On the eve of the Chinese New Year.

The town is full of people.

There is also a tide of pilgrims gathered in front of the temple, and the previous haunting of the temple has long been broken by the village singing. In the new year, even non-Buddhist people are willing to come to ask for a good fortune and pray for a peaceful life next year. The situation is too chaotic, although it is still to the point where the people are not able to make a living, but the death of people every once in a while also makes people panic. No one knows who will happen next.

According to the ghosts and gods, if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it. When I encountered a lot of ghosts on the night road, I naturally began to believe in God. Of course, people who believe in self-belief and use force have also sprung up.

Ling Bai let Miaoguang flicker....

Let Miaoguang guide the pilgrims to offer incense and pray, and enter the treasure hall and ring the wooden fish.

"Amitabha. ”

A Buddha horn sounded in the apse, and then a fat monk walked out with a smooth head. When he saw Ling Bai, he was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward with a smile and said with a flattering smile: "Is it the abbot?" Sure enough, he is a high-ranking monk who is unique in ten thousand, and the little monk has come to report on his wealth. ”

Ling Bai probed the aura in his body and found that like Miaoguang, they were all ordinary monks, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. In his heart, he still wants a few warrior monks to watch the scene in the temple, so that he can be a hand-off abbot who can sit in the flower shop drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and check the balance of the bank card from time to time.

It's a pity.

"Yo, there are a lot of pilgrims in our temple. It's just that the temple is a little more rudimentary. The little monk is not talented, and he is willing to be a temple supervisor and manage the size of the temple. Quit Cai smiled shyly, and Mao recommended himself.

Ling Bai pointed out the door.

"Does the abbot want to see the ability of the little monk?"

Ling Bai then followed, also wanting to see what was so special about this seemingly sleek fat monk.

Miaoguang, who was guiding the pilgrims to incense, saw the abstinence, paused for a moment, and frowned: "Senior brother?"

"Well, that's the case, you really have a relationship with the Buddha like your senior brother, that's good. Jiecai pushed Miaoguang, squeezed in front of the crowd, and said with a smile: "Everyone, the little monk is the supervisor of the temple, this is polite. ”

The fat monk was oily, and his smile was like a spring breeze, which made people can't help but have a good impression of him.

Burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, the first thing the pilgrims see is the monk in the temple, the monk is full of oil, this temple is spiritual; the monk has a yellow face and thin muscles, and looks like an ascetic, but the temple is not spiritual. Qu Cai is undoubtedly like the kind of monk who is blessed by the Buddha, otherwise how can he be so fat and big-headed?

The Landa Temple has already put on a veil of mystery under Ling Bai's several demon exorcisms, and seeing the precept of wealth has strengthened his thoughts.

If the Buddha can protect the monks, he will naturally protect them as well.

Without further ado, incense.

The pilgrims were inexplicably interested, and Ling Bai was stunned when he saw it. Miaoguang stood aside, and there was a black line. Jiecai used to be his senior brother, who was expelled from the monastery by the abbot half a year ago for bewitching pilgrims to donate sesame oil money. Why did he come too? Could it be that he also had a relationship with the Buddha? Looking at it with a stomach full of doubts, sure enough, the senior brother who quit wealth began again.

"The golden body is covered with dust, and the Dharma is not visible. Donors, burning incense and worshiping the Buddha is about a sincere heart, and everyone voluntarily donates money for incense oil, so that the Buddha can see your sincerity, and the confusion and wishes in your heart can naturally be solved. "Quit wealth with his hands folded, and the head of the word is the way.

"What the little master said is very true, on behalf of the people of Zhujia Village, I donated 100,000 yuan of sesame oil to repair the temple and repair the golden body. In the crowd, Patriarch Zhu approached and shouted with the support of two young people.

Wow

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Amitabha, the old birthday star has a relationship with the Buddha. I don't know how much 100,000 is for quitting money, but I know that it is not low when I see the reactions of other people, and my face suddenly blooms with a smile.

The people of Zhujia Village have heard a little about it, and they have also donated generously at the moment, just to leave a good impression in front of the Buddha.

Ling Bai and Patriarch Zhu talked and reminisced, and after saying a few words of mutual blessing, they returned to the treasure hall with a stiff face and sat down.

Hahahahaha.......

took out his mobile phone, the balance of the bank card was 120,000, plus the people of Zhujia Village and the scattered sesame oil money, as well as the 20,000 labor fees from Qi Pengbo, the total property should be about 250,000.

Get rich in one day,

If it could be like this every day, he would like to have it every day.

In a good mood, he picked up the beaten senior brother who was placed on the long shore and walked to the apse, and then threw him out.

"Do you dare to fight at the same level?"

The confident words reached the ears of the bronze man with his hands folded, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his pupils. There are doubts, there are puzzles, and there is a faint disdain.

Ling Bai was in a good mood, and he didn't care about the little eyes that beat his senior brother. In the state of perfect qi and blood, his self-confidence is indeed bursting, and his realm has not broken through in the first order of the small star position, hehe, a battle at the same level......... He's going to blow the bronze man up.

"Do you dare to fight at the same level?" he asked again.

The beating senior brother nodded and saluted, opened his stance and rushed up, and an ordinary punch was blasted out.

Ling Bai did not retreat, his blood was like a dragon, and he also punched out.

Boom!

The senior brother was beaten and directly blown away.

"Haha, today, I want to turn over and be the master, and counterattack the beating of the master. Ling Bai let out a long laugh and rushed forward.

The bronze man rolled on the spot and reacted quickly.

Ling Bai followed closely, kicked up, and then grabbed his arm and slammed it to the ground. All the actions were done in one go, and in the case of the same level, the beating of the senior brother was completely unable to keep up with the rhythm.

There was a muffled bang, and the green bricks on the ground were smashed and cracked.

The beating of the senior brother suddenly accelerated.

The smile on Ling Bai's face gradually froze. As soon as it was dark in front of him, his body flew out upside down like a purple kite with a broken thread, and then his body was punched and kicked like a storm, splitting his head and covering his face.

I can't react at all.

"You're cheating!"

........

The bronze man was expressionless, took out a short stick, and smashed it violently, specifically hitting the vulnerable places on his body. King Kong is not bad, the first layer of magic skills is not enough to see, God knows what level this puppet man has been promoted to, in short, it will definitely force him.

There was a crackling bang and a full half an hour.

Ling Bai lay on the ground groaning in pain, extremely miserable.

The beating senior brother had a soft gaze, bowed from afar, turned into a kawaii big-headed doll, and lay quietly on the ground.

scold

Hehe.

Ling Bai gritted his teeth, although his whole body was indescribably comfortable, the wounds in his heart could not be healed. It's like being stabbed while walking on the side of the road, and the other party says, "I'm sorry, I stabbed the wrong person, I'll take you to the hospital." Again, although the final result was that he was cured, he was still left with a scar that could not be erased.

One beating, and the cultivation soared.

At this moment, his cultivation was directly promoted to the fourth order of the small star rank. It seems to be a matter of course, and it naturally breaks through. Of course, his breakthrough point has to be added to the beating of his master. After crossing the third order, the qi and blood like a dragon roaring and a tiger roared weakened, but the quality of all aspects of the body was improved, especially in terms of internal strength, which was endless, and it operated freely.

buzzing

The phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated suddenly.