President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Dragon

"Amitabha!"

Seeing that Shen Nian chose to go in, the old monk didn't say anything, and he didn't stop him. He just put his hands together, closed his eyes, and said a Buddha's name.

Gongsunli also wanted to go in, but was blocked by the old monk.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, this place is not destined for you, please wait here for a while!"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said calmly.

Gongsunli opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he chose to shut up and waited obediently outside.

……

Shen Nian didn't know what happened behind him, he had already entered the side hall at this time.

Inside, it is not spacious, but a golden Buddha statue is enshrined directly in front of it.

Shen Nian frowned, feeling a little weird.

From the moment he stepped into this side hall, he felt as if someone was watching him in the dark.

He spread his mental power, but found nothing.

The side hall is only so big, his spiritual power can cover it all, there is no place to hide at all.

However, Shen Nian's intuition told Shen Nian that this side hall was not so simple.

If it is an ordinary side hall, the old monk has no need to guard outside.

There must be something hidden here.

Thoughtful, he looked at the golden Buddha statue directly in front of him.

There is only such a Buddha statue in the entire side hall. If there is any problem, it must be on the Buddha statue.

He concentrated all his spiritual power on the Buddha statue, wanting to explore the secrets of the Buddha statue.

But he didn't want to, his mental power was bounced away the moment he touched the Buddha statue.

Ok?

Shen Nian's expression changed.

This situation has never happened.

With a serious expression on his face, he took two steps forward, wanting to observe the Buddha statue up close.

However, just when he was one meter away from the Buddha statue, a sudden sound of the Buddha's name sounded.

【Amitabha】

This Buddha name does not have any source, it seems to appear out of thin air from the bottom of Shen Nian's heart.

Shen Nian stood on the spot, his movements a little stalemate.

In his sight, the Buddha statue in front of him was changing, and the golden paint on his body gradually faded, turning into an old monk with a sad face.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and recited the Buddha's name in his mouth.

Shen Nian's pupils suddenly shrank.

There was a huge wave in his heart.

Not long after, some changes took place on the old monk's body, some black mist surrounded the old monk's body.

This is……

Shen Nian's eyes were full of shock.

He was no stranger to these black mist, and was even very familiar with it.

It is the magic energy!

Does this temple have something to do with "magic"?

In his mind, he had some guesses.

However, before he could think about it, the old monk disappeared, leaving only the golden Buddha statue in front of him.

It was as if the scene just now was a dream.

At the same time, Shen Nian also recovered his ability to move. He quickly stepped forward, fixed his eyes on the Buddha statue, but did not notice anything unusual.

"This……"

Shen Nian opened his mouth, looking a little dazed.

Could it be that what happened just now was really my hallucination?

"Amitabha, the benefactor has finished reading it? I don't know if you have found anything?"

At this time, the old monk came in.

Shen Nian frowned and remained silent.

The old monk smiled and said softly: "What confusion is in the heart of the benefactor?"

"Master, what is the origin of this Buddha statue?"

Shen Nian asked calmly.

"The Buddha statue is the golden body of the Buddha. How can there be any history? They are all followers of the Buddha. They are all built to appreciate my Buddha's mercy from time to time!"

The old monk shook his head and said lightly.

Shen Nian said in a deep voice: "But, when I was looking at this Buddha statue just now, I saw an old monk who was full of demonic energy."

"There is a saying, "Looking at the mountain is not the mountain, and looking at the water is not the water! The Buddha is always here, and everything you see is the fate of the donor, and you can't force it!"

The old monk said lightly.

Shen Nian frowned, staring fixedly at the old monk, but the latter always had an indifferent expression, and in the end Shen Nian didn't see anything.

"Master, has the young master ever been to the temple?"

Shen Nian asked.

The old monk nodded, "Young Master is a frequent visitor in the temple, and he often accompanies the Buddha."

"Did the master ever know that the young master once asked for a pill here?"

Shen Nian continued to ask.

Since he didn't find anything secretly, fortunately, he put the problem on the table.

"Amitabha, I don't know."

Who would have thought that in the face of his inquiry, the old monk folded his hands together and shook his head.

"do not know?"

Shen Nian was a little dazed.

"The monks don't tell lies. The temple only collects some incense money, and other things are not known."

The old monk said lightly.

"In that case, don't bother Master!"

Shen Nian took a deep look at the old monk, then turned and walked outside.

"Brother Shen, how is it? Is there anything in it? It's still so mysterious that no one is allowed in!"

