Xianhong Road

Chapter 150 Offending the Gods
Thinking of this, Yang Fan looked around and finally found an old beggar in ragged clothes lying on the ground at the gate of the temple.

"Okay, it's you!"

As soon as Yang Fan's eyes lit up, he made up his mind.

"My lords, please do me a favor and give me a few copper coins! Just treat it as accumulating virtue..."

The old beggar prostrated himself on the ground, holding a broken iron bowl, and prayed to the beggar.

Pedestrians passing by would occasionally throw him a few pennies.

Although the old beggar was dressed in tatters, had a dirty face and unkempt hair, his eyes lit up whenever someone dropped money into the iron bowl.

bang bang!

suddenly!

A large silver ingot fell down and knocked his iron bowl over.

silver!What a big silver ingot! !

The old beggar was extremely excited, his eyes were extremely bright, and there was only one huge silver ingot left in his field of vision.

Such a large silver ingot is enough for him to live comfortably for several years, so how could he not be excited.

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

The old beggar quickly reached out to pick up the big silver ingot.

But at this moment, as soon as a young man stretched out his hand, the silver fell into his hand.

"Ah! My silver!"

The old beggar was furious, and turned his eyes to the young man.

"Do you want this piece of silver?" Yang Fan said with a smile: "As long as you do one thing for me, I can give you another ten yuan!"

Sure enough, there is no pie in the sky!

The old beggar sighed, and said slightly on guard: "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry, it's definitely not dangerous, but you need to be thick-skinned." Yang Fan said leisurely.

"Cheek-skinned?" The old beggar slapped his chest and swore: "Don't worry, my lord, this is my strength and strong point, absolutely no problem."

"Hehe, put your ear on it..."

Yang Fan felt it was amused, thick skin was his advantage, he lowered his head, and whispered something in the old beggar's ear.

"It's... so simple?"

After hearing this, the old beggar said in disbelief.

"Yes, it's as simple as that, but you have to do what I say, as long as you achieve it satisfactorily, you will be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life..." Yang Fan said indifferently.

"Okay, that's it!"

The old beggar nodded, took the big silver ingot that Yang Fan gave him, and swaggered towards the temple.

Yang Fan followed behind him slowly.

"Stop! Stop!" Soon a monk stopped him.

"Buddhist pure land, idlers, etc., leave quickly, so as not to pollute this sacred temple!"

"Bah, bah, bah!" The old beggar was furious: "How dare you discriminate against me? Buddhism pays attention to the universal salvation of all beings, and everyone is equal. Could it be that beggars can't enter temples and be Buddhists?"

"All the folks and elders, come over and comment on me."

The old beggar shouted.

After a while, many people gathered around, which seemed to agree with the beggar's statement.

"Little monk, just let him in, whoever says beggars can't worship Buddha." Someone persuaded.

"But..." the beggar said hesitantly.

"Are you afraid that I don't have money to buy incense? You open your dog's eyes and see, what is this?"

The old beggar opened his palm, revealing a huge silver ingot.

What a big silver ingot! ! !
Everyone around exclaimed.

"See clearly... what is this! Open your dog eyes!"

The old beggar said triumphantly, looking like a nouveau riche.

"This……"

The monk's face was dull, and he was speechless... What kind of world is this?Even beggars are richer than themselves.

"Hmph, dog's eyes look down on people!" The old beggar walked into the temple swaggeringly, the monk sighed, thinking in his heart whether he should go to this line of work as a beggar.

After entering the temple, the old beggar went through a lot of troubles, bought some incense candles, and then, under Yang Fan's gesture, came to the temple where the Nianyu Guanyin Buddha statue was located.

There are two lines in front of the Buddha statue, and two futons in front of the incense table, which can be used by two people to worship at the same time.

The old beggars lined up to worship Buddha, which made the surrounding people stunned.

Beggars can also worship Buddha and burn incense!

The monk in front of the incense table glanced at the old beggar and saw that he also had incense in his hand, but he didn't say anything.

After a while, it was the turn of the old beggar.

thump!
The old beggar looked miserable, lit a joss stick, and cried, "Great Compassion and Great Mercy Nianyu Guanyin, please keep me fed and fed, woo woo woo..."

When everyone saw this scene, although they felt weird, they could understand his mood.

Yang Fan secretly laughed in his heart, don't look at the old beggar crying so loudly, in fact he doesn't have any sincerity, the only thing he thinks of is to get the money from Yang Fan after finishing the work.

As the incense candle was burning, Yang Fan felt it carefully, and found that although the old beggar was also bowing down, the incense was normal and did not have the subtle spiritual power it had before.

"really……"

Yang Fan nodded secretly, it was similar to what he imagined, no matter how a person who is not sincere, no matter how he kneels down, he will not produce that mysterious spiritual power.

"hateful!"

Suddenly, the old beggar was furious: "I respect you so much, why do you still make me hungry? Are you worthy of the incense I gave you?"

He trembled all over, pointed at the dignified and gentle Buddha statue of Nianyu Guanyin and cursed angrily.

According to Yang Fan's previous agreement, he must scold from the heart and express all the dissatisfaction in his heart, otherwise, he will not get the money.

