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Chapter 316 The False Monk of Putuo Temple

"This! What is this?" Xiao Yang couldn't help asking.

The voice was very small, and even Xiao Yang, who was talking, couldn't hear what he was saying! But even this sound still made the villain in front of him stop and watch suspiciously.

After a long time, these villains seemed to be worried, so they simply took the stick and retreated according to the same path.

"Boss, what is this? Is there really a villain?" Xiao Yang asked stutteringly.

I looked at Xiao Yang helplessly: "I said, can't you be more stable? You're good if you don't let you speak!"

"Boss! This video alone is worth it! Is this world really a villain? It's really a villain!" Xiao Yang didn't care at all and still held his camera excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Okay! Can your camera see what you are taking? You're excited after you finish watching it first!" I said helplessly. I really have nothing to say about this guy!

"Of course, I'll go to the car now. Then the player." Xiao Yang was excited and ran over with his legs. The speed was 100 meters.

"Don't!" I had only had time to say one word, and saw Xiao Yang jumping into the car.

Immediately afterwards, the business car rushed down the mountain as if it was going crazy.

"Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, and my body turned electric, and followed the business car to chase him.

With my current strength, it is no problem to have four or five hundred kilograms in one hand, but the net weight of this business car has reached more than two tons. Even if I catch up, I can't stop the car. The only thing I can do is to pull Xiao Yang off the car.

"Ahhhhh!" I opened the car door and grabbed Xiao Yang who was shouting unconsciously with his mouth open, watching the business car rush into the valley.

"Get out!" Seeing this, Xiao Yang's screams were everywhere in his ears, and his arms and legs were still struggling rhythmically. He immediately threw the two-dollar on a flat grass next to him.

Xiao Yang felt pain, and then he took it over, reached out and touched his cheek. After a while, he suddenly laughed: "Oh! Good fortune and life are great, and there will be good fortune in the future! I can't die. Should I envy myself or admire myself!"

I naturally chose to ignore this guy's dream talk. Looking at the business car that rolled down at the foot of the mountain and turned into a pile of scrap iron, I could only sigh. This guy has just bought a car that has been less than three days! Is this guy Xiao Yang professionally cheated his teammates?

Xiao Yang didn't realize it at all. While reacting, this guy's first reaction was to look at the camera in his hand, the cashback was intact, and immediately connect with the player.

"What! Rat! Isn't it a villain? Where did the villain go? Where did my villain country go?" Xiao Yang looked at the end of the camera like crazy.

The villain who was originally dressed in fashion turned into groups of mice, constantly spinning around the car. Three half-foot-long mice stood aside and kept sitting in various strange movements. The smaller mice were crawling around inside and outside the car.

"Okay! Get up! Now you should think about how we can go back." I said angrily.

"Boss, I'm not dreaming! I just now saw a group of villains dancing strange dances around the car." Xiao Yang said aggrievedly.

The tears of a big man could not arouse my pity at this moment. On the contrary, I really wanted to kick this guy down.

"Boss, it will be time for the next supernatural program in three days!" Xiao Yang looked at me and said pitifully.

"Oh!" I sighed and continued, "Is there any small camera for you? Find a way to get one. Let's go and visit Putuo Temple later."

"Master, let's not follow the rules in the temple!" Jiao Tong said embarrassedly.

Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have been in peace. It is not that there is no contradiction, but that there is an unwritten rule between these two sects, that is, Buddhism and Taoism are not the same. They do their own things on their own territory. Now my opinion is obviously crossing this red line.

"Hmph, what's wrong with the rules? I want to know why these monks raise so many mice and harm the people?" I snorted coldly and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Ten minutes later, Mao Xueshang drove an extended Lincoln and hurried to the foot of the mountain to meet us.

"Brother-in-law, there is something fun, why don't you call me on me!" Mao Xueshang said in a very upset in the car.

"It's fun, right? How about being a monk?" I said lightly with a sneer on the corner of my mouth.

"Being a monk? Brother-in-law, you can't think so! Although my sister has been married to the Zhu family, it's just a situation. As for the final decision, it depends on my sister's meaning." Mao Xueshang was stunned and hurriedly persuaded.

"It's not me, it's you who are going to be a monk. Don't you think it's fun? It won't take long to find that being a monk will be very exciting." I shook my head and said.

"You mean, there is something wrong with Putuo Temple." Mao Xueshang's eyes lit up and said excitedly.

