Fang Zheng took a step forward every time he said a word. He said one hundred and thirty-four words in one breath, which was equivalent to taking one hundred and thirty-four steps! Every step was taken just right, as if stepping on the man's heartbeat node! Fang Zheng's words were sonorous and powerful, and each word struck the man's heart like a hammer!
The man, who was already feeling guilty, was beaten to the punch by Fang Zheng, and instantly gained the upper hand in momentum. Then, like a huge wave in the sea, it pushed to a climax step by step, with each wave of momentum higher than the last, crazily hitting his soul. door wall.
At that moment, he was afraid and subconsciously stepped back!
Fangzheng stepped forward and took a step back! With one hundred and thirty-four words, the last word falls!
Just like the judge puts pen to paper, the county magistrate slaps the case, and the judge drops the hammer! The man actually thought that he had scolded all the monks as beggars. He felt guilty, his feet softened, and he knelt down in front of Fang Zheng with a thud!
As soon as he knelt down, he suddenly came back to his senses and said in his heart: This is wrong! He didn't think so!
He raised his head and was about to say something, but he saw the monk who was filled with indignation just now suddenly smiled at him and said: "Donor, if you know you are wrong, kneel down, be good..."
puff!
After the man heard the cry of obedience, he was depressed from being oppressed by Fang Zheng's momentum, and was stimulated by the countless jeers around him, coupled with Ruan Tianxing's look of death, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Come out and turn into red smoke in the sky!
Fang Zheng quickly stepped back and said, "Amitabha, the donor repented with blood, and the poor monk surrendered."
Hearing this, the man cursed angrily: "You poor monk, you have a great mouth, but if you talk nonsense, you are also a poor man!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a shout from the other side: "Who said the master is a poor monk?"
As he spoke, there was a roar of motors, and then supercars rushed over with a series of roars, followed by a fleet of Rolls-Royces, and in the middle was an extended version of Rolls-Royce. ! The last one is still behind the supercar pad, the motor roars!
As soon as the convoy appeared, everyone subconsciously stepped back to make way for the convoy!
The luxury car that originally looked so dazzling was instantly eclipsed in front of the convoy!
The taxi driver who had originally brought Fang Zheng here but had not yet left and was still watching the bustle saw the fight and was so frightened that he quickly moved the car and exclaimed: "Oh my god, I actually pulled a statue and walked in." The eminent monk of Faxiang Mountain! Haha... I want to buy lottery tickets when I go back!"
Then the guy ran away quickly to prevent the eminent monk from remembering his previous cynicism and settling a score with him.
The motorcade slowly stopped behind Fang Zheng, and then a man came over respectfully, bowed to Fang Zheng and said: "Master Fang Zheng, you are a Chinese living Buddha with a respected status. You don't like the tricks of mortals, but there are When you are in trouble, without this trick, it is easy to attract little ghosts to make trouble."
The person coming was none other than the man who picked up Fang Zheng from the airport before, Wang Can!
Fang Zheng didn't expect Wang Can to come, let alone that this guy would come in such a timely manner!
Fang Zheng never thought that just a seminar would require so much packaging! Although he didn't like it, he had to say that Wang Can was right! Sometimes, some things are not necessary, but when they are not available, it is indeed easy to attract ghosts!
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It's okay. The poor monk is a monk. When he encounters ghosts, he will immediately save them. Donor Ruan, is the poor monk right?"
"Hmph!" At this point, what can Ruan Tianxing say? No matter what you say, you can’t get back the face you lost! Turn around and leave!
The kneeling man quickly got up, chased after him and asked, "Boss, are you not going in?"
"Get out!" Ruan Tianxing threw all his anger at the other party. Go in? He had just said before that he could not enter without an invitation. Now that he had no invitation, what would he bring in
"Hush!" Many Chinese reporters booed.
Ruan Tianxing left faster.
"Haha, I know that Master Crooked is not to be offended. Whoever offends him will be in trouble!"
"Living Buddha, you want to fight with Living Buddha? You don't care how much you weigh."
"hey-hey… "
When Fang Zheng heard these words, he waved to everyone as a greeting, and then said to the two security personnel: "Two donors, can the poor monk come in now?"
"Master, please come inside." The two security guards stepped aside and made an inviting gesture.
Fang Zheng naturally held his head high and walked into Faxiang Mountain with Basong who looked confused but extremely excited.
At this moment, a YN reporter shouted: "Does any of you have a photo of host Fang Zheng getting off the bus? I still need this photo!"
"No...deleted!"
"Damn it, I deleted mine too!"
"Damn, this photo is all it takes to make the news!"
…
"I have it!" shouted a Chinese reporter.
The next moment, a group of reporters shouted.
"Brother, share one piece and I'll give you the money."
"I'll give it too!"
…
"Not for sale!" The reporter laughed loudly and ran away. There was a chorus of curses behind him...
At this moment, Fang Zheng had already walked into Faxiang Mountain. Inside Faxiang Mountain was a hotel. The decoration of the hotel was antique and quite Zen-like, but it did not copy the temple. After all, some people are still not used to living in temples.
The hotel is like a pyramid, but different from it. You can walk directly to the center through the straight corridor. However, in the center is not a bar, but a Bagua mirror. The Bagua Mirror corresponds to eight doors and eight elevators, leading to the top floor.
Standing in the middle, Fang Zheng discovered that the decoration style of Faxiang Mountain was different on each floor! The first layer is the style of YN country, then the Buddhist style, then the fairy style, martial arts style, Western magic style, heaven style...and so on.
There are even many themed elements in it, such as Shanghai Beach, Arc de Triomphe, Eiffel Tower, etc...
On each floor, facing the middle fence, there is a statue of a god or sage.
From the bottom up, you can see celebrities from the East and the West, such as the founding father of China, the Western poet Victor Hugo, etc. As you go up, you gradually push towards the ancient times, the great emperors of all parties, the ancient saints, etc. Further up are the immortals, Buddhas, and gods in heaven. Each and every one of them is lifelike, without exception, they are all overlooking the center of the earth! It's as if standing in the middle of the Bagua is being looked directly at by all the gods and sages of ancient and modern times!
That feeling is definitely not a good one. Anyone who has done something wrong will probably kneel down on the spot if their psychological quality is poor.
That kind of pressure from another time and space is really awkward.
"No wonder no one is staying here. Standing here, it's like being noticed by the gods. It's so uncomfortable." Basong muttered, glancing at Fang Zheng, who was extremely natural and comfortable: "Master, why are you so relaxed? Look at you It doesn’t seem to be awkward at all.”
(End of chapter)