Hanging Temple has an extraordinary significance to Xiangque. How great is this significance? It can be said that if the old monk of Hanging Temple had tattooed the Ten Palaces of Yama Picture on him, Xiangque would never be safe.
Live to this day.
The old Taoist in Gujingguan may have other ways to suppress the old tomb objects in Xiangque's body, but it is definitely not as easy as the Ten Palaces of Yamatu, so Xiangque has always admired Buddhism because of the old monk in the Hanging Temple.
In fact, after Xiang Que went to Zhongnan Mountain, he had the intention to come to Xuankong Temple to visit, but because Fujian was too far away, he was entangled with a lot of things and was so fucked by Wuxia clone, so he had been dragging him down and never had a chance to come.
Putian Hanging Temple, this time I happened to pass by Fujian and happened to encounter something about Maro Village, so Xiang Que felt that he might as well go to Hanging Temple.
But Xiang Que only knew that Hanging Temple was located in Meizhou Island in Putian, but he didn't know where the specific location was. Fortunately, this place is not too big and it shouldn't be too troublesome to find it.
Unraveling evil spirits and reincarnation of dead souls, only Buddhist supernatural powers can be at ease. Master Mingjing from the Hanging Temple once came out of the mountain to save the dead souls twice, one in the war era, and the other in the major earthquake in more than seven years. Master Mingjing
He traveled the world with his own strength for nearly ten years, and saved countless unjust souls who died after two major disasters.
Wang Xuanzhen drove and drove to Putian and Jinru city in the morning and afternoon.
"You are Feng'er, I am Sha... lingering to the end of the world..." Wang Xuanzhen shook his head and tail while driving the car while singing.
Xu Hang rolled down the car window, and a heat wave suddenly came to his face at a high temperature of 37 or 8 degrees outside, but Xu Hang still looked at it and took a breath with a comfortable breath, as if he was extremely comfortable.
Xiang Que glanced at him, wiped his sweat and said, "You can't stand it, right?"
"Fellow Daoist, I feel that while enjoying this hot wind, listening to the sound of the car horn outside, it is more beautiful than the songs singed by the fat man in front of me. I am really not lying. I can play with a carousel for a day without even having to play with it on a carousel.
The person with a headache was actually sick when he was in this car. What kind of thing he was singing was so nauseous," Xu Hang said with a confused look on his face.
"Oh, this is pretty good. Let me tell you, if he is drinking some wine and howling twice, he can sing you to doubt your life. Do you believe it?" Xiang Que slanted his eyes and sighed with great emotion.
"It's so mysterious," Xu Hang asked blankly.
"It's necessary, people need money to sing, but we, Pangpang, are deadly to sing," Xiang Queting said melancholy.
Xu Hang tilted his head and sighed, "I am in my twenties, why are you still living like Andersen's fairy tales every day?"
“Crouch…………”
"Bang" The car suddenly stopped suddenly, and Wang Xuanzhen braked suddenly, but the people in the car still heard a loud noise and suddenly leaned forward.
"Crash, crashed the car?" Xu Hang looked at Xiang Que in a cold sweat and said, "This fat man's singing is quite penetrating. It actually affected everyone in the lane. It's really hard for him to sing."
"Drip, drip, drip, drip," Fatty Wang honked his horn wildly, and said in a slander: "The solid line is still not turning, so I'm not so anxious to rush to reincarnate."
In front, a Bentley parked in the driveway, and a dimple appeared in the rear bumper, which was deflated.
"Bang, bang" Bentley's driver and co-pilot got off at the same time, both of whom were not old. Then, after walking to the trunk and opening it, he took out a baseball stick from inside, turned around and walked to the car behind, without saying a word
He said he was holding a stick and smashed it at the front windshield and the body of the car.
"Crazy..."
"Bang, bang, bang" After a series of loud noises, the car was smashed to pieces.
Fatty Wang in the car was stunned: "For... Why?"
Yes, Fatty Wang didn't understand this problem. It was obvious that the other party violated the rules first, and the implementation of the road and the car was rear-ended, but they seemed to be quite reasonable, so they got up and smashed it.
A few minutes later, their car was smashed and deformed, the front hood was full of big pits, the side windows on both sides of the car's windshield were also broken, and the glass slags splashed everywhere and collapsed into the car.
Yang Fei'er in the co-pilot was frightened and screamed, because her beautiful little face was cut by a piece of splattered glass, and her face was bleeding.
After the "bang" was smashed, the young man outside pointed at the baseball bat and said, "Come on, get off the car, I'm talking to you about compensation."
"Is the folk customs in this place always so fierce?" Xiang Que turned his head blankly and asked Xu Hang next to him.
Xu Hang swallowed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, the people of Fujian are still very friendly, but the customs in Putian are indeed a little bit floating."
"What's wrong? Putian is not under Fujian's jurisdiction? Are bandits in power?" Xiang Que asked with his eyes slanted.
"The people in this place have money and they all open hospitals. They are too tough to do so. One-third of the private hospitals in the country are run by them," Xu Hang said, wiping his sweat.
"Big baby, how is it? My face is... Is my face blurry?" Fatty Wang in front was shocked. It was a trivial matter to have a car smashed because they didn't lack cars at all, but Yang Fei'er's face would be
It’s broken, this is directly related to Wang Xuanzhen’s aesthetic in the next half of his life.
Yang Fei'er was frightened and reached out to wipe her face. The blood was stained with tears and tears fell down.
"Wow!" Yang Fei'er covered her face and cried.
"Old, husband, is it disfigured? My face is bleeding, disfigured," Yang Fei'er asked stutter.
"It's not that serious, a little skin is broken, a small problem." Wang Xuanzhen was a little bit squeaked by Yang Fei'er's very gentle husband, and then she suddenly became a little angry.
If the car is bought by money, you can buy it again, but your wife is yours!
"I have to let these two fools know a problem. The King of Hell has been waiting for a short schedule, so I am ready to pick them up at any time." Wang Xuanzhen opened the car door and got out of the car with a fire.
Xiang Que licked his lips and said, "I have known this fat man for so long and I don't lie at all. The first time I saw him get so angry, I feel like the sky is falling and the earth is cracking."
That's right, Wang Xuanzhen usually looks like a harmless fat man, blinking his little triangle every day and smiling when he sees everyone. It's very rare when he loses his temper and gets angry, even if he is almost bitten by the corpse king.
I wasn't very angry when I died, but Wang Xuan was really a little scared today.
"A man is angry and blood splashes for five steps?" Xu Hang swallowed his saliva and said with fear.