Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 209 Mediating Elderly Disputes ([-]) [Daily]

The sky is bright.

dong dong dong...

clang!clang!clang!
The movement was no less than that of the later decoration teams.

"I can't stand it!!"

I took off the protective gear layer by layer with my four eyes, almost going crazy. I finally came back from chasing the corpse. After a few days of peace, this old thing started to toss as soon as I had a rest!
Thinking of this, he jumped out of bed angrily, went to get the gold bars without saying a word, and made up his mind to invite the giant Buddha away.

Jia Le was also woken up and said sleepily:
"Master, what are you going to do?"

At this moment, he held a wooden box under his arm. Because the gold was too heavy, he dragged it with his other hand and said menacingly:

"What's wrong? Go buy a house!"

"That smelly monk has bad intentions. He knocks on the door in the morning and at night. If I live with him for a few more years, I will have to take the first step and report to the underworld!"

outside the corridor.

Meng Fan slowly opened his eyes. It was not the time for him to show off his performance now. Wait a moment...

"Morning master."

"morning."

He answered with anger in his eyes, and walked quickly towards the next door without any intention of continuing the chat.

If you don’t bring this yellow and white thing with you, you won’t take it with you until you die. Spend money to buy it and keep it clean. It’s very good!
At this moment, he was thinking:

How many gold bars will the old bald donkey ask for?

This box is full of big yellow croakers. Any one of them can buy a house in the provincial capital, whether it is a large mansion or a big mansion.

It is true that this place has beautiful mountains and clear waters and decent aura, making it a rare place for cultivation.

But in the Age of Dharma Ending, the general environment is that dragon veins and earth veins are withering and shrinking. There is no such thing as being able to ascend to immortality with just one breath of air.

Otherwise, this place would have been overcrowded, crowded with monks...

As his thoughts whirled, the Tang-style wooden door was opened, and he entered with eyes wide open, looking unkind.

"Brother Dao, it's good morning."

"Come and say hello to me so early."

Naturally, Meng Fan couldn't hide this movement. In fact, he couldn't tell whether Master Yixiu was acting strangely or just saying it unintentionally.

please?

In the old days, it was used for bottom versus top.

"Don't talk nonsense. I want to buy your house. Set a price yourself. Move out quickly to avoid further quarrels."

"Wow, so many gold bars."

Master Yixiu’s laughter reached Meng Fan’s ears:

"Brother Dao, we are all good neighbors. It's not about money, it's about fate."

"Excuse me, how can fate be bought with money?"

The dialogue from the original show still happens.

Uncle Four Eyes really couldn't bear this kind of long-term torture. He remained unmoved by words. He patted the wooden box and said coldly: "Tell me, how can you be willing to move it?"

"Amitabha, this poor monk plans to knock on sutras and recite Buddha's name until he passes away."

"Okay, I'll keep my eyes open to see when you die!"

There was a strong smell of disgust and gunpowder in his words.

Immediately afterwards, the uncle changed his tone and quickly walked out of the house, holding a box in one hand and a human-shaped clay doll with red fingerprints in the other. His eyes were full of excitement, as if he had seen a great revenge being avenged. .

"Xiao Fan, come in with me."

"it is good."

Hearing this, Meng Fan immediately stood up from the ground and followed him into the room.

Jiale rubbed his eyes, looked at the two serious-looking people, and asked curiously: "Master, senior brother, what do you want?"

"Never mind."

The more he looked at the clay doll, the happier he felt. He glanced sideways at his disciple and said, "Hurry up and get ready, get up!"

"Huh? It's not dawn yet."

"How long does it take to do this? Go!"

"Oh."

"Old man, you are dead."

Weisheng, an ancient technique popular in the pre-Qin Dynasty, can use media to curse or pray to defeat the people, objects, and evil spirits that you hate.

According to legend, it began with Jiang Taigong.

In the past, when King Wu of Zhou defeated Zhou and the world surrendered, only Marquis Ding refused to go to court. The Taigong drew a portrait of Marquis Ding and kept shooting arrows at the portrait. From then on, he became ill.

