Hojo Hall.

The three sat cross-legged on a futon.

The Buddha looked at the raider, and then at the abbot.

He opened his mouth and seemed to speak, but no sound came out.

Dense sound in the ear.

Only the first-class master level on the rivers and lakes can use an internal force application method.

Many masters of Shaolin Temple are proficient in this technique.

After all, the Shaolin lion's roar is the pinnacle of sonic skills, and its control of sound also has its own uniqueness.

'Master, look at this woman, pretending to be the same as the real thing. ’

It was as if the tears had just come out of our tears. ’

It looks like there's a grievance to be said. ’

The abbot coughed lightly, and said in the same way in a dense voice:

'Shut up. ’

'Let the teacher try her depth first!' ’

The abbot recited the Buddha's name and took the lead in opening a dialogue.

"This benefactor, is he still used to living in this temple recently?"

"Habitual habitation."

"Is it all going well to worship the Buddha?"

"It went well."

"Have you ever cleared your doubts?"

"The heart is intentional, and it is difficult to calm down."

Let's get down to business.

The abbot clasped his hands together, solemn and treasured.

"Monks are compassionate."

"The old monk saw the benefactor crying day and night, and mourning night and night."

"If the donor doesn't dislike it, the old monk wants to solve the donor's doubts."

"Can you tell me about the donor?"

Hear this.

Raiders are in tears!

After persevering for so long, I can finally tell the story I have prepared for a long time!

"My life is miserable!!"

"Old Abbot!"

"The little girl originally lived next to Quanwuzhuang, and her family had a house and a field, and her life was boundless."

"Who knows that the evil owner, he is very hateful and ruthless, colluded with the government to be lawless, and forcibly married me!"

"My father turned his face with him, and was beaten flat by him with a stick, I scolded him for bullying the good people, but he was caught in the village."

"Raped a hundred times, a hundred times!"

In the midst of intermittent crying.

The raider used a very fast rhythm to tell the tragic story that happened to her.

Finally, the raider made a final summary.

"I just hope to be able to go to Huangquan with the owner of the village in the future!"

Listen to it all.

Old Fang let out a long sigh.

Bow your head and start communicating with the Buddha in your ears with a secret sound.

'Do you believe it?' ’

'I didn't believe it when I heard her say that she was forcibly married, didn't they all say that the owner of Quanwuzhuang was impotent? How can rape happen? ’

Well, you have a point. ’

Look up again.

The old abbot already had a serious face, and there was still a bit of anger in his eyes.

"I knew that the owner of Quanwuzhuang was not a thing, but I didn't expect to do such a forced thing!"

"It was also the old monk who beat the stick lightly at that time, otherwise this scourge would never have been left!"

As he spoke, he picked up the Zen stick placed next to the futon and poked it down, and half of the Zen stick went directly into the ground!

Pressing down slightly, all the Zen sticks entered the soil, and it seemed that they had not even encountered the slightest obstacle.

It's as light as throwing a Zen stick into the water and sinking to the bottom.

The old abbot lifted his weight lightly, and his strength was comparable to that of an extraordinary person.

After a wave of force.

The raider then listened to the old abbot sigh:

"It's a pity that there is no evidence for what you said, otherwise the old man would have personally stepped in to solve this scourge."

"If the name is not right, it must not hurt anyone."

"But I don't know what the donor is going to do in the future?"

Raider: ............

Acting so awesome, but not going to help?!

"I want to ask Shaolin to come forward......"

"Without evidence, Shaolin is not easy to publicize."

"I am willing to send 100 acres of fertile land."

"My Shaolin is not a place to covet land."

"I'm willing to give 10,000 taels of silver."

"I have a lot of Shaolin pilgrims, and I don't like money."

"I would like to directly reshape the six golden bodies of the Buddha!"

The old abbot's eyes widened with rage!

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a shocking roar of the Buddhist lion.

"How can I, Shaolin, love that vulgar thing?"

"Donor, speak again, don't blame the old monk for not being embarrassed!"

With that, as soon as the hand was wiped in mid-air, the Zen staff was sucked directly from the ground.

The Zen staff in the old monk's hand was buzzing, and the outside was faintly covered with a layer of golden light, as if the treasure of the West Heaven Leiyin Temple had descended into the world!

This time, the raider was directly stunned!

Really angry?!

Not really?!

Doesn't it mean that Shaolin is very interested in real estate and gold investment?!

It's at this critical juncture.

The Buddha stood up.

"Master, don't be angry, the donor is just in a hurry, not an intentional provocation."

"Otherwise, I'll go with this benefactor and find some evidence."

"If you can't find it, the disciple will naturally come back."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The old abbot suddenly had a complicated expression and let out a long sigh.

"It was also this benefactor who had a fate with us to see us."

"That's it."

"Donor, you go out first, I have something to ask my disciple."

The raider hurriedly stood up, holding a stick, his face full of gratitude, and looked at the Buddha with affection.

Then he limped out of the room.

Wait for the raiders to leave.

The Buddha spread his hands:

"It's hard!"

"Why did you ask me to come down?"

The old abbot threw the Zen staff and stuck it into the soil.

"Think about it."

"Anyway, her purpose is to deal with the owner."

"If there is evidence, that is, to eliminate harm for the people, and if there is no evidence, beating him is also expected, do we have any losses?"

"Not only do you have a good reputation, but you can also earn a golden body!"

Buddha thought for a moment.

That's right.

But there is one thing that can't be solved.

"Master, it's no problem."

"But I can't beat the owner!"

The old abbot was stunned.

Pondered for a long time.

The Buddha also began to meditate.

"Master, you didn't think of this just now, did you?"

"Uh, Zhangliu's golden body is a little dazzling, and I'm distracted."

The words are divided into two ends.

In Jeonbuso.

Fang Xing began to recruit.

I cleaned the portal before, and it was too clean.

So now the whole manor is not even swept away.

Pan Pingping goes out to buy different medicinal herbs every day. Then he took the time to tell Fang Xing how to dispense the medicine, and he didn't have time to clean up with him.

Besides, in such a big place, two people can't sweep the floor.

Recruitment has become a rigid need.

According to common sense.

This side has a bad reputation, and so many people have just died, how many of them would come here to apply for jobs so desperately?

Thereupon.

Fang Xing unleashed his superpowers.

When a row of gold bars is placed on the table.

Recruiting makes it easy.

Fang Xing was not prepared to choose any disciples, and there were no conditions such as having to be proficient in martial arts, so it was still very fast to accept people.

Sweeping, caring, cooking, watering flowers......

A group of handymen received half a month's profit first, went to buy new clothes and then came to work.

I also bought all the tools that were missing, and I would find a housekeeper for reimbursement in the future.

It was also an accident to be able to hire a butler.

This one used to be in charge of a restaurant for someone else, but later the restaurant was bought by another owner, and he was fired.

I just didn't have a job, so I came here to apply.

Fang Xing felt that this good guy had management experience, so he directly let him be a housekeeper.

In the afternoon, when Pan Pingping came back in a carriage and pulled a cart of medicine.

I saw that the originally deserted Quanwuzhuang had become very different.

A few quick-eyed people hurriedly came over to lead the horses.

That's when it happened.

A subordinate quietly approached Pan Pingping and asked in a low voice:

"What kind of medicine did you take work so well?"

"Can you tell me about it?"

Fell asleep holding the computer.................. I deserve to die, and I can only say that I am not good at drinking............

(End of chapter)