Fang Zheng took a step forward every time he said a word. He said one hundred and thirty-four words in one breath, taking one hundred and thirty-four steps! Every step was taken just right, as if he was stepping on the man's heartbeat node.
!Fang Zheng’s words were sonorous and powerful, and each word struck the man’s heart like a hammer!
And the man, who was already feeling guilty, was overtaken by Fang Zheng and instantly gained the upper hand in momentum. Then, like a huge wave in the sea, it pushed to a climax step by step. Each wave of momentum was higher than the other, crazily hitting his soul.
door wall.
At that moment, he was afraid and subconsciously stepped back!
Fang Zheng stepped forward, then took a step back! Following the one hundred and thirty-four words, the last word fell!
It was like the judge wrote, the county magistrate filed the case, and the judge dropped the hammer! The man actually thought that he had scolded all the monks as beggars. His heart felt weak, his feet softened, and he knelt in front of Fang Zheng with a thud!
As soon as he knelt down, he suddenly came back to his senses and said in his heart: That's not right! He didn't think so!
He raised his head and was about to say something, but he saw the monk who was filled with indignation just now suddenly smiled at him and said: "Donor, if you know you are wrong, kneel down, be good..."
puff!
After the man heard the cry of obedience, he was depressed from being oppressed by Fang Zheng's aura, and was stimulated by the countless jeers around him, coupled with Ruan Tianxing's look of death, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Come out and turn into red smoke in the sky!
Fang Zheng quickly stepped back and said: "Amitabha, the donor repented with blood, and the poor monk accepted it."
Hearing this, the man cursed angrily: "You poor monk, you have a great mouth, but if you talk nonsense, you are also a poor man!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a shout from the other side: "Who said the master is a poor monk?"
As he spoke, there was a roar of motors, and then supercars rushed over with a series of roars, followed by a fleet of Rolls-Royces, and in the middle was an extended version of Rolls-Royce.
!At the end is still the supercar behind the pad, the motor roars!
As soon as the convoy appeared, everyone subconsciously stepped back to make way for the convoy!
The luxury car that originally looked so dazzling was instantly eclipsed in front of the convoy!
The taxi driver who had originally sent Fang Zheng here but hadn't left yet and was still watching the bustle saw the fight and was so frightened that he quickly moved the car and exclaimed: "Oh my god, I actually pulled a car and walked in."
The eminent monk of Faxiang Mountain! Haha... I want to buy lottery tickets when I go back!"
Then the guy ran away quickly to prevent the eminent monk from remembering his previous cynicism and settling a score with him.
The motorcade slowly stopped behind Fang Zheng, and then a man came over respectfully, bowed to Fang Zheng and said: "Master Fang Zheng, you are a Chinese living Buddha with a respected status. You don't like the tricks of mortals, but there are
When you are young, without this trick, it is easy for the little devils to make trouble."
The person coming is none other than the man who picked up Fang Zheng from the airport before, Wang Can!
Fang Zheng didn't expect Wang Can to come, let alone that this guy would come in such a timely manner!
Fang Zheng never thought that just a seminar would require so much packaging! Although he didn't like it, he had to say that Wang Can was right! Sometimes, some things are not necessary, but when they are not available,
It’s really easy to attract ghosts!
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It's okay, the poor monk is a monk. If he encounters a ghost, he will immediately save it. Donor Ruan, is the poor monk right?"
"Humph!" At this point, what can Ruan Tianxing say? He said that he could never regain his lost face! He turned around and left!
The kneeling man quickly got up, chased after him and asked, "Boss, are you not going in?"
"Get out!" Ruan Tianxing dumped all his anger on the other party. Go in? He just said before that he couldn't enter without an invitation. Now that he didn't have an invitation, what would he do?
"Hush!" Many Chinese reporters booed.
Ruan Tianxing left faster.
"Haha, I know you can't offend Master Crooked, and whoever offends him will be in trouble!"
"Living Buddha, you want to fight with the Living Buddha? You don't care how much you weigh."
"hey-hey……"
When Fang Zheng heard these words, he waved to everyone as a greeting, and then said to the two security personnel: "Two donors, can the poor monk come in now?"
"Master, please come inside." The two security guards stepped aside and made an invitation gesture.
Fang Zheng naturally held his head high and walked into Dharma Mountain with Basong who looked confused but extremely excited.
At this moment, a YN reporter shouted: "Does any of you have a photo of host Fang Zheng getting out of the car? I still need this photo for my news!"
"No...deleted!"
"Damn, I deleted mine too!"
"Damn, this photo alone would be complete news!"
…
"I have it!" shouted a Chinese reporter.
The next moment, a group of reporters shouted.
"Brother, share one piece and I'll give you the money."
"I'll give it too!"
…
"Not for sale!" The reporter burst into laughter and ran away. There was a lot of curses behind him...
At this moment, Fang Zheng has walked into Faxiang Mountain. Inside Faxiang Mountain is a hotel. The decoration of the hotel is antique and quite Zen-like, but it does not copy the temple. After all, some people are not used to living in temples.
of.
The hotel is like a pyramid, but it is different from a pyramid. You can walk directly to the center through the straight corridor. However, in the center is not a bar, but a Bagua mirror. The Bagua mirror corresponds to eight doors and eight elevators, leading to the top floor.
Standing in the middle, Fang Zheng discovered that the decoration style of Faxiang Mountain is different on each floor! The first floor is the style of YN country, then the Buddhist style, then the fairy style, martial arts style, Western magic style, and paradise.
Style...etc.
There are even many themed elements in it, such as Shanghai Beach, Arc de Triomphe, Eiffel Tower, etc...
On each floor, on the fence facing the middle, there is a statue of a god or sage.
From the bottom up, you can see celebrities from the East and the West, such as the founding fathers of China, the Western poet Victor Hugo, etc. From the top up, you gradually push towards the ancient times, the great emperors of various parties, ancient saints, etc. And further up are the gods, Buddhas, and the heavenly beings.
The gods are all lifelike, and without exception, they are all overlooking the center of the earth! It is as if standing at the Eight Trigrams in the middle is being looked directly at by the gods in the sky and the sages of ancient and modern times!
That feeling is definitely not a good one. If someone who has done something wrong has a poor psychological quality, he will probably kneel down on the spot.
That kind of pressure from another time and space is really awkward.
"No wonder no one is staying here. Standing here, it's like being noticed by the gods. It's so uncomfortable." Basong muttered, glancing at Fang Zheng, who was extremely natural and comfortable: "Master, why are you so relaxed? Look at you.