He kept yelling in his heart, but now he was more frightened. He had already sensed danger on Ling Qiule's twisted face.
"Maler Gobi, the facts are here and you still don't admit it?"
Ling Qiule cursed and shouted outside: "Come in here and beat him hard."
When several burly men heard their master's anger and gave orders, of course they had to show off and ran in with fierce expressions on their faces.
The monk was stunned for a moment, and then his first reaction was to run quickly.
He knew very well that although he was a monk, he knew nothing about Shaolin Kungfu, not even the abbot knew it, let alone himself.
I originally thought that with the Buddha as a shield, I would have no worries about food and clothing and would be respected by others, but now it's better, I can't avoid being beaten. This is the first time I have encountered this since I became a monk.
Of course, his long-term pampering made him not agile. As soon as he ran to the door, he was grabbed by several big men, dragged back and kicked and punched.
The crackling sound and the monk's scream were particularly harsh in the hall...
"Stop!" Zhang Yang shouted, and several big men stopped involuntarily, and everyone's eyes focused on him again.
After a pause, he continued: "How can you act so recklessly in front of the Buddha in the main hall? If there is blood, the Buddha's anger will definitely lead to a bloody disaster."
What he said was plausible and upright, and his posture and tone were like the spokesperson of Buddha.
"You damn kids, who told you to hit people? What should you do if you anger the Buddha?"
Ling Qiule's grandma had been panicking for a long time, and she believed deeply in Zhang Yang. When she heard what he said, she felt even more frightened. She stepped forward and punched her grandson, and cursed regardless of his identity.
Feng Yanran and Shen Xue were dumbfounded, wondering why everyone listened to him so much? Is it just for this little pretense?
They definitely wouldn't believe in Buddha or anything like that. They knew that it was true that Zhang Yang liked to play tricks on people, and they also knew that it was definitely him who did it, but they still didn't understand how he did it.
The big men didn't dare to fight anymore. When Ling Qiule saw her grandma getting angry, she was stunned and didn't know what to do.
"Thanks."
The monk clutched his stomach and got up with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know whether he was thanking the kind Zhang Yang or the Buddha.
These people did not dare to hit themselves because they were afraid of Buddha's anger, and Zhang Yang stopped everyone, which was considered a help to him. After all, it was impossible to expect Buddha to come out and stop these people.
"Ahem..."
Zhang Yang ignored the monk, coughed twice and continued: "You can drag him outside and beat him."
The old lady was stunned. She regarded Zhang Yang's words as a god. Since he said he could fight, it didn't matter and she would definitely not stop him again.
Whoever let the monk deceive him with a fake incense bundle and let himself be blamed by the Buddha did not show his anger. Beating the monk was considered a normal punishment.
The monk's eyes were filled with angry flames. He wanted to curse, but he had no chance.
"Drag him out and beat him."
Ling Qiule waved his hand with a sinister smile, and a few big men dragged the monk out of the hall. A moment later, there were bursts of screams.
"The Buddha is so angry, how can we solve it?" Ling Qiule's grandma finally couldn't help but ask.
After struggling for a long time, the whole story was finally figured out, and the deceitful monk was beaten. However, how to calm down the Buddha's anger was a problem that made her tangled up.
"No solution is needed."
Zhang Yang continued with a smile on his face: "As long as he eats fast and chants Buddha's name, and often offers incense to his old man devoutly, that's all."
"It's that simple?"
"Old lady, how can you say that?"
Zhang Yang pretended to be dissatisfied and continued: "You didn't do such a simple thing well, didn't you? Otherwise, how could the Buddha blame you?"
His words at this time were merciless, and he was originally meant to tease her.
Although she is an old woman, from her attitude towards Aunt Xu just now, it is obvious that she is an arrogant and arrogant old lady. She should be taught to be more compassionate, open-minded and kind to others.
"Yes, yes." Ling Qiule's grandma nodded hurriedly, but she felt very uncomfortable in her heart, and her old face was full of embarrassment.
After seeing Ling Qiule following her out, Zhang Yang leaned into her ear and whispered: "Old lady, there is something you don't know whether to say or not?"
"Tell me, tell me." Ling Qiule's grandmother said in a trembling voice.
She thought to herself, if you just say no, it's over? What else can you do when you get this job? Do you dare not let you say it?
"From the looks of it, you and your grandson are incompatible with each other. They are naturally incompatible..."
"Zhang Yang, let's go back." Feng Yanran's pretty face was angry, she stepped forward and gave him a hand.
She thought to herself, this is too bad for you, it doesn't matter if you are fooling around, this old lady and her grandson are not good people in the first place, and they should be punished.
But if you have a natural conflict with each other, how can the grandma and her grandson get along in the same home if they don't fight with each other every day? This makes her feel very cruel.
She is not angry at Zhang Yang, but is naturally soft-hearted. Although she is usually very domineering in company management and business, her life experience as an orphan makes her extremely fragile.
