The sky had just turned white, and when Chen Fan slowly walked from Xishan to the city, the sky was already bright, and the people looked at Chen Fan who was holding the fox, and were a little curious, but they saw Chen Fan walking towards the bun shop, and after the boss recognized Chen Fan, he smiled and said: "Master, what do you eat, are it still six buns?" ”

Chen Fan took out the broken gold and threw it on the table and said, "Look at how many buns these can sell?" ”

After the boss picked it up, he threw it and said, "Master, this is about two taels or more, and the gold is not bad, it can be exchanged for more than twenty taels of silver, and this bun is only two copper plates, even if I am tired, I can't make it!" That's it, master, I won't charge you any money today, please eat! I took advantage of you last time. The boss laughed twice and returned the gold to Chen Fan, and at the same time took out six mutton buns and white porridge and pickles.

"So, thank you, but you go and help the poor monk sell two roast chickens and two roast ducks for this gold, and the rest belongs to you, which is considered an errand fee, what do you think?" Chen Fan said with a smile.

"Good! Good! Master, wait a minute, I'll ask my insider to help you sell it! The boss was very happy and hurriedly called the daughter-in-law who made buns in the house and asked her to buy roast chicken and duck.

The boss saw that Chen Fan had finished eating the six buns, and the roast chicken and duck had not yet arrived, so he looked around like a thief, took out a few buns from the bottom, gave them to Chen Fan, and whispered: "Master, this is a pound of beef that I finally got yesterday, wrapped a few buns, I wanted to eat it myself, but I received so much money from the master, I am a little embarrassed, I will give you half." After speaking, he put the beef bun in front of Chen Fan, and then shouted again as if it was fine, Chen Fan laughed twice, picked up the bun and ate it, it tasted good.

After a while, the roast chicken and duck arrived, Chen Fan took out one and put it in front of the concubine, the concubine pouted, and then ate, and after a while, one person and one fox finished eating, Chen Fan stood up and walked to the palace with the fox in his arms.

Yang Pan, the master of the Daqian Dynasty, the heyday of the Daqian Dynasty at this time began from his hands, and he destroyed the Dachan Temple, got the future scripture, at this time he was correcting the official documents, listening to the eunuchs on the side said that "Not long ago, there was a monk in Kyoto, and the robe he wore was very gorgeous, but the monk drank wine and ate meat, and after eating the six mutton buns of the old Wang's steamed bun shop, he had no money, and he spit out a little lamb from his mouth!" Your Majesty, you say it's strange, isn't it strange, how can this man spit out a lamb from his mouth? ”

Yang Pan's hand to correct the official document was put down, and he spit out a live lamb from his mouth, it seems that this monk is not an ordinary person, if only he could catch it and refine his own boat of creation, but the news was a little late, and he didn't find such a monk after he knew it, sighed, and waved his hand to let the eunuch retreat.

"Amitabha, why is the donor sighing? Let's listen to it, the poor monk should be able to solve the benefactor's doubts! After the voice fell, Chen Fan appeared in front of Yang Pan.

"What kind of monk are you? I don't have the courage to dare to appear in front of me! Yang Pan said lightly, in Chen Fan's opinion, he actually pretended to be forced in front of him, didn't he know that the old driver also overturned in Qiuming Mountain, and Chen Fan never overturned the car, because he never pretended to be forced in front of the great power, and being able to stretch and bend is the ability to be a man.

"Oh? The poor monk's timidity is not small, the poor monk doesn't know, but the poor monk knows that the future scriptures in the three town teaching scriptures of the Great Zen Temple are in the hands of the donor, and I don't know if they can be given to the poor monks? Chen Fan smiled faintly.

"Humph! Act recklessly! Yang Pan was angry and punched Chen Fan directly, but saw Chen Fan holding the fox with one hand, and directly lifting Yang Pan into the air with the other hand, and said, "My majesty! You don't seem to know who's talking about it! I wonder if you want to hand over the future scripture now? If you don't pay it, don't blame the poor monk for using the soul searching method. Chen Fan looked at Yang Pan who was lifted into the air and said.

Yang Pan didn't dare to be presumptuous after hearing it, the ghost immortal who had spent seven thunder tribulations by himself was pinched by his neck and lifted into the air, although it was said that it was seven thunder tribulations, but with the help of the luck of the Daqian Dynasty, it was not a problem to fight against those who had survived nine thunder tribulations, but at this time he was pinched by his neck, which made Yang Pan's heart cold, and he looked at Chen Fan with fear, thinking that this is the Yang God?

"Hehe, don't be afraid, the poor monk won't kill you. After all, he is the lord of a country, although he will not kill you, but he must hand over the future on the premise, otherwise the poor monk will not mind changing to an emperor at all! After Chen Fan finished speaking, his body slowly turned into Yang Pan's appearance, both in appearance and temperament, "What do you think?" Chen Fan spoke again, and it was the same as Yang Pan's voice, and he couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

Yang Pan's face was like ice, Chen Fan slowly changed back, helped him tidy up his clothes, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the one who knows the times is Junjie, and the poor monk believes that His Majesty will agree to the poor monk, otherwise if the poor monk is unhappy, he will order that he can be the prince if he has the ability, then your sons, it is very likely that none of them will survive!" The poor monk heard that His Majesty will build the boat again! What if it succeeds? Your Majesty, do you say that? Chen Fan stroked the white fox in his arms.

Concubine Yuan didn't expect that Yang Pan, who was powerful in the world, was like a child in front of this monk, being played with, witnessing Chen Fan's horror again, and resigned herself to her fate, and then stretched out her tongue and licked Chen Fan's palm.

"Haha...... The little fox is good! Chen Fan smiled, took out a fairy jujube and threw it into her mouth, Concubine Yuan only felt a strong warm current filling her body, she couldn't control it, after Chen Fan's hand fell again, it slowly refined, she couldn't suppress it, and the thunder tribulation came.

"Don't worry!" Chen Fan stroked the white fox and smiled, only to see the nine-ring tin staff next to Chen Fan, rising to the sky, going straight to the thunder tribulation, the Buddha's light was prosperous, the light was nine days, the thundercloud was destroyed, but after gathering again, the thunder tribulation was even worse, Chen Fan snorted lightly, saw Chen Fan open his mouth, only to see the nine thunder dragons made of thunder swallowed down, sent to reincarnation, and later became Chen Fan's nine protectors.

Chen Fan looked at the thunder tribulation that the sky wanted to form again, and said, "I don't know how to do it, the poor monk has destroyed this world!" After the voice fell, the dark clouds dispersed, and the blue sky and white clouds were restored, Yang Pan on the side was a little disappointed, and took out a book from his arms and handed it to Chen Fan, he didn't have 3 a little way, just now he may not be able to spend it, and this monk swallowed it in one bite, it must be the Yang God, and said: "Senior, the younger generation is a little puzzled, the predecessor has become the Yang God, why do you still ask for this future scripture?" ”

Chen Fan glanced at Yang Pan strangely, he didn't expect to ask these questions, so he said: "Yang God is just an immortal, immortal, but only the bottom, nothing is great, the world is not as simple as you think, cross the other side, in the eyes of the poor monk, from one ditch to another, you will never see the sea." ”