The little Buddha boy looked aggrieved, grabbed the Buddha card tightly, and came up with a brute force, no matter whether Chen Zhan wanted it or not, he stuffed it into his hand.

Chen Zhan didn't care about that, and shook off the little Buddha boy's hand.

"If I don't buy it, you haven't completed the KPI, right?"

The little Buddha boy was aggrieved to the extreme, and suddenly shed tears.

Seeing Chen Zhan's rude behavior, the tourists hurriedly came up to protect the child.

The tour guide also came over to look at Chen Zhan.

It stands to reason that she will be very impressed by such a handsome tourist in the group she leads.

"You don't look like you're from our tour group."

Chen Zhan took off his hat.

"It's true that I'm not part of your group, but I'm going to tell you."

He pointed to the magnificent Buddha statues and painted decorations around him.

"Don't spend money in vain, you think it's a kind of luck to meet the master of 'You Fang' and answer questions, but in fact, he comes to work every day, this gold and jade, carved beams and paintings, are all exchanged for 'gifts' in your hands."

The leading monk hurriedly said:

"Donor, the reason why the master gave you this is to see that you have a Buddha fate, this gift, this Buddhist treasure is only given out every day, it is all decided by the master, I hope the donor will cherish this fate."

"Cherish fate? Giving gifts in the house and asking for money when you come out? Also clearly marked the price, one a day? Am I really wronged? ”

"The donor misunderstood, the price list in your mouth only serves as a guide for the amount of donations raised by the donor, and is an externalized form of receiving Buddha fate, and does not constitute a real buying and selling relationship."

"We will not force the donor, this is the good luck of the Buddha, the donor doesn't want it."

Chen Zhan smiled angrily.

"Listen to what you said, if I don't want it, I won't have luck, and now I'm starting to threaten, right?"

"Donor, please don't overthink it."

"It's okay, I'll take this thing, as evidence, where is your abbot? I'll go directly to your abbot, the main person of this temple is also a strong person, and I will pay this money. ”

The scene was quiet, everyone looked at each other, they all spent money to buy small gifts, all of them were watching the excitement, and none of them spoke for Chen Zhan.

"Since the donor insists on this, let me go."

The reception monk was very kind, took him to the next floor of the main hall, and then turned through the corner gate to the side hall.

There are no tourists in the courtyard of the side hall, only a few small monks, kicking and boxing, practicing kung fu.

The monk was led to stand at the door of the house where the "Hall of the Dead" was hung.

Stretched out his hand to signal Chen Zhan to stop.

"The abbot of this temple is inside, please enter after burning incense."

"Incense?"

"There are rules in the Hall of the Dead, those who enter burn incense and remove the dust from their bodies."

Chen Zhan didn't understand that there were so many rules for entering the door.

"Okay, burn it."

After that, the monk handed over an incense book.

The incense recipe is like a restaurant recipe, with a thick stack.

There are hundreds of incense written in it, thick and short, long and thin, which are several times more than the types of symbols that my sister said before.

"Isn't there a free incense? Can't you give me one? ”

"I'm sorry no, all the incense has been clearly marked, this temple does not allow fake public and private, let alone private sales, if you give it to the donor, we also need to pay for it ourselves."

"Okay, okay, here we go again."

These monks have lost their money? The bandit den did not dare to charge such a fee.

However, he wanted to see with his own eyes whether the abbot of this famous temple in Los Angeles was also this virtue.

Chen Zhan suppressed his anger and said:

"May I ask this master, which incense do you suggest I burn?"

"It is recommended to burn meditation incense first, burning meditation incense can make the donor reflect on his own mistakes, and then burn the incense to see joy in the door, which means to give up prejudices and welcome happy events, which is a kind of realm."

"Want to open it, but forgot it?"

Chen Zhan couldn't hold back now, and the receiving monk kept mocking himself around the corner.

He threw away the incense and grabbed the collar of the receiving monk.

"I suggest you burn these two sticks of incense as well, provided that I educate you first."

At this moment, the apse immediately exploded, and several monks who were practicing martial arts immediately approached and stopped talking.

The warrior monk who took the lead shouted.

"The Buddha Gate is quiet, but it is not a place for you to go wild."

"Believe it or not."

Chen looks forward to the past.

There were seven or eight bricks in front of the warrior monk, and the bricks were stacked on top of each other.

