Urban Hidden Dragon

"Amitabha!

The benefactor, the poor monk, believed that killing someone to pay for one's life and repaying one's debt was a natural karma. The benefactor's failure to repay his debt was actually a karma, and he would go to hell after death. There were also punishments for reincarnation. In the least severe case, he would become a poor man in the next life, and in the worst case, he would be thrown directly into the animal realm. "

After hearing this, the man with a pitiful face grabbed Chen Xuanbian's collar.

"Who the hell are you cursing?"

Chen Xuanzian clasped his hands together and said in a gentle tone, "The poor monk is not cursing the benefactor. He is just telling the benefactor what things should be done and what should not be done. The poor monk is saving the benefactor."

"But go to hell, don't talk if you don't have clean mouth. Why are you so stupid pretending to be a monk? A monk comes here to eat meat?"

Chen Xuanzian said with a smile, "The wine and meat passed through the intestines, but they stayed in the heart of the Buddha."

"Okay, okay, stop pretending to be insensitive and get out of here! If you don't need money, get out of here!"

The man with a pitted face turned around and wanted to leave.

The proprietress stepped forward to catch her, "My father-in-law was still waiting for money to treat his illness and save his life, so he returned our hard-earned money!"

Unexpectedly, he was pushed to the ground by the man, "What does it have to do with me if your father is the one who died?"

The middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the man with a pitted face and said, "Pay me back!"

"I'll pay your mother back! I won't pay you back, what can you do to me!"

The man with a pitted face kicked over a table next to him, picked up a bowl and smashed it, pinched a piece, and scratched the middle-aged man's coat randomly.

"Get out of here and stop asking me for money! I won't give it to you!"

Seeing that the couple was frightened, the middle-aged man with a pitted face smiled and shook the fragment in his hand.

Unexpectedly, the monk stepped forward slowly.

"Pay back the money!"

"I'll pay your mother back!"

The monk smiled at the man.

Suddenly his fingers spread apart.

A slap hit the man's face hard.

"Is your mother giving you a bloody face? If you don't pay back the money you owe, you still have to deal with the mud horse! Even the poor monks told you that those who don't pay back the money will be beasts in their next life. The mud horses in Gobi would rather be beasts than animals. Do you want to pay back the money? Do you like to be a beast so much? Do you have to let the poor monk reason with you like this? Are you trying to make a fool of yourself? If you don't pay back the money you owe, you are acting arrogant? The poor monk will destroy you on behalf of the Buddha today!"

clap clap...

The monk seemed to be a King Kong with angry eyes, and slapped the man with a big palm like raindrops on the face of the man whose face was full of pits.

The man's face was distorted.

Blood all over his face.

The owners of the ramen restaurant were both confused.

Yang Yuanlang, who was eating with his daughter next to him, was also confused.

Just now, I was thinking about whether to act bravely, but unexpectedly, the monk took action directly.

At first I thought he was a fake monk, but now I see that he is indeed a real monk who cultivates his mind.

Snapped!

Chen Xuanzian slapped the man hard on the face with a big mouth.

The man was lying on the ground, with blood all over his mouth and nose.

There was a cruel light in his eyes.

"You idiot, if you dare, kill me!"

Chen Xuanzhan turned around and took out the sword from his baggage.

He pulled out the knife with a cry.

There are four big characters engraved on the shiny blade.

Good morals!

There are four large characters engraved on the other side.

Dharma is boundless!

"The poor monk will let you taste the Buddhist teachings today!"

A knife!

The shop owner quickly hugged Chen Xuanzian's waist.

Clang!

The tip of the knife grazed the man's neck and hit the ground.

A crack was cut directly into the tile floor.

Sparks fly!

Chen Xuanzian pushed the shop owner away, holding a sword that was illuminated by the Buddha's light. He grabbed the man's head and pressed it on the table. With the sword in hand, he was about to send him to the animal realm to be reincarnated.

The man with a face full of pits was so frightened that he peed.

The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal ones, the horizontal ones are afraid of the life-threatening ones, and the life-less ones are afraid of the life-threatening ones.

He clearly felt that the monk in front of him was not joking. He really wanted him to experience the Buddhist teachings.

If you say you want to send him to the animal realm to be reincarnated, then send him to the animal realm to be reincarnated!

"I will pay back! I will pay back the money!!!"

