The next day, the Buddha gathered the required "temple construction funds".

Ningcheng Mi Jiahao donated 1 billion, Jiangdu Jiang Jiahao donated 1.8 billion, Shengnu Jiuhao donated 3 billion and 10,000 tons of pure gold, as well as dazzling Buddhist antiquities, and even the relics of monks who were super-king-level cultivators during their lifetimes.

In addition to these three, there are more than a dozen nine-figure donations.

I have to admire and admire the appeal of the Holy Son of Buddhism and the status of Buddhism.

The white clouds in the sky, when the red glow stained half the sky, they turned into the scales of goldfish, fiery red and gorgeous, covered with a noble golden yellow.

In the evening, Qixingzicuo's night Xiaoxue got up, and she stretched her waist with her hands raised.

The tandoor charcoal is red.

Zhang He, who was sitting in Ningcheng Food Street, put down his chopsticks, got up, raised his feet, and came to the foot of Huoliao Mountain when he fell.

Pedestrians were in a hurry, and no one cared if there was one less customer next to the offal stall.

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The sunset sprinkled on the golden tile roof of the Huoliao Temple, the golden light of the gilded tiles of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is brilliant, golden and brilliant, extremely magnificent and magnificent, so that ordinary people can be awe-inspired at a glance, and they cannot afford to blaspheme.

In the twilight, the ancient bronze bell was struck, making a desolate and tragic crisp sound, which spread to the urban area more than ten kilometers away.

There is an asphalt road that leads directly from the city to the temple.

The autumn breeze is bleak, the fallen leaves on the asphalt road are golden, and the afterglow is sprinkled on the maple forest, which makes people feel that the years are quiet.

At this time, the Maple Leaf Avenue is full of cars, all of which are cars of pilgrims worshipping the Buddha.

When the bell rang in the Huoliao Temple, they no longer received believers, and they should naturally go back.

At this moment, the stairs in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Huoliao Temple were full of mages, and they were all people who wanted to go up to Qixingzicuo to seek justice and justice from the murderer.

The people who can enter the Xueshang Sword Sect to cultivate are either extremely talented or have special family backgrounds, and the group of Xueshang Sword Sect cultivators that Zhang He folded away are all people with extraordinary family backgrounds.

Zhang He injured one of them, and they were all able to lead out a swarm of cultivators!

No matter whether it is right or wrong! As long as Zhang He hurts their children and grandchildren, then they will have to pay the price of Zhang He's blood!

Twenty disciples of the Snow Clothes Sword Sect stood on the golden wall tile roof, dressed in snow robes, unstained with dust.

No less than five king-rank mages stood on the steps, all of them wearing robes symbolizing their noble status, with solemn expressions, eager to immediately rush to Qixing Zicuo and fight the murderer to the death!

The soul-level mage stood on the lower steps. The standing positions of the entire staircase are sorted according to status, authority, and cultivation.

"Hello, I want to see your Buddha!" Zhang He, who was holding a fruit basket in front of the gate of Huoliao Mountain, shouted loudly.

Not all pilgrims have left Huoyao Mountain now, and there are still many people on Huoliao Mountain.

After all, the roads to the city are congested now, and they are still in the rush hour after work, and the city is jammed, so they stay in Huoliao Mountain to see the scenery.

Many people looked at Zhang He as if they were looking at a fool.

How noble is the identity of the Buddha? What kind of face do you have when you carry a fruit basket, how can you be embarrassed to see the incomparably noble Buddha? You can't even touch the golden feet of the golden-bodied Arhats!

"Don't make loud noises!" a cloth-clothed monk shouted loudly, his expression extremely majestic.

Zhang He ignored him and took a step forward.

In an instant, a large number of monks with sticks stopped in front of him.

"Stand down, don't offend the Buddha!" shouted the stick-wielding monks at Zhang He.

The mage on the steps of the Daxiong Treasure Hall was condescending, looking down at Zhang He indifferently.

"I am Zhang He, the son of Zhang Pingcheng, the contractor of the Zhangjia Reservoir! I want to meet your Buddha! Talk to him! I don't agree with him building a temple in the reservoir!"

Zhang He's words, the Buddha heard it, but he didn't care.

How could a small mortal be able to influence his decision?

He doesn't have to make a move, naturally someone will clean it up.

It's too noisy for him to like.

The monks were furious and hit Zhang He with sticks, but when he was empty, Zhang He took a step back, and the apples and pears in the fruit basket were beaten to shreds.

The mage on the stairs was indifferent.

The pilgrims who thought that Zhang He would be beaten with a stick and break his bones were discussed.

No one recognized Zhang He, they felt that the monk was right.

