The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

The owner of Zhaoyao Mountain was missing, and the news didn't even last overnight before it caused uproar in the city.

The world has indeed been uneasy these past two days. Last night, Yanjiu made a big fuss at the Bai family, which was considered an outrage.

Before everyone could recover, the owner of Mountain Swagger disappeared again.

Incidents happened one after another, and some people even wondered whether Yanjiu and Shang Jing had started to covet Zhaoyao Mountain again after having trouble with Yan Yang.

After killing Bai Xingzhao, he extended the butcher knife to Gu Qizhou.

Yan Yang's families didn't dare to do anything to Shang Jing, but Yan Jiu was now available to everyone and executed.

Even after a night of calm, someone had begun to organize manpower to capture Yanjiu no matter what.

Kill Yanjiu to quell Yanjiu's curse last night.

But when everyone found Yanjiu's family, they missed it.

At the same time, outside Cihang Temple.

Yanjiu was dressed in a white Taoist robe and holding a drumstick, beating the Dharma drum outside Cihang Temple.

The sound of drums soared up into the sky and resounded through the sky, shattering the tranquility of the temple throughout the day.

At the same time, the bells on the walls of Yanyang's ancient city were jingling, spreading to all the warlock families in Yanyang.

The bell on the wall is connected with the Dharma drum at the entrance of Cihang Temple.

Unless there is a huge disaster, the Dharma drum of Cihang Temple will never be sounded.

Therefore, the group of people who blocked the inkstone from Yan Yang rushed to Cihang Temple again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Dharma drum of Cihang Temple was beaten more than ten times in a row. The sound of the drum gradually became louder and louder, which made people feel distracted.

Yanjiu held a drum hammer, and Luan Qiu stood motionless beside Yanjiu.

In the square in front of the temple, an off-road vehicle was parked unscrupulously. Shang Jing leaned against the car door with his arms folded, smiling as he watched Yanjiu play the drum in a flamboyant manner.

Just 3 hours ago, Xiangzhao Bookstore.

After Yanjiu heard Luan Qiu tell the news about Gu Qizhou's disappearance, he drank the tea in his cup calmly.

Then he slowly stood up and went back to his room to change into his ostentatious Taoist robe.

Yanjiu leaned against the door and raised his fingers towards Shang Jing: "I'll take you to the next level, do you want to go?"

Shang Jing had already gone to get the windbreaker that was placed on the chair: "Such a great opportunity, once in a lifetime, of course I go."

Shang Jing knew that Yanjiu did not have a "maternal family" in the sense of blood. If he had to say "maternal family", it would be to show off.

Shang Jing also knew that he was flaunting the poor reputation of his fellow disciples.

Today is a rare opportunity to "raise points", and I have to go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire.

How can you get something for nothing by chasing a "daughter-in-law"?

So, one hour later.

Shang Jing drove, Yan Jiu was drowsy in the passenger seat, and Luan Qiu was sitting upright in the back seat.

The car sped along and finally arrived at Cihang Temple at dawn.

Yanjiu got out of the car and beat the Dharma drum more than ten times in a row, which was quite provocative.

After knocking for more than ten times, the inkstone raised his hand, and the drum spine was thrown away by him and hit the plaque of Cihang Temple.

The plaque suddenly became crooked, and Yan Jiu smiled with satisfaction.

Then he sat on the ground at the main entrance of Cihang Temple, next to him was the hot tea that Shang Jing had just made for him.

Yanjiu held the teacup in one hand and pointed to the crooked plaque above his head with the other, and said to Shang Jing with a smile:

"I think this Dikai Taoist Temple is good. If the old bald donkey doesn't come out, why don't we burn this place and rebuild the Taoist Temple."

Shang Jing agreed: "It's a good idea, how to divide the positions."

Yanjiu seemed to be really thinking about it:

"I will be the Taoist Priest, and you will be my pilgrim.

By the way, I will put a merit box in front of the Taoist temple. Every time you come to pray, you can throw a check worth several million into the merit box. "

Shang Jing smiled: "Why don't I give you another golden body?"