The middle-aged man with a pitted face roared and put the side of his head on the table.

The sharp blade exuding Buddha's light has already cut through the sinful skin, leaving just a hair left to send him to hell to experience punishment.

My head relaxed.

From the corner of his eye, the man saw the monk sheathing his sword.

Hands together.

Smile and be kind.

"It's good, it's good. You can correct your mistakes if you know them. There is no greater good. Is my secret method of Buddhism still advanced?"

The man collapsed on the ground, his heart still beating wildly, "Gao Shen! Gao Shen!"

But it’s so profound!

He almost reached the Naihe Bridge.

The monk sat down and looked at the man calmly. The man immediately called to find a way to pay back the money.

The shop owner and his wife looked at the monk in front of them gratefully.

The landlady looked at the monk in front of her. When he first came to beg for alms and have a meal, she thought he was a liar. But when she saw that the monk was wearing rags and was tanned and skinny, she said he was hungry, so the landlady softened her heart and gave him to him. A bowl of noodles.

I didn’t expect that good karma would bear good fruit so quickly.

I silently thought in my heart that I must do more good deeds in the future.

Yang Yuanlang, who was eating in the corner, took another look at the monk.

I always feel that this monk is extraordinary.

After paying the money, Yang Yuanlang made another phone call.

Then he held his daughter and walked towards the door.

Taxis in small counties are not expensive. They only cost five yuan to travel around the city. After taking a taxi, Yang Yuanlang mentioned a place.

After arriving at the place.

Yang Yuanlang held his daughter and walked into an alley.

The alley is not deep.

Yang Yuanlang walked inside.

After a few steps.

Yang Yuanlang suddenly stopped.

He looked inside through the ajar door.

Two bodies lay on the ground.

In addition, there was a person kneeling.

There was a chair next to the kneeling man, holding a scimitar in his hand and pressing it against the kneeling man's neck.

"Yuen Long! Run!"

The kneeling man suddenly shouted.

Yang Yuanlang turned around and was about to run away.

Dozens of people emerged from all around the alley.

...

"Han, why has my goddess Su Su ignored me these past two days?" Xiang Feng handed Wang Han a bottle of cold beer.

Wang Han took a sip and said, "I don't know much about emotions. Feng, I did something with your face before."

Xiang Feng stiffened after hearing this.

"You won't get me another Qiao Yaya, right?"

"Are you that kind of person, buddy?"

"Others are debatable, but you definitely are! What did you do?"

Wang Han smacked his lips and said, "There is a swordsmith in the world named Man Wuxie. He said you know him. He also said he wanted to make a divine sword, but you are the only one in the world who can help him. After all, Calculating the time, the deadline is almost over, I calculated it, if I can get on this line, I can also get some equipment from him, what do you think?"

Xiang Feng looked at Wang Han and said, "You don't want Man Wuxie to help you make swords and equip your god cult, do you?"

Wang Han smiled awkwardly, "How can you say you are so smart all of a sudden?"

Xiang Feng snorted.

"You can help me if you want, but I have a request."

"The deputy leader is yours."

Xiang Feng was ecstatic.

Putting his arm around Wang Han's shoulders, "It would be great if women could understand me as well as you do. Women are too complicated!"

"So do you have any impression of Man Wuxie?" Wang Han took the opportunity to ask.

Man Wuxie recognized Xiang Feng at first.

Xiang Feng thought for a while, "Man Wuxie..."

Wang Han suddenly took out his cell phone, and when he heard that Yang Yuanlang was surrounded by people, Wang Han stood up in confusion.

"I'll be right there!"

...

Yang Yuanlang gasped, blood dripping from his chest.

Not far away, the courtyard door was wide open, and a person was sitting there.

His skin was pale, his neck was tilted forward, his head was tilted, and he had a sinister smile on his face.

The scimitar in his hand was pressed against the neck of the old man kneeling on the ground.

Yang Yuanlang roared angrily, "Here you go! Let me go!"

The man showed a sinister smile, "I want things too, and people...I want to kill them too!"

The blade cuts the skin.

Yang Yuanlang's eyes were red, and he roared and rushed up. People from all directions immediately surrounded him.

When the man cut his neck with a machete.

came a kind voice.

Living Buddha Zu'an stood at one end of the alley with his hands clasped together, his face benevolent.

"Amitabha, benefactor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"