The time came to the next day, and Zhang Bei, who had been prepared for a long time, naturally couldn't give up.

The old monk also put on a robe today, and he looks like a high-ranking monk.

After enjoying a hearty breakfast, Zhang Bei drove to a hotel with the old monk.

The religious exchange conference is actually a competition between local Taoism and Buddhism for resources.

Now it doesn't matter if it's a monk or a Taoist priest, it's not easy.

If you don't give money or publicity to the tourists, I'm afraid that you will starve to death on this mountain.

The old monk is not a representative this time, but can only be said to be an observer.

Let's also see how the development of Dingyang City is.

Compared to Buddhism, the days of Taoism are actually more difficult.

There is also a Songshan Shaolin, how to say that it is also a listed company.

Not to mention the economic impact, even the incense money is not small.

But their Taoism is still famous in Maoshan Mountain.

The rest of the local gyms are really getting to the point where they can't open the pot.

It was in this situation that Zhang Bei walked into the door of the conference room full of gunpowder.

Director Qi greeted his last days in the hospital.

The current tourist office has changed a new person.

Xiang Zimo, a native of Dingyang City, has worked with Director Qi for ten years.

I know all the situations in Dingyang City, and I naturally know Zhangbei.

Especially when I saw this plague god come in, those eyes were full of disbelief.

What is this guy doing here?

Damn, it can't be that I didn't play enough in the church last time, come to me to be angry, right?

Is it too late for me to run?

glanced at Zhang Bei with uneasy eyes, picked up the teacup with trembling hands and took a sip.

"The meeting still starts in 10 minutes, and you can submit your materials."

There weren't many people in the conference room, and the dozen or so people were clearly divided into two parts.

Half is a group of monks led by an abbot.

The other half is a group of Taoist priests led by a robust Taoist leader.

Zhang Bei watched the old monk consciously integrate into the monk group, and was silent for a long time.

I always feel like I don't fit in on which side.

Next to the monk, he seemed to be cursing himself for not finding a girlfriend.

The Taoist priest on the other side is not familiar with it, and if there is a fight, he is embarrassed to start.

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Bei moved his steps and sat beside Xiang Zimo.

"Do you mind?"

"No, don't mind, just be happy."

Does he dare to say a word?

Not to mention the identity of this plague god, he didn't dare to refuse simply based on his reputation.

Just ask, who in the whole Dingyang City now doesn't know the reputation of the night stop children's cry north.

That's not a story, according to one kindergarten teacher.

When this group of children is napping, as long as they say a word, if you are disobedient, let Zhang Bei take you to play.

All the children lay quietly in bed, not making any noise at all.

I even heard that some sales departments use amusement parks to stimulate sales.

According to rumors, anyone who fails to meet the performance appraisal standards will have to experience a roller coaster at least once.

Xiang Zimo looked down at the document, and his eyes unconsciously looked at Zhang Bei beside him.

The rumors about him kept coming to my head.

Another doubt also surfaced deeply.

What the hell is this guy doing here?

Ten minutes is fleeting, and although Xiang Zimo is puzzled, he will always have to open.

"Now we are moving on to the first item of the conference, special funds."

As soon as the words fell, the abbot on the side stood up.

"The Buddha statues in our seven temples have not been renovated for five years, and we hope to give us 70 percent of this money."

The price is sky-high, and the money is paid back on the ground.

didn't wait for Xiang Zimo to refuse, and the old Taoist on the side couldn't sit still.

"You fart, our five Taoist temples are about to become dangerous houses, and we will give seventy percent of everything we say this time!"

"Amitabha, money is something outside the body, why should the benefactor care about temporary gains and losses?"

"I let your mother an old stinky fart, and I still don't know your stinky mouth after so many years?"

"Tender girl, stinky Taoist priest, you love to spew feces so much?"

The scolding war escalated in the blink of an eye, and Xiang Zimo lowered his head with a bitter smile.

It can't be helped, every time there is a meeting in winter, it will be virtuous.

These two have been arguing for five years, and it's not bad this time or twice.

Zhang Bei silently poured himself a cup of tea, his eyes full of excitement.

"Abbot, he scolded you like this, if I can't bear it, the angry King Kong is not talking!"

Zhang Bei lowered his head to make sure that his voice could be heard by the old abbot.

"Oh, if the ancestor was here back then, he would have cut it down with a sword, so why bother with so many words!"

Fanning the flames, Zhang Bei thinks that he can control it.

In just two sentences, the two of them have already started to do it.

My own master has done it, can I sit on the side and be idle?

The situation escalated in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Zimo sat next to Zhang Bei and saw with his own eyes how this person played.

"Boss Zhang, what are you doing here?"

"Don't worry, I'm really going to fight!"

Zhang Bei drank tea, his face full of smiles.

The old monk looked at the group of people who had begun to push, and silently stood up and sat beside Zhang Bei.

He already knew what was going to happen next, and he was wise enough to protect himself.

lest Boss Zhang beat himself up when he was having a good time.

Soon, a small Taoist priest was pushed to the ground by a force.

The Dao Chief only felt a rush of anger rushing to his brain.

"Grass, copy the guy!"

As he spoke, he smashed his fist into the old abbot's face.

The old monk is an ascetic, and if he didn't have some force along the way, he would have fed the wolf a long time ago.

The abbot is different, they sit in the temple all the year round, and their combat effectiveness is equivalent to zero point of a Qingqing.

After the punch of the Dao Chief, the nosebleed flew out instantly.

"I'm beep-beep, them!"

The voice fell, and a group of people scuffled together in the blink of an eye.

The Taoist is also worthy of being the Taoist Chief, although he is older, he has rules and regulations for every punch and kick.

Zhang Bei drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and with a shake of his sleeve, a swing stick appeared in his hand.

He had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

Since the last time I had a good time at church, this kind of scene has become less and less.

Now that I have the opportunity, of course, I want to have a good time.

After estimating the ability of this group of people to resist blows, after suppressing some of their strength, they rushed directly towards the crowd of melees.

"Whew!"

"it!"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

The group of people who had been fighting was filled with wails in just two minutes.

The Taoist was now red-eyed, and he didn't wait for Zhang Bei to approach, and kicked over with a whirlwind leg.

Feeling the strength coming from his shoulder, the smile in Zhang Bei's eyes became even richer.

After kicking the old monk away, a tragic scene suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The sound of sticks and flesh intertwined, mixed with the desolate screams of the Dao Chief, echoed throughout the conference room.