Hearing this, the local tyrant Dong couldn't sit still.

He glanced at Fang Zheng again, and almost wanted to be impulsive again, sure enough, there was a big problem with this old monk!!

But Fang Zheng's eyes stopped the impulse of the local tyrant Dong in time.

He didn't answer the old monk's words, nor did he answer the old monk's words, worried that he would say too many mistakes, show some horses, or give the old monk some hints.

This is a bit like a charlatan who tells fortunes on the street, casually asks you a few seemingly casual questions, and you can find out your bottom line, and then use ambiguous words to tell your bottom line, so that you can have trust.

Next, it is to extract more details from you, and then calculate the hexagram for you... As for how far you can deceive people, it depends on your eloquence.

Fang Zheng did sense that there was something unusual in this temple.

But he didn't say what he felt in his heart.

It is to prevent the old monk from deliberately pretending to be a high-ranking monk and taking his words.

In the face of Fang Zheng's vigilance and the impulsive character of the local tyrant, the old monk did not get angry.

Seeing that, the old monk didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, he began to sit on the ground in the main hall, and then raised his old and dry palm like a chicken claw and patted the ground gently.

This was a gesture for the square to sit down as well.

Although the neighbor's uncle is of Siamese Chinese, he has settled in Siam for two generations, and has long been integrated into the local culture and customs of Siam.

Even the expression on his face was a little excited, as if he could sit close to Master Long Po, which made him feel very honored, and it was a good thing to glorify his ancestors.

Both of them sat on the ground, and the two of them stood like bamboo poles, looking down at others with their nostrils, which in itself was impolite.

Fang Zheng didn't think much about it, and sat down with it.

He had come to find clues to the old demon Buddha, but at this moment, an important clue finally appeared in front of him, and he was naturally unwilling to miss it.

The most important thing is that Founder is confident in his own strength.

Perhaps, he may not be able to defeat the old demon Buddha.

But he has Brother Xiang to help!

Fortune incense is the killer feature of Founder!!

Tuhaodong saw Fang Zheng sit down, he naturally twisted again, and sat down with him, but the expression on his face kept staring at the old monk vigilantly, and the muscles of his whole body were straight, if there was a slight sign of something wrong, Tuhaodong would definitely not hesitate to slash it with a stick.

When everyone had sat down, the holy monk Luang Po Tian continued to speak, with the neighbor's uncle acting as an interpreter.

Long Potian: "Are you curious, why did the Buddha statue in the main hall disappear, and where did the Buddha statue go?"

"When you enter this Buddhist temple, do you still have a very strange feeling... Basuko Truth Temple... It's like a dead temple where the Buddha goes to the temple... Does it feel like this temple is actually dead?"

Fang Zheng was calm, but Tuhaodong was a little breathless, although he didn't make a sound, the surprised expression on his face still betrayed his inner change.

The old monk Long Potian glanced at Tuhaodong kindly, he did not expose Tuhaodong, but continued: "I have a story here, it is a story about the death of Buddhist temples, do you want to listen to it?"

"Master Long Po might as well come and listen, I like to hear this kind of weird and weird stories the most. After Fang Zheng finished speaking, the neighbor's uncle immediately translated it to Long Potian.

Long Potian's wrinkled, deep ravine face like a knife and axe chopping out, nodded friendly to Fang Zheng, and began to tell a strange story of "one day the Buddhist temple died suddenly".

This incident happened about a month or so ago, and I don't know if it's a coincidence, the timeline of the story happened to start shortly before and after Fang Zheng withdrew from the blessed land and the old demon Buddha was killed by Mr. Fu.

There is a Buddhist temple where many monks live.

Among them was also a holy monk who had attained the Tao of the Highest Enlightenment.

The daily life of these monks is very simple, they consult the Dharma and practice the techniques of bowing the head, unraveling the bowing spell, attracting fortune, and thorn charms.

Thorn charm, also known as stabbing yin, is to tattoo on the human body, but this is not an ordinary tattoo, but the ghost ghost is used as the material, and the yin soul is sealed into the tattoo in the way of tattooing, so as to achieve the effect of fortune transfer, avoiding evil and driving away evil spirits......

The art of stabbing yin has been extinct in China for hundreds of years, and it has been beaten to the point that some people have fled to the backward side of Southeast Asia, but instead they have become prosperous from decay to prosperity, and regard the evil art that has been abandoned in China like dregs as a treasure, and it is called the three major spells with Gu Man Tong and Buddha cards, which are regarded as orthodox.

That's why tattoos are so popular in Southeast Asia.

Especially in Siam, almost everyone on the streets, young and old, has tattoos.

It is precisely because from top to bottom that they want to rely on tattoos to attract fortune, and it has been popular for hundreds of years......

Fang Zheng once met a Southeast Asian assassin master, and only through the mouth of Captain Fei did he know the secret... This is just a vague history, Fang Zheng did not interrupt Luang Po Tian's words, nor did he show hostility to Luang Po Tian, Siam's most famous Kuman Tong, Buddha cards, and tattoos are all made from the ghost or dead baby after death, he can't kill all the people in Siam, right?

Since these can last forever, there should be a reason.

Fang Zheng continued to listen to Long Potian.

The ordinary monks in the temple practice Buddhism every day, which is a very common thing, just as simple as people's three meals a day.

But almost a month ago, because the temple was in disrepair, and it was planned to renovate some of the most dilapidated buildings, so workers were hired to renovate them.

But during the renovation, one of the houses collapsed.

One worker was killed on the spot by falling roofs.

The next day, there was another accident, and another worker had an accident and was stoned to death by scaffolding because of an operation error.

On the third day, another worker died.

Without exception, these workers all died in the same place, and the workers in other places were all fine and there were no accidents, except for the house, whoever broke the ground died.

Later, no worker dared to approach the house.

However, the renovation of the temple was already halfway underway, and it could not be left untouched because of a house, so the monks in the temple decided to renovate the house that the workers regarded as an ominous murderous house by themselves.

One day, two days, three days... When the monk was in charge of renovating the ominous house, everything was normal, and there were no accidents for several days.

The monks were delighted.

I thought that I must have practiced Buddhism profoundly, and I realized the profound Dharma, and soon, the temple was renovated.

However, before the monks had time to rejoice, on the night of the completion of the temple's renovation, strange events began to occur in the temple.