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Chapter 179 You’re such a flowery monk

Live it!

Looking at the man on the hospital bed, who was swollen into a pig's head, lying in an eye-catching posture, receiving a spell from a monk, and the dog owner who was also hopeless, Yang Chen only had these two words in his heart!

What goes around comes around.

Evil pays off.

The sky finally opened its eyes.

but.

Yang Chen was not interested in his miserable situation.

Or not very interested.

All his attention now is on the monk's bronze mirror.

No matter whether that piece of copper is real or fake.

Is it the matching piece of nine-hole glazed titanium beads?

Yang Chen naturally wanted to ask clearly.

I thought about it.

He didn't rush in.

It's not because I'm afraid of intensifying contradictions or causing conflicts, it's just that I have business to do soon, so don't delay it.

Back to the ward.

Yang Chen explained to Tangshan.

Then he sat on a rest chair in the hospital corridor and waited for the fat monk to come out.

Soon.

The mother of the owner of the dog gave the fat-headed and big-eared monk away.

With a respectful look.

When he was done, he stuffed another red envelope into it.

Keep being grateful.

Facing the red envelope, the monk smiled calmly, then held a staff in one hand and saluted with the other, looking like he was compassionate and saving all sentient beings.

After the two separated, the monk walked towards the elevator.

Yang Chen followed.

The elevator stops on the first floor.

PARKING LOT.

As soon as the monk got out of the elevator, he started to pack his equipment.

He took off his Vairocana hat, magic staff, cassock, Buddhist beads, bronze mirror, etc. as he walked. In just three strokes, he turned into an ordinary person wearing short-sleeved pants.

Then light a cigarette.

It feels so comfortable to smoke.

Then he walked up to a Porsche Cayenne.

Then he took out the key and pressed it.

With two beeps, the car lights flashed again. The monk put out the cigarette butts, opened the cab door, threw the equipment inside, and prepared to get in the car.

Yang Chen followed him all the way.

At this time, he couldn't help but smacked his lips.

Damn it!

It is said that all the monks nowadays are extremely rich.

practice?

He had seen some news.

The Shaolin Abbot’s car is a Volkswagen Touareg 3.0, which is known as a low-key version of the Cayenne. I also drive a Rolls-Royce when I travel, and recently bought a million-dollar Alfa.

The abbot of Jing'an Temple in Shanghai drives a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The elder drives a Maybach.

The abbot of Lingyin Temple drives a Ferrari.

The old abbot of Luohan Temple drives an Audi.

This monk drives a Cayenne.

A different kind of monk.

A different kind of luxury car.

Sure enough, the Buddha Dharma is boundless and spreads to all living beings, enjoying this flowery world of bliss.

This practice is indeed attainable!

Seeing that the monk was about to get into the car, Yang Chen quickly stepped forward and stopped him: "Master, please wait a moment."

heard.

The monk turned back and frowned: "Who are you? I think you have recognized the wrong person. I am not a master."

see.

Yang Chen smiled.

Pointing to the equipment on his car, he said: "Master is too low-key. He just finished casting the spell. Why, he turned around and refused to admit it?"

Upon hearing this, the monk's frown deepened.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Say something."

The monk was a little impatient.

Also a little wary.

Yang Chen took out a piece of Chinese flower and handed it over, and said kindly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm here to ask Master for help."

As soon as these words came out, the monk's expression immediately softened a lot.

He waved his hand.

Then he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, monks don't smoke, don't drink, don't flirt with women, and don't tell lies." "That's good, that's good!"

Seeing the pious look on his face, Yang Chen really wanted to kick him.

Dog day!
  I was still puffing away just now.

Now I don’t smoke or drink anymore.

This ability to tell lies with open eyes is indeed a bit like being a monk to deceive the public, oh no, to save all sentient beings.
  Yang Chen didn't bother to expose him.

Put away the cigarette.

"Master, I have something to ask for, and I would like to ask you to give me a price."

heard.

The master chanted Amitabha again, and then said seriously: "My Buddha is compassionate and saves all sentient beings. The Buddha's Dharma is boundless. I am destined to be with you. Talking about money is just a common thing."

Yang Chen smacked his lips.

Not talking about money?
  I'm afraid your next sentence will be that you and I have no chance, goodbye!

"Master, I would like to borrow your bronze mirror to take a look."

Upon hearing this, the monk immediately shook his head: "I'm sorry, that is the Holy Spirit Artifact of my Buddhist Supreme Spirit. Ordinary people..."

"Five thousand dollars!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Chen stretched out five fingers to interrupt.

The monk raised his eyebrows: "Donor, this is not about money..."

"Eight thousand!"

Yang Chen interrupted again.

Hearing this, the monk's eyes lit up, but he still shook his head: "The bronze mirror is..."

"Ten thousand!"

"How long will the donor want? Cash, Alipay, or WeChat?"

……

As soon as Yang Chen got into the monk's car, he discovered that this was not a fucking Porsche at all, but the famous Porsche!

The feeling of cheapness and plastic in the car is just that of an inexperienced little girl.

As the owner of a distinguished Mercedes-Benz G63, Yang Chen could tell as soon as he got on the car, where the hell is this million-dollar Porsche Cayenne?
  The workmanship, the threads, the lights, the seats, everything seems cheap.

I don’t know how many vain girls this monk used this car to deceive.

This flower monk
  I transferred 10,000 yuan through WeChat.

The monk then showed him the bronze mirror.

In fact, when Yang Chen was in the hospital, he could just lock his eyes on the bronze mirror and conduct an appraisal. There was no need to spend 10,000 yuan to hold it in his hand and take a closer look.

Why do it.

First, the bronze mirror was of great importance, and he had to get his hands on it to see what happened.

Secondly, we also want to ask the monk about the origin and function of this bronze mirror.

After taking the bronze mirror, Yang Chen held it in his hand and observed it carefully.

The bronze mirror is not very big.

Adult palm size.

Yang Chen can just hold it with one hand.

Relatively heavy.

The light reflected a dark yellow light, and it looked like it was made of brass.

The mirror surface is very smooth.

There are some inscriptions and paintings on the reverse side.

It looks quite ancient.

but.

Yang Chen frowned.

It stands to reason that when light hits this transparent copper mirror, it should be focused into a small bright spot, just like the beam of a laser pointer.

but now.

The lights on the roof of the car shine on.

But it reflects the mirror light.

This is?

Yang Chen looked over and over, not knowing why.

Could it be that the lights on the roof of the car are not bright enough?
  Thinking of this, Yang Chen took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight mode to take a photo.

The result is still specular reflection.

There is no light transmission.

This is strange.

He saw with his own eyes that the small round bead on the top of the monk's staff emitted a ball of bright light, which shone on the bronze mirror. Then, through the bronze mirror, it focused into a ray of light speed and turned into a small bright spot.

Finally, he hit the dog owner on the crotch.

Why can't he come?

Is it a problem with the light source?

Or is it a problem with his operation?

I thought about it.

Yang Chen still started the subtitle system and conducted identification and analysis.

After reading the subtitles.

Yang Chen shook his head.

Damn it, it’s all technology and hard work!

(End of this chapter)