I saw the luck of the warrior monk, gathered his strength in his hand, and split with one palm.

"Whew!"

With a click, all seven or eight bricks were split at once.

The warrior monk was very proud and pointed at Chen Zhan.

"I'm afraid, if you dare to make another time, you will end up with these bricks."

Seeing Chen Zhan's unconvinced face.

I picked up another brick, and smashed it into my head, and I opened the brick with my head.

Immediately afterwards, he smashed the bricks with his fists and poked the bricks with his fingers......

Several red bricks were smashed open by him in various ways, and while playing with flowers, his hard skills were fully displayed.

He looked at Chen Zhan proudly, in the past, after showing his absolute power over others, no one dared to be presumptuous.

Chen Zhan smiled, it seems that they have done a lot of things to scare tourists with force.

It's really a clean place, don't do it, and prepare bricks at any time.

This is a civilized act.

If ordinary people split bricks to show their strength before fighting.

It will definitely reduce a lot of incidents.

There would be no such thing as "self-indulgence".

But they ran into themselves.

Chen Zhan stepped forward and picked up half of the broken brick, his fingertips straining, and his fingers were embedded in the red brick little by little.

Crush in the palm of your hand until it is crumpled and then kneaded into powder.

At this moment, the warrior monk couldn't hold back, and his eyes stared at Chen Zhan's hand, as if he was about to bulge out of his sockets.

The bricks he split had been hammered beforehand, and there were some cracks in them, which were relatively easy to open.

It's not that he can't split bricks, and the visual impact of splitting a brick is not enough.

For cracked bricks, opening a few more pieces in a row will save some effort.

However, it is impossible to crush half a brick without skill.

The other party looked tall and thin, like a white scholar, but he didn't expect to be so energetic.

I admired it in my heart, but he had to calm down the troublemakers in the temple, and he couldn't give in to him.

I had to grasp Chen Zhan's theory.

"Donor, what are you doing, you broke my props."

This move startled Chen Zhan, and he lightly slapped the warrior monk's wrist.

"Let go, don't let me pinch you, I feel that you are more brittle than this brick, and I am afraid that I will break you too."

The warrior monk hurriedly stepped back.

Chen Zhan was in a good state at the moment, and after entering the temple, there seemed to be an invisible aura around him, which made him very powerful.

"Don't play fake kung fu, I'll show you what real kung fu is."

Tie up the horse step, Chen Zhan punched down and smashed vertically into the blue bricks on the ground.

The heavy bluestone slabs were smashed from the center.

The fist slammed all the way down through the solid foundation below.

It didn't pass his wrist and made a thud.

A dull sound echoed, like hitting a copper plate.

Chen Zhan was stunned, under the green bricks, there was such a generous thing.

Another punch, the arm went deep into the ground, and the green brick did not pass the forearm, hitting the copper plate.

This can calm everyone at the scene, and the ordinary young man in front of him can penetrate the ground and still be unharmed.

"Sss

Wave after wave of shocks from his hands made him tingle.

The seismic energy coming from the ground was far greater than he had imagined.

The general foundation can be tamped.

What causes copper water to be poured underground.

He tried to peel back the dirt underneath and prepared to take a closer look.

Before he could completely peel it off.

"Uh-huh~-hmm~"

A throat-clearing phlegm cough came from the empty shop.

An old monk walked out of the Hall of the Dead.

The old monk was dressed in a red robe, his eyebrows and beards were white, he looked kind and kind, and he was holding a tin cane.

The warrior monk and the leading monk, as well as several other monks, saluted one after another.

"I am the abbot of this temple, and the donor is here, is there any confusion?"

Chen Zhan clapped his hands and stood up.

"Of course, I have some questions about modern business management and ethics that I would like to ask the master for."

Abbot Chuanhui was very calm:

"Okay, donor, please come in."

"No need to burn incense?"

The abbot pointed to the hall, and the two sticks of incense in the incense burner had just been lit.

"The old man has already burned for the benefactor."

The warrior monk hurriedly said.

"Master, this benefactor is very violent, deliberately dangerous, let's call the police......"

The abbot nodded his hand and signaled that it was okay.

"You don't know, this benefactor has profound internal skills, and his cultivation is my Buddhism's internal strength, and he has Buddha skills inside, and his appearance is quite charming, which is really a rare genius."