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Fenghua Temple is the largest temple around Tianshuang City. There is an endless flow of people here every day, and countless people come to worship the Buddha.

A large amount of gold and silver is collected by Fenghua Temple every day.

Although its name has the word temple, although there are countless golden bodies of Buddha and Bodhisattva enshrined here.But it can no longer be said to be a temple.

There is no original Buddhist belief here, and there is no sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures in the morning and evening.Only the Buddhist disciples polluted by money and a host who has completely changed his appearance are left.

The vast and majestic hall.

A dozen or so young men in black carried water tanks one after another and placed them in the corner of the hall.Fa Jian watched all this happen with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, looking very indifferent.

He is 53 years old, wearing a red and yellow cassock, with a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, a string of Buddhist beads on his hands, and a ring scar on his head. He looks extremely solemn and mysterious.

"My lord, there are 12 of them, all of whom are top-notch in the villages and towns below. Our brothers kept on going along the way, and our actions were very measured. The price may need to rise a bit."

After moving the water tank, a young man came out of a group of young people, looked at Fa Jian, and spoke with great enthusiasm.

It's the first time he's come out to do this kind of thing.

He was always puzzled that they worked so hard to do this kind of thing, and they only got so little money.

But no one dares to refute?

The other party is just a temple abbot with dirty thoughts, why don't you just speak out and ask for the rights you deserve?
Hearing what he said, the people behind the boy subconsciously took two steps back and lowered their heads.

This kid was really stunned, but it's also my fault that they didn't explain the habitual force of the law view clearly, but they only knew this kid for less than half a day.It's not relative, why should I kindly remind him?

Fa Jian looked at his playful smile, but there was still no wave on his face.

"You are not the first, nor the last. But this is the last time I make a move. If someone still talks to me like this next time, you don't have to do this deal again."

After saying this, Fajian started directly.

The Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly shattered, and one of them turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing out in an instant, piercing through the head of the talking boy.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the young man fell to the ground weakly, his eyes widened, and there was no decisiveness in his eyes.

"Clean this place up and go, the Buddhist holy land should not be killed at will."

Fa Jian stretched out his hand and waved the cassock.

The rest of the men in black hurried out, a group of people carried away the boy's body, and a group of people squatted down and wiped the blood on the ground with their own clothes.

They are skilled in their movements, and it seems that this is not the first time they have done this kind of thing.

Behind him, there were intermittent shouts and crisp knocking sounds from the dozen or so water tanks.

Fajian clasped his palms together and recited Amitabha.

What he didn't know was that a crack suddenly appeared on one of the water tanks.

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Chen Mo and the second-generation blood clan just got out of the carriage and walked to Fenghua Temple.

Looking at the tall and serious plaque above his head, Chen Mo raised his eyebrows: "How much money did this guy save? Even the plaque is made of gold. This evil force should be eliminated as soon as possible!"

He flicked his robe, and led the second-generation blood race toward the interior of the temple.

Together with the pedestrians who went to Shangxiang to worship, the two did not arouse the suspicion of others along the way, after all, they also looked very ordinary.

The two followed the pedestrians all the way forward. After passing through two halls, they came to a remote corner. When they looked up, there was also a hall in front of them.

Walking to the side of the main hall, Chen Mo saw a young monk with delicate features from the outside, sitting on the Buddha statue and getting off the futon.The reason why I saw him was because this guy was counting silver coins under the Buddha.

He picked up the silver coins on the ground one by one and put them into his cuffs, smiling every time he put one in.

"It can be said that this temple is crooked from top to bottom!"

Chen Mo thought to himself.

He walked forward directly with the second-generation blood around him.

As soon as Chen Mo and the two walked behind the little monk, the little monk turned his head quickly and quickly hid the silver on the ground and in his sleeves.

"This benefactor, if you defeat Monk Xiang, please go to the nearby Anshen Temple."

The little monk stood up, lowered his head and said politely.

Chen Mo looked at him, and suddenly said: "I have a deal of 10 taels of silver to host with you, please let this little brother know."

10 taels of silver!

Hearing this number, the little monk was shocked.

How long will it take him to save so much money?

But at this time, he was not confused, smiled at Chen Mo, and left here in a hurry. Naturally, the host personally decided on such a large amount of silver transactions.

Chen Mo looked at his leaving back and didn't speak.

Using this as an excuse was something he had just thought of. He just tried it, but he didn't expect it to succeed directly.After all, he saw that a young monk in this gorgeously decorated temple was so greedy for money, so their presiding officer thought it would be even more so.

Before long, Chen Mo saw a middle-aged man in a red and yellow cassock walking towards him slowly.

"Amitabha! I don't know what kind of business this benefactor wants to do with the poor monk!"

Fa Jian looked upright and said slowly.

Looking at his appearance, Chen Mo felt very strange that a monk who practiced in a temple could talk about such things as doing business so plainly.

It's time for this temple!

"I don't know what kind of business the host can do here?"

Chen Mo asked back.

Fa Jian frowned suddenly on his face without any waves: "Isn't this benefactor not clear here? If the benefactor is sincerely doing business, then let's talk about it straight to the point. If the benefactor has no such intentions, we will Don't blame the poor monk's Buddhist beads for being blind!"

Buddha beads have no eyes!

Chen Mo took a deep breath.

What a law opinion, judging from this posture, if I don't do business with him, I will kill myself directly.

Chen Mo's perception of this temple was extremely bad in his heart, and with a thought, he was ready to directly change this view and return the place to peace.

However, before he could make a move, he heard a rush of footsteps, and then a young monk ran over staggeringly.

"It's not good, host! Those guys ran out and injured several of our senior brothers!"

The little monk seemed really anxious, and he didn't care about Chen Mo and the two next to him at all.

Fajian changed his face.

"How many times have I told you to practice martial arts more when you have time! I only know how to indulge in material desires all day long, and now I can't even deal with a few women. It's really embarrassing to me!"