Yangcheng.

Outside a Buddhist temple with a prosperous incense.

Mr. Long waved his arms in a vigor and laughed.

"Old man! Brother Cheng! You two are here, it's so hard for me to wait."

Nian Xu waved his hand and said helplessly:

"Not mentioning that, I sent another old guy away two days ago. You only have the time to play cards."

Cheng Fan looked at the name of the temple, Yangshan Temple.

I felt a little confused.

"My grandpa, is there anything important? Why did we call us here to play cards?"

Mr. Long shook his head and waved his hand:

"It's not that I want to fight here, it's that I know that old guy who insists to fight here, but I won't go anywhere else. I've said that I'm lucky here and that the Buddha will protect him."

Cheng Fan and Nian Xi looked at each other in surprise.

The Buddha still has the time to care about his luck in playing cards?

Is this self-deception or is it true?

The two of them were a little confused.

But the world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things that I have never been exposed to.

Maybe he is a Buddhist tycoon like Jin Chanzi's reincarnation, so it is reasonable to get some protection.

Who can tell this kind of thing accurately?

With a curious mood, Cheng Fan walked into the temple with Lao Long.

There are not many tourists in the temple, only the abbot and several Buddhist disciples are cleaning.

Hearing the movement at the door, the monks slowly raised their heads and were suddenly stunned when they were about to Amitabha Buddha.

How did the person in front of me dress up like a Taoist priest?

He is wearing a black and luxurious robe, a crown on his head, and a somewhat extraordinary temperament.

The abbot was also stunned, his face was a little strange, and he stepped forward and asked carefully:

"You dare to ask if you are a Taoist person?"

He was a little unsure of Cheng Fan's outfit, saying that the Taoist dressed a bit too gorgeous.

It was said to be role-playing, but he also had a quiet and inactive temperament.

The abbot had to tentatively ask him in a low voice.

Cheng Fan smiled faintly: "I call him Daoxuan, and I have seen the abbot of Yangshan Temple."

The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed his head and bowed: "Amitabha."

He felt a little strange, what did Taoist priests do when they come to their Buddhist temple?

Can you smash the situation?

Or is he going to switch to Buddhism?

Strange...

Hearing his thoughts, Cheng Fan was a little amused.

He smiled helplessly: "I came to the appointment at the invitation of my friend, Master, don't worry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Long yelled:

"Old man Li, you have found all the card friends!"

"Mahjong Pai Jiu Dice Poker, you can play anything!"

A loud roar came from the depths of the temple:

"I know, old man, I'm going to the thatched cottage! Come now!"

The two completely ignored the dark-faced host and the monk.

"Amitabha, sins."

The host lowered his head and shouted the Buddha's name, looking like he was guilty of his sins.

Cheng Fan asked him in confusion: "The abbot seems to disagree with them playing cards in the temple, so why don't he stop him?"

The host shook his head and said helplessly:

"The Buddhist holy land should have been a pure land, but the temple is small, there are not many donors, and there are very few pilgrims."

"That old liu... Although the old pilgrim is idle and likes to play cards in the temple, there are many incenses."

"My Buddha is merciful. For the sake of my Buddhist disciples, I can only turn a blind eye and recite scriptures to atone for my sins."

Hearing this, Cheng Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't hold back his smile.

Because Lao Long secretly sent a message to him:

"Don't listen to the fat and big-eared bald donkey, he will be the loudest when playing cards!"

"He is trying to fool you to give him money, don't be fooled!"

Nianxu looked strange and he also received a message from Mr. Long.

Cheng Fan smiled embarrassedly and bowed to him:

"Oh, my temple is similar, and there are not many pilgrims. It is not easy to be able to barely maintain the Taoist temple."

"I still have four disciples, one of which is more edible than the other, and I can't maintain it anymore." ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"I originally wanted to come and learn from the scriptures, but if I were playing cards in the sight... then let it go."

"Amitabha."

When the abbot heard that this was a poor man, he suddenly lost the interest in continuing to chat, and called the Buddha's name and left.

Real, too real...

Cheng Fan shook his head and chuckled, turned around and sat down with Mr. Long.

The card table is right behind the Buddha statue in Yangshan Temple, with five square tables placed. Visitors and pilgrims will see clues after a moment of turn.

There are all kinds of things to do, but it is obvious that it is not a temporary table.

Cheng Fan couldn't help but wonder if there were many people who came to the temple to play cards under the guise of going to the temple to fulfill their wishes, which was simply opening up new ideas!

Not long after the three of them sat down, they saw an old man hurried into the gate of the backyard.

The old man walked quickly while cursing and lifted his pants.

‘You really know how to choose time. Are you a timer?’

'If I hadn't brought the rookie here today, I would have to let you, the stinky old man, go home crying!'

“…”

Cheng Fan, who accidentally heard the old man's voice, shook his head speechlessly.

Is it because the people who play cards with them are all old people who can't win, so I called him over?

It's really too thief...

Cheng Fan turned his attention to Mr. Long.

‘Hehe! Today, with Boy Cheng at the bottom, Ben Long is not losing so badly.’

‘He knows how to practice day by day, and he definitely doesn’t know how to play cards…’

‘As for the elderly…hiss-! He has been in the world for so long, it’s hard to say or say…’

Cheng Fan's mouth twitched, unable to laugh or cry.

This is true for the co-author.

At this moment, a "ding dong" sounded in my mind.

Cheng Fan opens the system panel.

[Ding! Detect the current situation of the host and trigger a temporary task. Is it accepted?]

Um?

Cheng Fan frowned.

Could it be that some supernatural incidents have occurred around?

Is it because of the evil spirit or is someone in need of help?

Take a closer look.

[Task description: Old Man Li is tied with a ray of luck. Buddhism likes this ray of luck and allows him to stay in Yangshan Temple to completely lose his luck. The day when the rays are transporting light is Old Man Li's death.]
To be continued...