"This...how can we crack it?"
Ling Qiule's grandmother burst into tears, showing the sadness and entanglement in her heart as she continued: "He is my grandson, he can't..."
Grandma loves her grandson more than she saves gold. This common saying can illustrate the love between people of different generations. But now they are incompatible with each other. How can I accept this?
"This isn't difficult either."
Her heartbroken look made Zhang Yang start to soften, and he explained hurriedly: "To put it bluntly, as long as you discipline him strictly, let him do less evil and do more good deeds, so that the Buddha can bless you and offset you."
This kind of incompatible fate between them."
If he said these words normally, any normal person would rush over and slap him in the face. Who wouldn't be able to hear such pretentious words?
But in front of Ling Qiule's grandma, through a series of treatments, it was easy to fall into such a mysterious thing as cutting off incense, and because the old brain was not very bright, she naturally believed in him.
"It's easy to say, easy to say, I will strictly discipline you." Ling Qiule's grandma was immediately relieved when she heard what he said.
She is still very clear about her grandson's virtues. The doting on him since childhood turned him into a playboy, and it is true that he has caused a lot of trouble. It seems that it is time for retribution.
Thinking of these things, I must strictly discipline them when I return home to atone for my sins.
"That's it, old lady, I'm in a bit of a hurry to go back first." Before Zhang Yang could finish speaking, he was pulled out by Feng Yanran.
"Thank you." Grandma Ling Qiule's choked voice came from behind.
…
Outside the main hall, even the abbot wearing a brand-new cassock ran out, saying good words to dissuade several big men to avoid killing people.
Needless to say, the monk had no decorations in the main hall. When he came out, his face was naturally glowing red, and his true face was no longer visible. He was curled up on the ground and screaming *incessantly.
It's just as it should be. It's supposed to teach people to be good, but it makes them smell like copper.
If there really was a Buddha, he would definitely chop them with a kitchen knife to relieve his hatred, Zhang Yang thought secretly in his heart.
Ling Qiule had a trouble-making personality, and he had a sinister smile on his face at this moment. But the child didn't know yet that he would be faced with a storm of grievances when he returned home, at least he wouldn't be as cool as he is now.
The afternoon passed so quietly. The air in the suburbs was fresh and the sunset was infinitely beautiful, making people feel relaxed and happy.
"How did you break the incense bundle?" Shen Xue asked curiously as she drove her car.
"Yeah, I'm also wondering, how could the incense bunch break?" Feng Yanran was naturally equally curious.
"Of course it is the Buddha who appears. Do you think he is easy to deceive?"
Zhang Yang leaned on the back seat, squinting his eyes and answering proudly.
"Tch, who are you kidding?"
"That's right, pretending to be mysterious and mysterious."
Hearing that he refused to say anything, Shen Xue didn't bother to ask anymore. Feng Yanran twisted his waist hard and felt annoyed when she saw his manipulative expression.
"You won't believe me if I tell you, let alone understand. It's better not to say anything." Zhang Yang hurriedly avoided.
…
This is true, Shen Xue and Feng Yanran also know that the blood coagulation and the subduing of the evil spirits in the villa happened to them.
They all knew Zhang Yang's technique, but they didn't understand the mystery of it at all, so they didn't bother to ask any more questions.
"I'll treat you to dinner tonight." Shen Xue said with a smile.
"No, you go home and spend more time with your family."
Zhang Yang pretended to be understanding and concerned, then paused and continued: "Just send us back to the hotel. Sister Yanran and I have some very important work that we need to discuss."
After Feng Yanran heard it, she understood what he meant. After all, when had he ever cared about work? Important work needs to be studied and discussed. Isn't that nonsense?
He must have meant something about men and women, and his pretty face turned red immediately when he thought of this. Fortunately, he was sitting behind Shen Xue, so she didn't notice the change in his face.
"Tch, what important work can I do?"
Shen Xue naturally knew his character. After finishing her words with disdain, she immediately said with a look of enlightenment: "I understand. We must be discussing the matter of providing styptic powder to the military region, right? This matter is indeed quite important."
Hearing her words, Feng Yanran was even dumbfounded...
"No, it's more important than this..."
Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, Feng Yanran couldn't help but kicked him hard. She was worried that if Shen Xue continued to ask questions, she would have no reason to explain.
"Then what kind of job is it, Sister Yanran?" Shen Xue asked really reluctantly.
"Even if the company is planning to find a celebrity spokesperson to advertise in Beidu, it's actually not as important as he said."
"That's not what I'm talking about, it's more important than this." Zhang Yang interjected with a smirk.
"Shut up..." Feng Yanran became angry and punched him twice.
"Forget it, I know he's just talking nonsense."
When Shen Xue saw her getting angry, she thought Zhang Yang's nonsensical character had annoyed her, so she didn't think much about it and stopped asking questions with a wave of her hand. (To be continued)