The strongest bodyguard and pretty president

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The melodious bell sounded from the temple, and the sound spread far away, and it is said that it can be as far as ten miles away.

The big clock in Qianye Temple has been around for some years, and it can be regarded as a great treasure in the temple.

Mr. Nong was slightly shocked, and stepped up the steps with his hands behind his back.

Seeing the scenery around Chiba Temple, the forest is luxuriant, the green hills behind it are green, and the long river in front is surrounded, it is a geomantic treasure at first glance.

"I really know how to choose a place."

Mr. Nong stopped and asked the people around him with his hands behind his back, "If I build a manor here, what do you think?"

The butler hurriedly said, "Of course it's good. The scenery here is beautiful, and you can listen to Buddhist music. It's a treasure of geomantic omen that is hard to find in the world."

Mr. Nong frowned, "Buddha's voice? Where did the Buddha's voice come from?"

I built a manor here, does this temple still exist?
The housekeeper understood, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, once the Patriarch comes, there will naturally be no temple here."

Mr. Nong's face was gloomy, and a look of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "No one can stop what I, Nong Jingqiao, are going to do."

The butler immediately bowed and bowed, "The head of the house is mighty!"

Mr. Nong stood in front of the mountain gate, with his hands tied, looking into the distance.

There is an aura of being the only one in the world.

Holding a huge amount of money in his hands, sweeping the world, who can beat him?

He turned around slowly and looked up at the gate of Qianye Temple.

Lift your feet and move forward slowly.

Outside the gate of Chiba Temple, there is a huge incense burner.

In the incense burner, puffs of light smoke were lit.

Behind Mr. Nong, there are more than [-] sturdy bodyguards.

Except for some Donghua people, most of these bodyguards are crooked nuts.

Their strong physique is daunting.

It further shows the dignity of Mr. Nong.

"Go, tell Mr. Abbot, I want to donate 1000 million sesame oil money."

His majestic voice and furrowed brows seemed to bring him back to the style he had when he first came to Tiandu.

Mr. Nong Jing Qiao was pretty handsome at first, and he belonged to the kind of uncle who was a girl killer. If his heart hadn't been distorted by hatred, he should be able to do something.

But life is often blinded by some worldliness, and I have no way of noticing it.

The housekeeper responded and hurried to the temple.

Mr. Nong stood outside the temple gate, waiting for Master Abbot to greet him in person.

Those who can sell for 1000 million sesame oil money are definitely not ordinary people.

He has the qualifications for the abbot to greet him in person.

However, it was a young novice who was waiting.

The other party respectfully said, "Amitabha, Master Abbot is waiting for the patron in the main hall."

Mr. Nong frowned, extremely displeased.

This old monk really knows how to elevate himself, and even 1000 million can't buy him to come out to greet him in person?
Mr. Nong's face turned cold, "Go back and tell your abbot, I will pay 2000 million sesame oil money, and let him come out to see me in person!"

The little novice said, "Amitabha, Master Abbot said that Abbot is just a title, and every monk is his own Abbot."

"you--"

Every monk is his own abbot?

I'm still my own prince!
Mr. Nong was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking.

Want to attack, but nowhere to vent.

Who doesn't know the character of these monks?

They are really well-trained people, no matter how big the storm is, they will always be able to collapse in front of them without changing their faces.

The butler ran out, "Patriarch, is Master Abbot waiting for you in the hall?"

Mr. Nong waved his sleeves angrily, and walked in.

Behind, six bodyguards followed closely, and the others stayed outside the temple.

In the main hall, Master Wu'an was meditating, beside Chen Buyi and several disciples.

They are still doing homework, beating wooden fish, and chanting scriptures.

Mr. Nong came in and glanced at him.

He didn't look at the tall Buddha statue in the middle of the main hall, but set his eyes on Chen Buyi and others.

Master Wu'an was wearing a cassock, while Chen Buyi and other disciples only wore a gray monk's robe.

Everyone kept their eyes open and chanted scriptures with great concentration.

The little novice came to Master Wu'an and muttered softly, "Master Abbot, the benefactor has arrived!"

Master Wu'an was still reciting scriptures without even opening his eyelids.

Mr. Nong is a little angry, what do you mean?
Don't take yourself seriously?

He glanced at Chen Buyi again, and shouted loudly, "Come here, offer some sesame oil money."

Several bodyguards at the back immediately came over with the lockbox.

Opened it, and there were wads of cash inside.

Mr. Nong waved his hand, "Fill the merit box for me!"

Rich people are awesome, they actually want to fill up the merit box.

Several bodyguards were in a hurry, grabbed brand new tickets and stuffed them into the merit box.

Master Wu'an led his disciples and continued to chant scriptures without any response.

Soon, the merit box was full.

A bodyguard yelled, "Boss, it can't be stuffed in."

Mr. Nong pointed to the big Buddha in front of him, "Pile it here."

Several bodyguards took the remaining money and piled it all at the foot of the Buddha.

Mr. Nong put his hands behind his back, "Master Wu'an, isn't my money enough for you to receive me?"

"Believe it or not, I bought all of Qianye Temple?"

Master Wu'an and all his disciples didn't respond at all, and Mr. Nong died of anger.

"It is said that the Buddha saved the world, are you too arrogant?"

Master Wu'an finished reading the last verse, and then said, "Amitabha! So good!"

"Donate generously, donate so much sesame oil money, I thank you for my Buddha!"

Master Wu'an stood up, "Benefactor, please!"

Only then did Mr. Nong feel better, and said to Master Wu'an, "What kind of homework did you do just now? You didn't even welcome guests?"

Master Wu'an said, "Exceed!"

"Excessive?"

Mr. Nong was taken aback, "Who will be rescued?"

"Extend the benefactor!" Wu'an Dashi bowed slightly, "Amitabha."

Mr. Nong said angrily, "Master Wu'an, what do you mean?"

Master Wu'an said, "Buddhas must save people."

"Almsgiver, you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha, why not take refuge in my Buddha as soon as possible."

Mr. Nong was taken aback, "Master Abbot was joking, I, Nong Jingqiao, don't believe in Buddhism, and I don't worship any gods and Buddhas."

Master Wu'an said, "Benefactor, please!"

Mr. Jiang Nong invited to the abbot's room, and the two sat down in the tea room.

A little monk next to him came over to pour tea, and Mr. Nong waved his hand, "Let Chen Buyi come over, I have something to say to him!"

Master Wu'an nodded, and asked someone to call Chen Buyi over.

Seeing Chen Buyi in a monk's robe, Mr. Nong smiled,
"I didn't expect that the Patriarch of the Chen family, who was as rich as a country, would also have a downturn. Life is really like a dream!"

"Chen Buyi, even if you hide in the temple, I'm afraid it will be difficult to wash away all the sins on your body?"

Chen Buyi bowed slightly and said, "Amitabha! I'll make tea for the benefactor."

Seeing Chen Buyi making tea for himself, Mr. Nong said happily, "Chen Buyi, your son is about to convert to Buddhism with you. The Chen family is really going to collapse this time."

"Do you know that on New Year's Eve, a fire broke out in the Chen family's courtyard, and the entire Chen family was completely burned down."

"This is God's will. Heaven will kill your Chen family. Did the Buddha bless you if you hid here?"

Chen Buyi's face was as usual, "Amitabha!"