Outside the door, seeing him coming out, Gongsunli asked curiously, and at the same time did not forget to complain.

"Nothing, let's go back!"

Shen Nian shook his head and said softly.

Hearing this, Gongsunli didn't ask any more questions, but followed behind Shen Nian and walked outside.

"Little handsome guy? Is it really you? We meet again, we are really destined!"

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded.

Shen Nian looked up and found that the person speaking was the woman he met in the bar before.

"Little handsome guy, what's the matter? We don't know each other anymore? After all, we had a drink together, and you don't know each other when you turn around? Isn't this too unfeeling?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman showed a sad face, and who didn't know, thought that Shen Nian had done something to her and abandoned her again.

On the side, Gongsunli was dumbfounded, thinking that he is indeed Big Brother Shen, surrounded by beauties.

First there was Miss Qin, and now there is another beauty who is far better than Miss Qin.

It's true that people compare to people, and it's so annoying!

"We've met once at most, right? Last time we were in the bar, we just drank separately. If you really follow your logic, didn't I have a drink with the people in the bar?"

Shen Nian was a little helpless.

"If you think so, it's not impossible."

The woman covered her mouth, shaking with laughter, and some indescribable positions made people dazzled.

"We still have something to do, so let's go first!"

Shen Nian was a little overwhelmed, and said hastily.

The woman smiled and said: "Don't rush away, last time you left in a hurry and didn't talk to you more, it's rare to meet you here, why don't I be the host in a while, let's have a meal together!"

Shen Nian shook his head and refused, "No, we still have things to do, let's wait for the next time!"

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry without giving the woman a chance to speak again.

Behind him, the woman looked at his back, with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, "He's really a cunning guy, and he didn't leave any contact information. When is the next time?"

At the end, he laughed again, "It's really his son, the ability to open his eyes and tell lies is exactly the same!"

"Amitabha, the jade benefactor is safe and sound!"

The old monk came over and said the Buddha's name.

The woman looked over and joked: "Abbot Wuwei has been living a good life recently. He feels like he is ten years younger. Could it be that something happy happened?"

"Jade benefactor is joking, but it's just a skin, what should you care about?"

The old monk said softly.

The woman chuckled, "Tsk tsk, isn't it just a skin? Then isn't your so-called golden body also a skin? What kind of golden body do you want?"

Abbot Wuwei remained silent, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Seeing this, the woman smiled and asked, "Abbot, I don't think I have ever entered that side hall, have I? I remember you once said that people who are not related to Buddha are not allowed to enter, right?"

Abbot Wuwei nodded, "That's right, my Buddha emphasizes a predestined relationship, and that little benefactor just now has a predestined relationship with my Buddha!"

"edge?"

The woman sneered.

Regarding this, Abbot Wuwei remained indifferent, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

The woman sneered, and continued: "What a fate! You are waiting here today, don't you want to lure him into the game?"

Abbot Wuwei shook his head slightly, "I'm here today because of a word of fate!"

"Abbot, do you know who that young man was?"

The woman smiled angrily, with a playful look on the corner of her mouth.

"I don't know."

Abbot Wuwei shook his head honestly.

"No wonder, you dare to lie to him."

The woman said with a sneer.

Abbot Wuwei clasped his palms together, and said solemnly, "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies, and please donate too much, so as not to blame the Buddha!"

"The monks don't tell lies?"

"Then you just lied, didn't you? The elixir is obviously flowing out from here, why don't you admit it?"

the woman said sarcastically.

"The old monk just didn't want the little benefactor to be bothered by this, so he told a white lie."

Abbot Wuwei said lightly.

"A white lie, isn't it a lie? Abbot, you broke the precept!"

The woman snorted coldly.

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

Abbot Wuwei clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, showing a distressed expression.

The woman's face darkened, "Old man, put away your compassionate attitude! I just want to tell the truth, what do you think?"

Abbot Wuwei was silent.

After a while, he said softly: "From the beginning of the establishment of Lingyun Temple, there was a responsibility and it would not participate in secular battles. This will never change."

"What about the pill this time?"

the woman asked coldly.

Abbot Wuwei sighed, "This is the personal behavior of the disciples in the temple. He has already paid the price for this, and he will not appear in front of the world in the future!"

The woman's eyes flashed, and she smiled lightly: "Those people outside are really deceived by your hypocritical face!"

Abbot Wuwei closed his eyes and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha!"

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