"That's it! Brother Mao, you don't know the thrilling moment! The car we were in ran by ourselves. Also, a large group of mice looked like a group of people from the villain country, and they could dance! Brother Mao, you don't know! I didn't miss it at that time when I was holding the camera at all. There was also the last critical moment, and I jumped out of the car with the camera and the playback converter desperately!"

"Who are you?" Mao Xue interrupted without hesitation, with stars still emitting in her eyes and mouth foam flying everywhere. She felt very unhappy. No matter how she looked at this guy, she seemed to have intentions for him.

Xiao Yang's face did not blush and his heart was not beating. He looked at Mao Xueshang affectionately as if he was looking at his first love: "That Brother Mao, Xiao Yang, the director of the supernatural film crew, I'm following Boss Ni. Brother Mao, you're worth a lot of extra Lincoln!"

Mao Xueshang was very unhappy. He saw this look too much. He understood very well what this means. He never regarded himself as an ordinary person in his eyes, but as a human-shaped monster that could move and be made of pure gold.

However, Xiao Yang said he was having sex with his brother-in-law! Mao Xueshang didn't know how to deal with this guy for a while, so he simply closed his mouth and ignored him directly.

"Mao Xueshang, we'll go back later. Change to a micro camera. Come to Putuo Temple again. Haven't you always wanted to excite it? This time I'll let you go in with Xiao Yang, and Jiao Tong and others will protect you." I interrupted Xiao Yang and said.

"Miniature camera! No need to reply to me, I have it. Hehe!" Mao Xueshang smiled ambiguously. He reached out and took off a button-sized camera from the sun visor in front of the car.

"Wow! There is only one latest model in the entire TV station. Can I really use it?" Xiao Yang stretched out his hand and wanted to get it.

"Well, take it away." Mao Xueshang was not stingy and handed it to Xiao Yang directly. This lengthening Lincoln was not his own, and it was unnecessary to put it in the car. Mao Xueshang gave it to Xiao Yang without thinking.

Xiao Yang's eyes were full of stars, and his eyes looked at Mao Xueshang even more hot.

"Okay, okay, go to Putuo Temple." I waved my hand, interrupted the ambiguous picture, and urged me.

From the foot of the mountain, follow the road of Putuo Temple and head straight to the mountain gate.

Along the way, Xiao Yang talked endlessly and seemed to have done a lot of investigations into Putuo Temple.

The Putuo Temple has not been built for a long time, just in the past two years. The original advertisement caused more sensation in Shanghai, the Tini Paradise in Meiliguo. To this day, the incense of Putuo Temple is very lush and seems to be very effective.

Xiao Yang has quite a complaint about this.

"What monk! People nowadays want to be exciting, but they are fiddled with like fools. Many of the monks there are acquaintances. They used to set up fortune tellers on the streets, and there was one more outrageous one. They were extras I hired, but this guy turned into a master Shangdeng."

Xiao Yang's expression was very exaggerated, which made Mao Xueshang and I laugh all the way. After contacting each other, they immediately felt much better at Xiao Yang. This guy seemed to be not only a few thoughts but also a bit naughty, but he seemed pretty good!

At the mountain gate, there was a monk Zhike who had already been waiting in the parking space with his hands folded and smiling.

Mao Xueshang got off the car first, and the monk's eyes lit up. He was knowledgeable and naturally recognized that the young man who got off the car's clothes were in line with the requirements! These girls are all customized versions! There is no comparison with those famous luxury goods, and this is the treatment only for the real upper class. Such a person is just a driver, so the status of the person in the car behind can be imagined.

But the next second, the monk's expression became confused and surprised! Jeans, leather shoes on the street, and casual jackets! This is just a silk thread! Could it be rented for this extended Lincoln? It's not right! Can you afford to rent a poor silk thread? The rent for a day costs more than 100,000 yuan!

"The donor, I am a monk, who is here to invite the donor according to the abbot's instructions. The abbot told him that the donor was a distinguished guest and the temple was simple. Please give the donor to condescend and take a sightseeing bus."

Despite his doubts, the Zhike monk still put on an unpredictable and profound image and said in his hands.

I smiled slightly. This is really a routine! If an ordinary person doesn't understand the inside story, he will definitely believe it. For the abbot who actively invites him, he will first feel a little more awe from the bottom of his heart. What is left is a series of routines.

I can't see through it at a glance. As a metaphysician, I really understand that being able to predict future things is not something that ordinary metaphysicians can do. Such people will reach the realm of Earth Immortals, which is above level nine! Will such people exist? Or are they greedy and wealth-making figures in this downtown city!

Of course this is impossible. The most earthly immortals and ordinary things are like dung. They are another level of existence, and ordinary people are just ants under their feet.
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