Fuck you, why do you think this poor monk would give away the Dzi Beads?

Let me ask you, in the whole world, except for the two ruthless people who wasted the country's destiny and left behind a push-back plan, who would dare to touch the purple energy?

The living Buddha who successfully deceived a lot of people immediately forgot about Zhang Bei's incident, happily set up the incense burner and recited the Purana Sutra.

Time is like Li Yanghua's home, always getting farther and farther away without realizing it.

After Zhang Bei had dinner, he asked the housekeeper to clear the table, and took Li Yanghua to sit on the sofa, introducing him to the mission.

"If Shen Binhong contacts me during this period, you will help handle the matter. I guess it will just be some small things that he can't make up his mind about."

"The second one is the ancient media. After you go there, help them prepare for the wedding next month. I will also go there then."

"Finally, it's the Mountain Runner's side. Help me keep an eye on it. If you have any questions, contact me as soon as possible."

"This is your office, you don't have to worry about anything else."

Li Yanghua kept everything in mind one by one and estimated how long it would take for him to return home.

Wait until everything is finished, about a month?

The thought of returning home in a month made him full of energy.

Zhang Bei yawned, casually dug out the notes mailed by the old professor, found a place where he could get some sunlight, and started reading them.

So far, the old professor has mailed more than ten books of notes.

Each book is filled with dense annotations, as well as some books that he needs to read.

It can be said that all these notes are the hard work of the old professor throughout his life.

The writing on some of the notes is very old, but the old professor still left some corrections on them.

While he was reading records about animals in South America, Li Yanghua's figure suddenly came over.

"Zhang Boutou, there is a lama who wants to see you."

Hearing the word lama, Zhang Bei became even more lazy.

His guess was correct. As long as others arrived in Tibetan areas, he would not be the one who was anxious.

"Let him in."

"good!"

Li Yanghua nodded, quickly walked to the door and invited the lama in.

"Please sit down!"

Zhang Bei closed the notebook and poured the lama a cup of tea.

"Zhang Bituou, the Living Buddha invites you."

"My surname is really not Zhang. Did you get the wrong person?"

When Zhi heard Zhang Bei's words, he almost cursed her.

It’s not over, right?

Fun, right?

Damn it, we are monks, not fools!

Zhi took a deep breath, resisted the desire to let a group of lamas give him salvation, and began to explain.

"Zhang Tou was joking. When you were born, I brought the lama to your home to pray for you."

Um?

Zhang Bei was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then touched his chin.

You know that these stupid bald donkeys have no good intentions. Sure enough, they started plotting more than 20 years ago!

There is no need for Zhi to lie. Just ask Wang Laoer about this matter and it will become clear.

"I'm just here to travel to Tibetan areas, and I'm not a monk, so there's no need to pester me."

Although I don’t know what these bald donkeys are going to do, as long as they don’t follow their ideas, it’s absolutely fine!

When it comes to fighting, Zhang Bei can't beat the people in the village. When it comes to metaphysics, he can't beat the people who have been doing this for generations.

But there is only one thing: if he is second to disgusting people, no one would dare to be first!

Tomoya was fooled by Zhang Bei's manipulations. He was just a monk who grew up in a monastery!

What did he do wrong to bring him into contact with this unfortunate thing?

No one knows what the Living Buddha is going to do. If you want to invite him back today, I'm afraid it will not be as difficult as usual.

The air was quiet for a moment. Zhi touched his itchy scalp and spoke in a different way.

"The Living Buddha would like to treat you to a cup of tea, and I hope that Zhang Baotou will appreciate you."

"Monks don't lie!"

Fuck me!

Zhi felt his temples tingling. He wanted to return to secular life and kill this guy!

Why are there such cheap people in the world?

What on earth did the Living Buddha see in him, and why could he be revered as a holy son?

"It seems like Mr. Zhang doesn't want to see me?"

A voice sounded from the door, and the Living Buddha stood at the door wearing ordinary lama clothes.

But the aura of compassion in him cannot be ignored.

"Living Buddha, what's wrong with you?"

"It doesn't have to be like this. Everything in the world has cause and effect. Zhi, please step back first."

"yes!"

Zhi bowed to the Living Buddha and stood aside.

The living Buddha had a thick smile on his face and sat directly in front of Zhang Bei.

Zhang Bei also didn't expect that the living Buddha could come in person. His status was not that of an ordinary person.

Every trip is extremely troublesome.

The worship of ordinary believers, plus the following of some fanatical believers.

If it weren't for Qiao Zhuang's dressing up, I probably wouldn't be able to get here.

"Tell me, what are you planning to do?"

The Living Buddha stared at Zhang Bei with his eyes: "I wonder, Zhang Bei, do you believe in cause and effect?"

"Don't believe it!"

Niu Stan knew that Zhang Bei had never followed a routine.

This kind of subconscious reaction does not harm the living Buddha, it is just pure instinct.

"More than four hundred years ago, someone tried to stop Liu Bowen, but only Changbai Mountain was saved."

"During the Tang Dynasty, some people wanted to enter the court to solve the problem of weak dragon veins, but unfortunately, only the Tuibei Tu was left."

"In the Qin Dynasty, someone tried to prevent the jade seal from taking shape, but in the end, only one corner of the jade seal was broken."

"It's all connected."

I have to say that dealing with the Riddler is the most tiring. Zhang Bei doesn't like to use his brain, but now he must brainstorm.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Bei chose to give up.

The information is unequal, and the conclusion he draws may not be the truth. What's more, according to the wisdom of the Living Buddha, it is possible that the truth he gets is what he wants him to get.

"I'm just the leader of the mountain runners!"

"That's right, but the ten outer sects all listen to you now, don't they?"

Each person's words made the air tense.

Every sentence these two people spoke contained more than one meaning, and Li Yanghua could understand it a little better.

Zhi stood aside, his scalp itching, almost growing a brain.

The living Buddha kept smiling and looked straight at Zhang Bei.

"What's more, today's Jiuliu also have a leader..."

"Tell me what you want to do."

Zhang Bei directly interrupted the living Buddha's words, his eyes gleaming coldly.

Seeing this look, even the living Buddha broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Grass!

Shouldn't have mentioned this!

Be cool!

"If one day in the future, lamas all over the world suffer a great disaster, can you help me?"

"During this period, if you need it, my people are at your disposal."

It's a transaction, more like a surrender.

Zhang Bei doesn't need to do anything, and there may not even be a catastrophe for Lamas in the future.
Chapter completed!