Front.

Fangying is not far away.

Feeling worried, I poked my head out of the car:

"Fang Quan, go back and follow Master Shandao, don't let him be bullied in the hot pot restaurant."

"promise!"

Fang Quan immediately turned his horse and ran back.

Soon, he saw a long line stopping and a young monk walked out of the chariot.

"Monster of Debating the Mechanics?"

Fang Quan's face changed.

Immediately stopped the horse and hid it not far away to observe.

...

I saw Bian Ji walk down the chariot quickly.

The handsome face was filled with excitement, staring at the Buddha statue on the roadside, completely forgot the old monk next to him.

Seeing this, Master Shandao took the lead in ceremonial ritual: "Amitabha, Master Bian Ji."

Bian Ji then came to his senses, suppressed his heart and took a deep breath and asked:

"Amitabha, I wonder if you ask the master, where did you get this Buddha statue?"

Master Shandao paused.

As a bystander, he naturally knew the grudge between the two. At the Zhongnan Mountain Defense Conference, Bian Ji lost a lot under Fang Ying.

To avoid unnecessary trouble.

Master Shandao said lightly: "Blessed by Buddha, this is something I have picked up from the roadside by chance."

Pick up... pick it up?

Bian Ji was stunned for a moment, then his anger surged, and he felt bad.

It's so damn!

The treasure I had tried my best to get was picked up by the other party at will...

And it's twice as big as mine!

Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, everyone is a Buddhist, so why is his luck so good?!

"Fang Yiai!"

"It's definitely your fault!"

"I spent a lot of money to get the treasure, but Shandao didn't take a pen... You livestock!"

Bian Ji's forehead was swelling.

When I think of my 1.51 million guan, I feel my heart twitching and I am stabbed by Fang Ying Yidao and dripping blood.

His eyes were blood red, and he looked at the crystal clear and solemn light again.

Regardless of the reason.

He must take down the Buddha statue in front of him!

At that time, two glazed gods and Buddhas are in their hands. Only in this way can the noble person's anger be reduced...

"Amitabha!"

Bian Ji suppressed his anger and clasped his hands together and bowed: "Master Shandao, can you give me the Buddha statue in your hand?"

"this……"

Master Shandao was a little hesitant.

"It's not to let it go! It's to buy it!" The defender said quickly: "I can spend money to buy this Buddha statue!"

Shandao shook his head and said, "Amitabha, I will not obey you."

Bian Ji's face changed and he hurriedly said: "How much does it cost to say the number... Oh no, I'll say the number, do you think it's OK!"

He glanced at the other party's worn monk's robe and said loudly:

"Mencius does not lie, this item is worth ten thousand yuan at the auction! I also paid a huge sum of 10,000 yuan. How about you transfer the Buddha statue in your hand to me?"

Master Shandao was slightly stunned.

He practiced hard all his life, let alone ten thousand guan, and never saw a thousand guan of cash.

The heroic spirit of the debate.

It made him a little lost.

...Is this Buddha statue so expensive?

The donor of the house just threw it to me... It seems that I am far from his understanding and pursuit of Tao...

He has a deep wisdom and taught me another lesson!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bian Ji's face turned red and his price increased:

"Is 10,000 guan not enough? Then add another 1,000 guan! 11,000 guan!"

Master Shandao came to his senses and shook his head with a smile.

Damn it!

The old guy has a big appetite!

Bian Ji's face looked ugly.

He spent 1.51 million guan before, but now he doesn't have that much money, otherwise how could he make such a quote?

"Master, stop at the right time!"

Bian Ji gritted his teeth and said, "People are doing things, Buddha is watching. They are all Buddhists. Do you want to cheat me even?"

He called out the order.

The four red robes behind them all took a step forward, like a glaring Vajra, shouting in unison:

"Amitabha!"

Not only that, the monks next to them also looked bad and stared at Master Shandao.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"These bald ass!"

"Do you want to grab it openly!"

Not far away, Fang Cheng's eyes were cold.

The palm quietly held the short blade on his waist... It was a powerful tool produced by Fang's shop, and Fang Ying specially used it for him to defend himself.

And the order to win in the house is very clear.

Not allowing Master Shandao to be bullied is to protect him... If a group of people in Bianji dare to move, Fang Quan would not mind fighting to the death!

......He was just a servant, without Fang Erlang's skills in fisting and kicking, but he was not afraid of death at this time.

The two generations of the Fang family were extremely kind to their servants. If he died because of this, he might be accepted as the adopted son of the Fang family, and be honored to the ancestral hall, and gloriously glorify his ancestors!

Not far away.

Master Shandao was not angry and lowered his head and said, "Master Bian Ji, you misunderstood."

Bian Ji's expression changed slightly: "Master Shandao, what do you mean?"

"Amitabha, I am stupid and dare not get involved in money with both hands..."

Master Shandao smiled and explained: "Not to mention ten thousand coins, even if it is a copper plate, I will never dare to accept it."

As soon as this is said.

The monks around him suddenly stopped.

yes!

Monks do not have money, which is a basic ethics!

I am lost in the world, but I still use my own thoughts to measure other people's behavior.

They looked at each other with a look of shame on their faces.

When I looked at Master Shandao again, everyone's eyes were filled with respect, as if facing an insurmountable mountain.

"Damn it!"

"how so!"

Bian Ji's face turned pale and looked ugly.

He only now realized that he and Master Shandao were not on the same dimension at all. What’s ridiculous is that he was actually increasing the price just now...

This is like a prostitute.

I thought other women were sold.

If someone doesn't sell it, they will only think that it is because the price is not high enough...

"Amitabha."

Bian Ji had to bow his head and salute with a calm face: "The master's ethics and cultivation are very admirable."

However, Master Shandao smiled slightly:

"Master Bian Ji is too proud. My monk's minor cultivation is far inferior to Fang Yiai Fang's donor... He is the real master!"

The defense machine was immediately struck by lightning.
Chapter completed!