The Huashan faction plans to invite the martial arts faction from all over the world to a banquet on the day of the mid-year festival on July 15.

Why did you choose such a day to hold a banquet, and what is this banquet for? The post didn't say anything.

But the Huashan faction is now becoming more and more famous in the rivers and lakes. Faintly want to go hand in hand with the Wudang Shaolin faction.

Since they are invited by post, people in the martial arts will always give this face.

This time, there were quite a few people invited to the banquet. The disciples of the Huashan Upper Court had already received the invitation and rushed to various parts of Shenzhou.

To this day, most people have also returned to the Huashan faction to restore their lives.

Only Fang Zhongjin, who is known as "Tuo Nan Sheng", set off the latest and went to the farthest place.

Now it is the day when the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are about to bloom, and he is still galloping on the way back to Huashan alone.

In order to return to Huashan as soon as possible and work with Lu'er to figure out the unfinished things quickly, Fang Zhongjin can be said to be working day and night, and he dare not stop.

Seeing that the surrounding scenery is gradually changing from magnificent and majestic to thick and simple, there are more and more people, and the spring color is getting thicker. Fang Zhongjin also knew that he was about to reach the boundary of Huashan Mountain.

On this day, the sunset is dyeing, and the evening breeze is cooling. Fang Zhongjin knew that he would miss the overnight stay if he was in a hurry today, so he had to find a restaurant in a nearby town to eat something first.

When he opened the curtain of the restaurant, he saw that there were a lot of people in this small storefront.

Fang Zhongjin only picked up a remote location and asked for a bowl of dandan noodles to eat.

Just because Fang Zhongjin was wearing the clothes of Huashan disciples, the shopkeeper was particularly attentive. Hot tea, towels, peanuts, pickles are constantly delivered to the table.

Fang Zhongjin couldn't refuse, so after thanking him, he sat at the table and waited.

Before the noodles were served, I suddenly heard a commotion on other tables.

Fang Zhongjin raised his head and glanced at it, then ignored it and continued to put the peanuts in his mouth.

It's just that the noise is getting louder and louder, and finally I heard someone shouting at him: "That senior brother of the Huashan faction, if you have any money on you, hurry up and bring it all!"

Fang Zhongjin sighed and looked up. Sure enough, it was the bald monk.

When Fang Cai entered this restaurant, Fang Zhongjin noticed this great monk.

He looked in his early thirties, with a broad face and a pair of thick black eyebrows like two large brushes. Except for a string of polished Buddha beads on his neck, the clothes on his body are simple and simple.

The reason why Fang Zhongjin paid attention to him. It's because the room is full of ordinary people. He alone looks energetic and physically strong. What is rare is that under careful listening, this monk's breath is long, and his martial arts will never be weak.

Although he was snorting and eating a bowl of somen noodles, looking at the knots in his muscles, he was really a good man.

At this time, I saw this monk holding an ordinary old man with one hand, and greeting Fang Zhongjin with the other. With an anxious look on his face, he said: "It's all in the martial arts line, and you must not stand by when you encounter such a thing." The poor monk did not carry any money with him, and the benefactor refused to donate it. Do you have tens of thousands of taels of silver, hurry up and lend me one!"

Fang Zhongjin took a closer look at this monk, and suddenly couldn't tell whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

Although Fang Zhongjin did have a lot of silver on him at this time, where would anyone suddenly open his mouth and ask for tens of thousands of dollars from strangers on the road?

The old farmer who was pulled by the monk's sleeve held a piece of blue cloth in his hand, with an embarrassed look on his face.

And next to the two of them, there was a man who looked like a rich businessman sitting silently. Even more at a loss to see this great monk.

Fang Zhongjin knew that he couldn't hide this time, so he had to say to the great monk: "This master, are you joking with me?"

The great monk said to Fang Zhongjin with an anxious face: "Who is joking with you, you didn't listen to them just now." The old man dug up a piece of Buddha bone in his field. It's going to be sold to that merchant. Where did the businessman understand the preciousness of the Buddha's bones, and the poor monk begged the old man to do well, so he donated them to our temple. After the poor monk returns to the mountain gate, he will inevitably recite ten Diamond Sutras for this benefactor.

But the benefactor refused to give the Buddha's bones to the poor monks. and he shall sell it to the merchant for five hundred denarii. It's not ...... This is not "After talking for a long time, this monk couldn't find a rhetoric after all."

Fang Zhongjin raised his eyes and looked at the other two victims. The old peasant was firmly grasped by the great monk and could not get out. The merchant was also angry and wanted to leave immediately.

This scene is actually a simple street trick. The two knew each other for a long time, and they got together and pretended to speculate on a treasure that they had accidentally obtained.

Singing, singing, chanting, and playing, in fact, it is only for others to buy it at a high price.

But as the saying goes, you are afraid of being stunned.

These two people teamed up to speculate on fake Buddha bones. But I didn't expect to meet a big monk, and I really had no money.

If you don't have any money, you can't let the two of you go, so that you can cheat the next family. Fei dragged the old peasant to give him the Buddha's bones for nothing.

The old farmer didn't believe that this monk really had no money. After being firmly grasped by him, he found that the monk's strength was so great. One of his arms was about to be broken.

When he began to be afraid in his heart, he wanted to say that he would give the "Buddha bone" to the great monk for nothing. Unexpectedly, this monk had already asked the person at the next table for money.

At this time, the old farmer's heart was entangled. The monk called him to stop was clearly a disciple of the Huashan faction.

He didn't dare to provoke such a big sect, but a trace of greed in his heart firmly stuck to his heels. Xin said that if the disciples of Huashan were really willing to look at the faces of all the people in the rivers and lakes and lend 1,800 taels to this great monk who was not stingy, he would no longer need to go to the rivers and lakes to cheat. You can stop doing it alone.

As the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food. This liar, who looks like an old farmer, has lost the best time to get out.

Fang Zhongjin saw that the big monk was holding the old peasant's arm, and he was about to walk up to him. I had to say to the great monk: "This master, you don't believe that the two of them joined forces to deceive you. It's a fake!"

When the great monk heard Fang Zhongjin's words, his expression was shocked, and he definitely didn't seem to be a fake.

I heard him stammer: "This, how can this be fake? ”

The old farmer who was grabbed by his arm had a pale face under his eyes, sweating like rain, obviously pinched by the monk and painful to the bone.

The other hand couldn't grasp it firmly, and the blue cloth in his hand fell to the ground, revealing a piece of smooth and oily bone.

Fang Zhongjin got up and walked over, bent down and picked up the "Buddha bone".

He snapped his hands lightly, and the bone was disconnected.

Fang Zhongjin held up the section of the bone to the monk and said, "You see, although this bone is dark on the outside, it is still white on the inside. Apparently not that long. It could never be a Buddha bone. ”

He didn't want to get entangled with the people in the store too much, and he didn't even want to have noodles yet. He said to the monk who was still in shock: "Master, there are still important things to do next, so I will leave." ”

With that, he picked up his baggage, lifted the curtain and strode out of the restaurant.