The sky was bright.

Winter Winter Winter ......

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The movement is no smaller than that of the later decoration team.

"I can't stand it!

”

Simu took off the protective gear layer by layer, almost crazy, and finally drove the corpse back, and after a few days of peace, the old thing began to toss as soon as he rested!

Thinking of this, he jumped up from the bed in a fit of rage, and without saying a word, went directly to get the gold bar, and made up his mind to invite the big Buddha away.

Jia Le was also woken up, and said sleepily:

"Master, what are you going to do?"

At this moment, there was a wooden box under his armpits, and because the gold was too heavy, he dragged it with his other hand, and said menacingly:

"What's wrong? Buy a house! ”

"That stinky monk has a bad heart, knock in the morning, knock at night, and live with him for a few more years, I have to go first and report to Yinsi!"

Outside the corridor.

Meng Fan slowly opened his eyes, now is not the time for him to play, wait......

"Uncle Shi is early."

"Early."

Shimu replied angrily, and without any intention of continuing to chat, he walked quickly towards the next door.

This yellow and white thing, if you don't bring it with you in your body, you won't bring it with you when you die, and it's good to spend money to buy it clean!

At this moment, he was thinking in his heart:

Will the old bald donkey ask for a few gold bars?

This box is full of big yellow croaker, any one of which can be bought in the provincial capital, or a big mansion, or a big ocean building.

It is true that this place has beautiful mountains and rivers and a decent aura, which is a rare place to practice.

But in the era of the end of the law, the general environment is that the dragon veins and earth veins wither and shrink, and there is no such thing as being able to soar into an immortal by taking a breath of air.

Otherwise, the place would have been overcrowded with monks......

In a flash of thought, the Tang-style wooden lattice door was opened, and the four eyes collided into it, and his face was not good.

"Brother Dao, it's early."

"Come and say hello to me so early."

This movement naturally can't be hidden from Meng Fan, in fact, he can't tell whether Master Yixiu is yin and yang weird, or unintentional words.

Hello, please?

In the old days, it was used for bottom-to-top bars.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm going to buy your house, make a price myself, move out quickly, so as not to quarrel again."

"Wow, that's a lot of gold bars."

Master Yixiu's laughter came to Meng Fan's ears:

"Brother Dao, we are all good neighbors, don't talk about money, talk about fate."

"Excuse me, how can fate be bought with money?"

The dialogue from the original play is still happening.

The four-eyed master really couldn't bear this long-term torture, but he was still unmoved, patted the wooden box, and said coldly: "Say, how can you be willing to move?" ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk plans to chant the Buddha until he dies."

"Okay, I'll keep my eyes open and see when you die!"

There was a strong smell of disgust and gunpowder in the words.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Shi changed his tone, and soon walked out of the house, holding a box in one hand and a humanoid clay puppet with red fingerprints in the other, his eyes were full of excitement, as if he had seen the revenge of the great revenge.

"Xiaofan, come in with me."

"Okay."

Hearing this, Meng Fan immediately got up from the ground and followed into the room.

Jia Le rubbed his eyes, looked at the two with serious expressions, and said curiously: "Master, senior brother, what do you want here?" ”

"Leave it alone."

The more he looked at the clay puppet, the more happy he felt, he glanced at his apprentice and said, "Hurry up and prepare for the guy's business, get up the altar!" ”

"Huh? It's not dawn yet. ”

"Do you still pick the hour? Go! ”

"Oh."

"Old fellow, you're dead."

Disgusted with victory, an ancient magic popular in ancient pre-Qin times, can be used to curse or pray through the medium to defeat the people, things, and demons that they hate.

Legend has it that it started with Jiang Taigong.

In the past, King Wu of Zhou conquered, and the world was subdued, but Ding Hou refused to see him, so Taigong painted a portrait of Ding Hou, and kept shooting arrows at this statue, and he became ill since then.