"Stinky bitch!" The old beggar spit at the Buddha statue.

During this process, Yang Fan stared intently, and felt a faint mental fluctuation, which flew away with the incense, and then disappeared.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Yang Fan noticed something, looked up at the Buddha statue, and found that the gentleness and wisdom in the eyes of Nianyu Guanyin disappeared, replaced by a trace of sullenness, the flowing hair danced wildly with the wind, she stared at the beggar below who kept yelling at herself, Smile coldly.

Of course, this is just an "illusion" captured by Yang Fan, and other mortals are not aware of it. In their eyes, "Nianyu Guanyin" is still so compassionate, gentle, dignified and beautiful.

"This old beggar is crazy, how dare he offend the gods!"

"Get this lunatic out!"

Everyone was furious, and only then did they realize that they rushed over and prepared to beat the old beggar.

"Ah! Run!" The old beggar turned pale with fright, and fled in a hurry.

Suddenly, there was chaos in the temple.

Yang Fan was very calm, staring at the dignified and beautiful Nianyu Guanyin who smiled sweetly, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, showing a touch of disdain and contempt.

Fooling the people and stealing the power of mortal ants under their feet, is this a god or Buddha?

Yang Fan felt contempt in his heart.

Strangely, with the growth of his contempt, a strange spiritual fluctuation also spread along the incense and disappeared in the world.

boom!
In an instant, the Buddha statue of Nianyu Guanyin changed greatly.

There was a thunderbolt behind the statue, and the cyan hair danced wildly, as if turning into a nine-day long dragon, blowing a hurricane, sweeping the earth, and a purple-cyan crystal flame petals surged on the lotus platform, Guanyin looked at Yang Fan coldly, and his eyes flashed There was a trace of anger and murderous intent.

Endless pressure poured in like a long river, which shocked Yang Fan and his expression changed.

But at the next moment, he smiled coldly, glanced at the statue, and walked away.

"These are just illusions, so there is no need to be afraid...Since ancient times, I have only heard of people turning into feathers and ascending, but it is almost never confirmed that there are immortals descending to the world..."

Yang Fan thought disdainfully, and continued to walk outside the temple.

At this moment, the people in the temple were all paying attention to the old beggar who was running away, but they didn't pay attention to his actions.

Boom!

The sky suddenly darkened, and a thunderbolt streaked across the sky, flickering against the temple.

"what!"

All the mortals screamed and panicked one by one.

Lightning, it's real lightning!

Yang Fan felt a "thump" in his heart, and he became cold for a while.

"It must be that beggar who offended the gods, made Master Guanyin unhappy, and sent down the punishment!"

Everyone said bitterly, hating the old beggar to the bone.

However, the old beggar has already quietly ran out of this temple, and merged into the flow of thousands of people.

"Oops, I was deceived by that person, this is bad, I actually offended the gods, otherwise how could there be a sudden thunderstorm."

The old beggar was very remorseful and offended the gods. He was afraid of the consequences when he thought about it.

In broad daylight, there was a sudden thunderstorm, which was indeed extremely strange.

Yang Fan slipped out calmly, the fear in his heart was not weaker than that of the old beggar.

"This is simply unbelievable. What kind of existence are the immortals in the upper realm?"

Yang Fan was terrified and just walked out of the temple entrance of Nianyu Guanyin.

Boom!

Another thunder flashed across the sky, the dazzling purple light dazzled his eyes so much that he simply closed his eyes.

He even had an illusion that the lightning was aimed at him.

"The situation is not good..."

Yang Fan screamed in his heart that it was not good.

From the various situations just now, one can fully infer a conclusion that it may be difficult for the immortals in the upper realm to descend to the realm, but they can influence the lower realm in a special way.What's more, this Nianyu Guanyin has a high status, and he is definitely not an ordinary immortal. As for what level it is, there is no way of knowing.

Fortunately, after Yang Fan walked out of the temple, nothing happened again.

call!
Yang Fan let out a breath, knowing that he was not in danger, but still very puzzled:
Since ancient times, there have been hundreds of millions of human beings in Dongsheng Continent. There must be many people who yell at Buddha statues. The old beggar just now did it too. Why didn't he suffer "scourge"?However, I just had contempt for the statue, and was discovered by the Nianyu Guanyin, and even had the desire to kill.

After walking out of Qingyuan Temple, Yang Fan started wandering around the top of Hanyuan Mountain again. He just hoped that Nianyu Guanyin would not miss him, otherwise it would be a disaster for him to ascend to the upper realm in the future.

Of course, Yang Fan didn't think too much about this matter, anyway, there is no danger now, and ascension to the upper world is still a very distant thing for him.

When walking to a certain bamboo forest, Yang Fan suddenly paused, and faintly heard a familiar voice.

"Sister Lin, are you really sure that 'Fairy Yun' will come to the capital in a few months, that is, this Hanyuan Mountain?"

The one who spoke was a gorgeously dressed young man with a faint arrogance and sharp eyes like a sword.

(As soon as it arrives, where is my ticket)

(End of this chapter)