miss Wanna, please forgive me." ”

Yuna was also surprised, and then smiled at He Zhifang: "Fufeng Gongzi, you are not a disciple of Han Buddhism, just a businessman, you can't control this matter." ”

He Zhifang frowned and looked at the monks present: "Masters, what do you think?" ”

A group of masters didn't speak, and the host scratched his head and said, "Anyway, it's just to see, it shouldn't be in the way......"

"It's long overdue, your Han Buddhism is not qualified to have Shakyamuni Buddha's finger bone relics."

Master Jima sneered, and walked towards the holy mound with a swarm of sexually powerful Indians, and Wana didn't say much, and took Nai Peng and more than a dozen old men inside, ignoring others.

He Zhifang was anxious and said loudly: "This is the holy tomb of the Buddha, why are you like this?" This is a holy place! ”

He Zhifang asked the monks to stop him, but the monks laughed and ignored him.

The host of Kongwen coughed and whispered twice: "Fufeng Gongzi, Han Buddhism has long been ignored here, do you see the annual Buddhist forum, are there any masters coming?" It's all up to us. Not long ago, how many eminent monks appeared at the Menglan Bon Festival, and I invited them all, but did anyone come? ”

"The relics are only left with the Buddha's light, and there is no Buddha-nature at all, otherwise they would have been snatched away a long time ago, so they can see it if they want to."

The host sighed lonely, embarrassed and hiding his greed for money.

A group of merchants immediately coaxed and went to pay homage to the relics in person.

"We sponsor Famen Temple every year, and we never see relics, but now we see Thais and Indians, what's the matter?"

A large crowd of people are making a lot of noise and going to enter the holy tomb, where is there a sense of respect.

He Zhifang was in a hurry, and directly exploded: "Damn, are you sick?" This is the holy tomb of the Central Plains, and I don't respect my own people? ”

He Zhifang's foul speech made the Indians and Thais in front of them stop, and they became angry one by one.

Nai Peng walked back directly: "Boy, it's good for you to be a playboy, what are you yelling about?" Where is your turn to speak? ”

An Indian from the Sexual Power faction also walked back, pointed at He Zhifang and scolded: "You, get out, I will slaughter you if you quarrel again!" ”

When a group of businessmen saw this, they all laughed dryly and invited the Indians and Thais to pay their respects first.

He Zhifang's face turned the color of pig liver, and he didn't dare to scold.

And Wana and they are already about to enter the holy tomb.

Ye Fan looked at the top tower of the holy mound for a long time, and then retracted his gaze and spoke: "Whoever offends the holy land of Han Buddhism, I will kill whom." ”

His words were fluttering, but they all looked back one by one.

The businessman and the monk also looked at Ye Fan, all in a daze, who is this?

When Nai Peng saw Ye Fan, he sneered and took two steps: "Miss, the most annoying thing is that someone is in the way, I'll cut off your hands and feet first!" ”

Nai Peng had already moved to kill Ye Fan, and he killed him directly at this time, without mercy.

Ye Fan went straight forward and fought with him.

The two staggered, Ye Fan only paused for half a second, and then continued to move forward, while Nai Peng stood still, motionless.

Everyone was at a loss, and Yuna frowned and said, "Naipeng? Stop him. ”

Nai Peng still didn't move, and when Ye Fan walked in front of Yuna, Nai Peng fell to the ground, convulsing in pain.

His limbs were broken, and the fist sect was directly abolished by Ye Fan, and he fainted in pain, and his muscles were still shaking.

Yuna was startled, and the sexually powerful Indians were furious and rushed in with the smell of curry.

Ye Fan kicked one by one: "Get out!" ”

There was a mess in front of the Holy Mound Tower, and one by one Southeast Asians were kicked away by Ye Fan, and in the end, only Wana was left.

Wana's face was a little pale, and this half-breed had a high face and a hint of coercion.

Ye Fan lifted her shoulder and threw it directly in her exclamation.

Yuna flew out and hung on a tree, her clothes half torn and her panties exposed.

She covered her and screamed, her eyes red with anger, and the old men who screamed in pain hurried to save her.

Everyone was shocked, and He Zhifang opened his mouth wide: "You...... Who are you? ”

"Jiangnan Wang Ye Fan." Ye Fan raised his head and looked at the holy mound up close, carelessly.

"King of Jiangnan...... Ye Fan! ”

He Zhifang jumped up in shock: "Menglan Bon Festival, the person who feeds the hungry ghosts of the ten directions?" ”

"Hmm."

The scene was silent again, but immediately there was an uproar, many Buddhists looked at Ye Fan hotly, and the host of Kongwen ran up in small steps and exclaimed: "Welcome Ye Zhen...... This ...... I didn't expect you to be invited, you're the only master to come! ”