In the end, the pain in Ding Hou's limbs was unbearable, and he had no choice but to send envoys to express his submission to King Wu, and Jiang Taigong achieved his goal, so that he could pull out the arrows shot at the portrait in turn on the first and second days, the second day, and the second day, and the Gengxin day, and Ding Hou's illness immediately improved.

Of course, there are two sides to the story.

The peach charms and door gods hung during the Spring Festival are also an extension of the aversion to victory, implying auspiciousness and beauty, and Taoism spends money even more so:

It will be cast with words such as Long Live the Thousand Autumns, Peace in the World, Mountain Ghosts, and Gods Avoiding No Taboos, or auspicious images such as stars, turtles, snakes, dragons and phoenixes.

"Xiao Fan, you will protect me for a while, and act when you have the opportunity."

"That old guy is not small."

Listening to Uncle Shi's words, Meng Fan sighed in his heart, and did not intend to follow the development of the plot.

See Blood...... Not good.

So, he deliberately asked, "Uncle Shi, what do you think specifically?" ”

"Kill him, of course!"

After a cruel word, Simu felt a little more comfortable, and then replied seriously: "First smash those things that disturb people's dreams, and then teach the old monk a lesson, so that he can retreat in the face of difficulties." ”

Next door.

The sound of bells and chimes continues, and the sound of chanting is piercing.

"In my opinion, it's better to give back to him in his own way, and let him know how much trouble he has caused to others over the years."

"How?"

Simu frowned, and said suspiciously: "You kid won't be like Jia Le, turn your elbow out, and become a traitor." ”

"No, no."

Meng Fan shook his head.

"Shi Boming said, I have to settle the matter today, if you have any kind of woman's kindness, get out of the way, don't get in the way."

“……”

What is this called?

In Uncle Jiu's Yizhuang, killing ghosts, killing demons and killing zombies, not to mention how happy it is.

With a heavy heart, take the pinnacle competition seriously, and as a result, before that, you have to think about it and mediate the disputes of the elderly.

Suffering from sin......

"Uncle relax, I'm definitely helping you, an old monk is just an old monk, what do you want him?"

"Besides, the character of the teacher and nephew does not need to be repeated, and he is not a person who is interested in seeing it."

After a few words, the internal dispute was resolved.

Just like Meng Fan said, he didn't expect to take benefits from Yixiu who had just met, and he didn't covet the beauty of Qinqing.

"Okay, I'll let you try it first."

The words fell.

Simu stood beside him, not in a hurry to perform the technique of disgust, and patiently waited for Meng Fan's method.

As for how to solve it?

It has just been said that the way of the other is to give back to the other.

The gossip five-element diagram appears.

Meng Fan stood in the center of the formation, as the eye of the formation and the initiator, he could not only use it to fight, but also have many wonderful uses.

[Xun, the hexagram is like the wind, the five elements belong to the wood, and it is located in the southeast in the gossip of the day after tomorrow]

The house, which was originally connected to the outside world, has become an island, and of course, it is the home of Master Ikkyu.

Qinqing, who was washing in the room, felt that her eardrum hurt, and the sound of the master ringing the bell and chanting the scriptures increased more than tenfold, and even Yixiu himself was startled, and his heart seemed to be clenched by something, and he almost went black in front of his eyes and passed out.

"Master, do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

"My uncle only came back for a period of time in two months, and listening to this kind of movement every day is easy to die suddenly, can you understand?"

The sound echoed through the house.

Meng Fan motioned to Jia Le to send the protective gear made by the four-eyed master last night: coconut shells, teacups, cotton and other things to the next door for the master to see.

"Didn't Master Huineng, the sixth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, also say that Bodhi has no tree? All promising methods are like dream bubbles, don't be persistent and outgoing, in order to be able to see the nature of the mind and prove yourself Bodhi. ”

That's it.

Wei also stood up.

The steps were sent over by Knorr.

If you can't do it anymore, you can only reason with your fists.

After a while, the master personally came to the door to apologize, promising to recite only the scriptures silently and never knock on the Dharma instrument.

Everything is built on the basis of strength.