Fan Xiaodao walked away.

The little lama quickly followed out and said with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Donor, you don't bring anything like this!"

Fan Xiaodao said: "A piece of broken glass is only worth one tael, but when you ask for thirty taels, how can you open a business like this? Isn't this a black shop?"

The little lama said seriously, "This glass was consecrated by nine eminent monks in our Jiuzhuan Temple, so it naturally has more merits. Thirty-two merits per share is a very good deal. Besides, your birth date is also blessed on it.

, you have to have it even if you want it, you have to have it if you don’t want it!”

Fan Xiaodao snorted coldly, "What if I don't want it?"

The young lama said: "If you don't want it, it doesn't matter. We will enshrine this glass in the Palace of Rebirth, and recite the evil curse three times a day, twice a day. The curse will prevent you from having a good death, everything going wrong, bleeding from the seven orifices, and eight

You are so unlucky that you will never be able to turn around in nine lifetimes!"

So poisonous!

This is clearly a spiritual attack!

Even if you know it's not true, it's uncomfortable to hear someone talking about you day and night.

The little lama said again, "You know, I am the best in the whole monastery in memorizing evil curses!"

"Really? Then if I kill you, everything will be fine, right?"

The little lama smiled and said, "You don't know how."

"Why?"

"??????????????? If it's no big deal, just kill someone. Is human life really so worthless?"

Fan Xiaodao was speechless.

He really couldn't do anything to him, but then he thought about it, "You love me so much!"

"Does it have your name and date of birth on it? Are you not afraid?"

Fan Xiaodao pointed to the paper seal on the glass, "See for yourself!"

When the little lama opened it, his eyes almost fell off. He saw that on the line of his name, Fan Xiaodao filled in the word "Nine Turns of Large Intestine"! Fan Xiaodao laughed and was about to leave. The little lama was teased, and with a wave of his hand, ten

Several lamas in red rushed out.

Fan Xiaodao sneered, "What, forced buying and selling?"

"Please slow down!"

A kind-faced lama in yellow came out.

When the other lamas saw the person coming, they all saluted, "Master!"

The person who came was none other than the seventh-turn master who ranked third in the Jiuzhuan Temple. He was quite old and had a gray beard. He looked like an enlightened monk. The seventh-turn master came in front of everyone and asked, "What happened?"

The young lama pointed at Fan Xiaodao and said, "Master, this kid is teasing the master, insulting the living Buddha, and insulting the gods!"

"Is there any evidence?"

The young lama said, "He calls the Nine-turn Master Jiuzhuan Dachang!"

The seventh-level master came to Fan Xiaodao, looked friendly, and asked, "Is this possible?"

Fan Xiaodao said, "It was really an unintentional act. I came to offer incense and pray for my relatives and friends with good intentions, but they maliciously obstructed me and forced me to buy Sanlian Glazed Glass at a high price. This behavior has seriously affected the reputation of Buddhism. Is this reasonable?

?Scientific? Moral?"

The Seventh Turning Master said, "In our Nine Turns Temple, incense and money are always left to chance, so we are worried about danger. What's going on?"

The little lama scratched his head, "Well... we haven't collected enough money for incense this month. I'm afraid it will affect the assessment at the end of the month, so..."

The Seventh Turning Master was a little angry, "Wouldn't it ruin the reputation of our Nine Turns Temple by making nonsense and spreading rumors?"

Fan Xiaodao gave a thumbs up, "Finally I met a sensible person! Now that the misunderstanding has been eliminated, I have one more unkind favor."

"Donor, please speak."

"I want to see the Nine-turn Master!"

The seventh-turn master said: "The ninth-turn master is meeting with distinguished guests from the capital. It is not convenient to meet him at the moment. If you have anything urgent, you can tell me. If it is not convenient, you can come back in two days!"

From the capital? Distinguished guest?

Fan Xiaodao immediately thought that he was from Dongchang.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a lama coming over in a hurry and whispering to the seventh-turn master. The seventh-turn master frowned and immediately said to Fan Xiaodao: "Nine-turn masters are here to invite you! Siwei, take this with you.

A donor comes over!"

The little lama looked reluctant, "Let's go!"

Fan Xiaodao followed the little lama, and saw that he had a very unkind expression on his face. He obviously had a grudge about what had just happened, and he was still mumbling words, sometimes with great piety, sometimes with gritted teeth. Fan Xiaodao asked, "What are you mumbling about?"