Yanjiu waved his hand: "I don't dare to take this seriously..."

While talking, Yanjiu took out an incense holder from his wide sleeves and pulled out a stick of agarwood.

Yan Jiu slowly lit the agarwood in front of him. The sparks flickered and the agarwood burned slowly.

Shang Jing rubbed his wrist and asked Yanjiu with a smile:

"The incense has burned out, what are you going to do?"

Yanjiu sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his chin with one hand, feeling helpless:

"If the incense burns out, the old monk won't come out.

Please ask Shang Jing to lend me a lighter.

It is better to choose a day than to hit it. Today I will burn Cihang Temple.

I will start a sect here tomorrow. "

Luan Qiu stood beside Yan Jiu, a little anxious:

"Why wait a while? Stop waiting. My master is in such dire straits.

Let's break in now and rescue my master. "

Yanjiu shook the tea in the cup and said calmly:

"Don't worry, Luan Qiu, you don't understand Old Bald Donkey, nor do you understand your master.

Although these two people are only over 100 years old together.

But it is like having 1000 years of scheming and understanding of 1000 years of worldliness. "

Saying that, Yanjiu tilted his head and smiled at Luan Qiu:

"Uncle Master will teach you a truth: You can't look at people entirely based on their appearance, let alone be sincere.

With your vision, if you put yourself into it sincerely, you will be deceived sooner or later. "

Luan Qiu complained about Yanjiu disapprovingly:

"Stop talking like that, you are the best liar in the world."

Yanjiu stretched out a finger and shook it: "No, no, I am the smartest in the world."

……

The agarwood gradually became shorter, but the old monk did not come out. Instead, some dignitaries from Yanyang's family arrived one after another.

The scene in front of the temple is extremely surprising.

I saw that the gate of Cihang Temple was closed tightly. Yanjiu, who had committed mischief in Yanyang last night, dared to go to this Buddhist gate and sit quietly this morning.

When everyone first saw Yanjiu, they thought that Yanjiu was going to Cihang Temple to repent and pray for the Buddha's forgiveness.

However, when they looked at Yanjiu for the second time, everyone found that it was not what they imagined.

Yanjiu's face was full of ridicule, obviously looking for trouble with Cihang Temple.

Looking aside, Shang Jing was indeed there with him.

It’s reversed, it’s reversed, it’s all reversed.

Does Yanjiu think that with Shang Jing's support, he can really be unscrupulous?

He just finished making trouble with Yan Yang yesterday and came to Cihang Temple today. Will he be showing off tomorrow?

But Yanjiu made a scene in Yanyang last night, using methods that no one had ever seen before.

Therefore, no one planned to provoke Yanjiu now.

After all, Yanjiu is sitting at the door of Cihang Temple. There are many capable people in Cihang Temple, so someone will naturally take care of Yanjiu.

So everyone in Yan Yang stood aside quietly, waiting for how things would develop.

A gust of wind blew off the last bit of ashes on the agarwood. Then the sparks disappeared and the incense stick was burned out.

The gate of Cihang Temple is still closed.

Originally wanting to borrow a lighter from Shang Jing, Yan Jiu thought of something and looked at Luan Qiu aside:

"Lend me your lighter."

Hearing this, Luan Qiu quickly threw the lighter in his pocket.

Yanjiu weighed the lighter in his hand twice and said with a smile:

"As expected, you secretly smoke, I'm going to complain to you on the Zhaozhao App."

Luan Qiu rubbed his forehead: "My master, master, it's important, please stop thinking about how to complain to me all day long."

Hearing this, Yanjiu didn't tease Luan Qiu anymore.

He asked Luan Qiu to take off his coat, and immediately, the coat worth tens of thousands of dollars was set on fire by a torch.

Yanjiu threw the burning clothes towards the gate of Cihang Temple.

Everyone in Yan Yang: "..." The arrogance is too arrogant, even the pure land of Buddhism dares to act so wantonly.