Isn't it stupid to want to see the Buddha with a fruit basket?

From the beginning to the present, the Buddha has only met three people.

One, the messenger of the Holy Maiden Nine.

Second, Mrs. Mi Jia.

Third, the second child of the Jiang family.

How much is a fruit basket worth? People donated billions of dollars to get the Buddha's reception!

"Fool, don't you agree to build a temple in his reservoir? What kind of thing is he? The Buddha said that if you want to build it, you must build it!"

"I support the construction, building a temple is a great thing, a great merit, a great thing, if he dares to stop it, the old woman, I will be lying at the door of their house tonight!" said an old woman.

"It is their blessing to be able to build a temple on their home's land!"

"If it were me, I would have donated it right away!"

"It's really ignorant, yelling, and uneducated. ”

"If you don't agree, I'll lie down at the door of your house tonight, take the whole family to your house, and let your family never have peace!" A sharp-mouthed old woman pointed at Zhang He and said angrily, "I really don't know how thick the sky is, the Buddha is willing to come to Ningcheng to build a temple, that is a great thing!

Zhang He was not annoyed, he was really very calm, he looked at the fruits on the ground, raised his head, and shouted in a consultative tone, "I know you can hear me speak, don't you come out and say a few words? ”

"My family is an ordinary person, and I just want to live a simple and ordinary life by guarding the reservoir, can I not build a temple in my reservoir?"

Zhang He shouted loudly, and once again flexibly dodged the beatings of more than a dozen monks.

"Can I go and buy you another basket of fruit now, can I not build a temple in my reservoir?"

"Even if you don't agree, can you give me a transfer fee? My baby is about to be born. ”

"Shut up!" A golden-bodied arhat disliked Zhang He for talking too much, and he snapped his fingers and cast a spell to shut up Zhang He.

Zhang He was two meters around, and no one supported him.

Zhang He didn't speak, looked around, he smiled, left, and walked down step by step.

The fruit of the fruit basket was swept into the trash by the monks.

The people on the mountain pointed at Zhang He's back, laughing at Zhang He who didn't know what to say.

Doesn't he know that there is no right or wrong in this world?

The Buddha is noble, even if he doesn't give money, what can he do? The bus wants to curry favor with the Buddha and is willing to do dirty things!

The old woman looked at Zhang He and prayed a curse to the Buddha in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

If you don't donate money, forget it! Dare to interfere with the Buddha's construction of a temple, so that this kid's whole family will be hit by a car and die! The Buddha and Bodhisattva will not bless this kind of cheap species who don't know what to do!

The Buddha was not affected by Zhang He, and his mood was still beautiful.

For example, the famous mountain he practiced, Jiulong Mountain, was as beautiful as it was covered by snow, covered in silver, not like the world.

"Amitabha. The Buddha was in a good mood, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he bowed his head towards the Buddha.

Being able to practice and establish a temple in a rare feng shui holy place like Qixing Lake for thousands of years, he will definitely become famous in the Buddhist world in the future.

"Click—"

Without warning, a crack opened in the Buddha's head, from the left eye to the right eye, from the right eye to the lips, and this crack made the originally compassionate and majestic Buddha suddenly become hideous and terrifying!

In the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, all the monks fell into an ice cellar, and suddenly felt extremely panicked and frightened, and kept reciting the Buddha's name silently in order to gain peace of mind.

For some reason, they felt a thorn in their backs, as if some terrifying existence was about to descend on the world!

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Go kill that whining scum kid just now. An old mage of the Jiang family said lightly to his subordinates.

He didn't know Zhang He's name, and he didn't care how important Zhang He's kid was to his relatives.

He's done too many of these things to curry favor with his superiors.

Some people are dead and can't make waves, like a moth dying in the pouring rain, and no one cares.

His back to the Jiang family is as stable as Mount Tai! The Jiang family is the heaven of this province! It doesn't matter whether the Jiang family is right or wrong! The Jiang family never reasoned with others! There is no need to talk to others about right and wrong!

The supreme spell of their Jiang family's old immortal is the greatest truth!

"Really, is it really good to kill people casually?" an old mage rolled his eyes and said in disgust, "Isn't it okay to interrupt his hands and feet and pull out his tongue? ”

"It's amazing that he's a young man, but he's about to become a father, but his son will be an orphan in the future. ”

"I asked them to send their whole family down together, and they are not lonely on the Huangquan Road, which is a great act of kindness. ”

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the incense is prosperous, the cigarette smoke is curling, and the monks recite the scriptures to pray for peace of mind.

The Buddha was silent, and the broken stone eyes had no joy or sorrow, looking indifferently at everything in front of the hall.

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