In the end, Ding Hou's limbs and bones were in unbearable pain, and he had no choice but to send envoys to express his surrender to King Wu. Jiang Taigong achieved his goal and pulled out the arrows that hit the portrait on A, B, Bing, Ding, and Geng Xin in turn. The disease improved immediately.Of course, there are two sides to the technique.

The peach charms and door gods hung during the Spring Festival are also an extension of the aversion to victory, implying auspiciousness and beauty, and Taoist spending is even more so:
There will be words cast on it such as "long live forever, peace in the world, mountain ghosts, all gods can avoid all taboos", or auspicious patterns such as stars, turtles, snakes, dragons and phoenixes.

"Xiaofan, protect me for a while and play by ear."

"That old guy is quite capable."

Listening to his uncle's words, Meng Fan sighed in his heart and had no intention of following the plot.

Seeing blood... is not good.

So, he deliberately asked: "Master, what are your specific thoughts?"

"Of course to kill him!"

After saying these harsh words, Si Mu felt a little more at ease, and then he replied seriously: "First smash those things that disturb people's dreams, and then teach the old monk a lesson so that he can retreat when he is in trouble."

next door.

The sound of bells and chimes continued, and the sound of chanting sutras was ear-piercing.

"In my opinion, it's better to retaliate in kind and let him know how much trouble he has caused to others over the years."

"How?"

He frowned and said suspiciously, "You won't turn your elbows outward like Jiale and become a traitor, right?"

"No, no."

Meng Fan shook his head.

"Master Bo Ming, tell me, I have to resolve the matter today. If you have any womanly kindness, please get out of the way and stay out of the way."

"..."

What is this called?

In Uncle Jiu's Yizhuang, killing ghosts and demons and eliminating zombies is not to mention how happy it is.

After taking the peak competition seriously with a heavy heart, the result is that before that, I still have to think about mediating disputes between the elderly.

Suffering...

"Master, relax, I'm definitely here to help you. I'm just an old monk. What do you want from him?"

"Besides, my nephew's character needs no introduction, and he is not a person who is motivated by sex."

After a few words, the internal dispute was resolved.

Just like what Meng Fan said, he didn't expect to get any benefits from Yixiu, whom he just met, and he didn't covet Qingqing's beauty.

"Okay, let you try it first."

The words fall.

Simu stood aside, not in a hurry to use the art of hating victory, and patiently waiting for Meng Fan's method.

As for how to solve it?

I have just made it clear, use the other person's way to repay the other person.

The Bagua and Five Elements diagram appears.

Meng Fan stood in the center of the formation. As the eye and initiator of the formation, he could use it not only for fighting, but also for many magical uses.

[Xun, the hexagram image is wind, the five elements belong to wood, and it is located in the southeast of Houtian Bagua]

The house that was originally connected to the outside world became an isolated island. Of course, it was Master Ikkyu's house.

Qingqing, who was washing up in the room, felt her eardrums hurt. The sound of Master ringing the bell and chanting sutras increased more than ten times. Even Yixiu himself was startled. His heart seemed to be clenched by something, and his vision almost went black. , passed out.

"Master, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."

"My uncle came back to stay for a while only two months ago. Listening to this kind of noise every day may lead to sudden death. Can you please understand?"

The sound echoed through that house.

Meng Fan motioned to Jia Le to send the protective gear, such as coconut shells, teacups, cotton and other items that Uncle Four Eyes had made last night, to the next door for everyone to see.

"Didn't Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, also say that Bodhi has no tree? All potential dharma are like dreams and bubbles. Don't be attached to the outside world, only then can you understand your mind, see your nature, and realize Bodhi by yourself."

The truth is over.

Prestige has also been established.

The steps were even sent by Jiale.

If that doesn't work, you can only use your fists to reason.

The master was not someone who couldn't see the situation clearly. After a while, he came to apologize in person and promised to only recite scriptures silently in the future and never knock the magic weapon.

Everything is based on strength.

　Generally speaking, they don’t know about hydrology, but it’s not good to omit this plot out of thin air. Writing it can enhance the character of the protagonist and pave the way for the following text (where the foreshadowing is currently not easy to spoil), and because I’m worried that some readers will think that Subscribing to these two chapters is a waste of money, so I specially added [Daily] to the chapter name as a reminder.

　　ps. An update will be released tomorrow.

　　
　
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