Beside the car, Shang Jing just smiled gently, but Yanjiu was getting more and more beautiful.

When the flames touched the stone slab at the door, they did not become smaller. Instead, uncharacteristically, the flames surged into the sky.

Immediately, with a "crunch", the door of Cihang Temple was opened, and the flames dissipated instantly.

The abbot of Cihang Temple stood in the middle of the gate with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and said "Amitabha", showing great compassion.

The Buddha statue behind him is sitting upright, with a majestic appearance.

Everyone in Yan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, someone finally came out to punish Yan Jiu.

Yanjiu looked past the host and towards the Buddha statue behind him. He bowed his head and said sincerely:

"I didn't intend to disturb the Buddha's peace, and I hope he can forgive me.

Tomorrow we will burn incense in front of the Buddha to express our apology. "

After bowing, Yanjiu stood up and looked at the old host.

The old host opened his mouth with accusations:

"Little friend Yanjiu, you killed my disciples yesterday and burned down my temple today. We have no grievances between you and me. Don't create trouble out of nothing."

Yanjiu dusted off the ashes that had just been stained on his sleeves:

"Yesterday you instigated your disciples to burn me, and today you detained my senior brother. We had no grievances, but you just made trouble out of nothing. Isn't this what a monk does?"

Everyone in Yan Yang was confused, but they heard one key point, that is, Yan Jiu has a senior brother.

Sure enough, Yanjiu not only attached himself to Shang Jing, but also belonged to some evil cult, so he acted so arrogantly.

The old host was calm and calm, his triangular eyes filled with compassion:

"A monk has a clear conscience. If you say I am detaining your senior brother, you can just go into the temple and find him."

After finishing speaking, the old host made way for Yanjiu in front of the door. He was aboveboard and seemed to have a clear conscience.

Yanjiu was not polite to the old abbot. He flicked his sleeves and stepped straight into the door of Cihang Temple.

The Buddhist gate is solemn, but there is no one inside, not even a novice monk.

Only Yanjiu's figure walked inside, while the old host stood quietly at the door with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone in Yan Yang. It was the old master praying to the Buddha to eradicate the evil spirit Yanjiu.

Everyone thought that Yanjiu could not find his so-called senior brother.

Of course, Yanjiu knew that he would not find Gu Qizhou in Cihang Temple, and he did not expect to find Gu Qizhou in Cihang Temple.

A hexagram came up in my heart, and the four hexagrams circulated in my heart.

Yanjiu walked deep into the Buddhist gate and reached a secluded place. The door of a certain room was closed, but Yanjiu turned a blind eye.

Kicking open the door, Yanjiu walked in.

The room was empty except for a portrait.

It was a young and handsome monk. The monk was writing and copying scriptures.

The ends of his eyes were lifted up, glowing with enchantment, and his eyes were bright and happy.

There is no restraint of compassion like a monk.

Yan Jiu curled his lips, yes, it was him, Zhi Fei.

Yanjiu rolled up the portrait and put it into his sleeves.

Leaving with a swagger.

When Yanjiu reached the gate of Cihang Temple, he patted the host on the shoulder behind him and said with a smile:

"I didn't find my senior brother, sorry to bother you."

At this time, the old host seemed to realize something, and his eyes suddenly opened.

A sharp light flashed in Sanjiang's eyes. He turned his back to Yanjiu and stretched out his hand to stop Yanjiu.

His tone was a little solemn: "Little friend, what did you get from this temple?"

Yanjiu was upright. He took out the portrait from his sleeve and unfolded it, revealing Zhifei's face in front of everyone on the field.

Yanjiu took a few steps forward with the portrait, then turned around.

He stood opposite the old host and spoke casually, but at the same time he was provocative:

"I took this image from your temple."

The old monk frowned: "Amitabha, taking it without asking is stealing."

Hearing this, Yanjiu smiled contemptuously: "Stealing, old monk, ask yourself, does this portrait belong to your Cihang Temple?

Does the person in this painting agree to hang it in your Cihang Temple? "