The little lama said, "I'm praying for you!"

"Then I have eight generations of ancestors to thank you for!"

Jiuzhuan Temple is much bigger than it looks. After the main hall, there are two entrances, namely the Sutra Chanting Hall, the Discipline Hall, the Martial Arts Hall, and a resting place for monks and pilgrims. Especially on the connecting walls, there are pictures of Tantra.

Some of the murals depict Buddha and Bodhisattvas, religious paintings of monks explaining Buddhism, and murals of the ten heavenly kings subjugating demons and slaying demons. Apart from other things, these murals feasted Fan Xiaodao's eyes and he couldn't help but stop.

Watch and see.

The young lama asked, "Have you seen the master yet?"

In the back hall is a small garden. There is a pond in the garden. The water in the pond is frozen. Some lotus branches and leaves are broken, and all are withered and yellow. They are frozen in the pond and look a little desolate. There is a small pavilion in the center, and there are people sitting in it.

Two people, an old man wearing a lama hat sitting in the middle, it is Jiuzhuan Master, the Dharma Master of Jiuzhuan Temple.

Sitting next to him was an old acquaintance of Fan Xiaodao, Lin Yuan, the big head of Dongchang.

When Lin Yuan saw Fan Xiaodao, the corner of his mouth cracked, revealing an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, something like crying but not crying: "An Le Gong!"

Fan Xiaodao said, "Lin Yantou really needs some serious training in managing his expressions."

"Come and be safe!"

Fan Xiaodao said, "Are your injuries better?"

Lin Yuandao: "Thank you for your love, I can't die!"

Master Jiuzuan looked concerned, "Are you injured?"

Fan Xiaodao said: "I did it!"

Master Jiuzuan glanced at Fan Xiaodao and then at Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan nodded and said, "Uncle, it's okay. His punch directly opened up my Rendu and Du meridians. Now my cultivation has greatly increased."

, has something to do with him, and I asked my uncle to invite him here today just to take advantage of his treasured land to seek justice!"

Master uncle?

Fan Xiaodao felt a chill in his heart.

Lin Yuan and this ninth-level master actually came from the same sect?

It is said that the martial arts of Tantric Buddhism are a bit evil. When I first saw the self-mutilation technique practiced by Lin Yuan, I thought it was a little strange. It turned out that he was a member of Tantric Buddhism.

Master Jiuzuan nodded, "Uncle Master will take care of your vengeance."

Fan Xiaodao asked, "How to pack it?"

Master Jiuzuan said, "You hit my nephew, what do you think we should do?"

Fan Xiaodao scratched his head, "Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. I beat your nephew. Logically speaking, I should hand over my nephew so that you can also beat him up. But I am still young and I don't have a nephew.

Why don't you find a destined person from your monastery to be my nephew so that you can vent your anger?" He glanced at the young lama named Siwei and said, "I am very destined to this young lama, or else, just

Him!"

The little lama said, "You are presumptuous! You are talking nonsense! Who wants to be your nephew!"

Fan Xiaodao spread his hands and said to Master Jiuzuan, "You have also seen that he refuses to recognize me as his uncle. Besides, it is better to resolve enemies than to end them. When is the time to retaliate? Don't we in Buddhism pay attention to chance? I

It was his chance to beat Lin Yuan. It was my chance to beat him. How do you say that... fate..."

The little lama said: "The fate is so wonderful!"

Fan Xiaodao clapped his hands and said, "My nephew is right!"

Master Jiuzuan recited a Buddha chant, "What a sharp-tongued guy. You injured Lin Yuan and came to my temple to provoke you again today, so don't blame me for being merciless."

Fan Xiaodao said, "Master, I'm here today because I have business to do!"

"Is there anything more important than revenge?"

Fan Xiaodao glanced at Lin Yuan and said, "Lin Yuan, let me ask you, are Duan Tiande and his son in your hands?"

Lin Yuan smiled coldly, "Yes, and no."

"What's the meaning?"

Lin Yuan spread his hands, "Look, there is nothing in my hands, so if you ask me if Duan and his son are in my hands, of course they are not. However, these two people are indeed in our Dongchang hands now, so

Too."

Fan Xiaodao said, "They have no enmity or enmity against you, so why did you kidnap them?"
To be continued...