With every sentence Fangzheng said, he took a step forward. He said 134 words in one breath, which meant that he took 134 steps forward. Every step he took was perfectly timed, as though he was stepping on the man's heartbeat. Fangzheng's words were sonorous and forceful. Each word was like a hammer that smashed into the man's heart.
As for the man, he was already feeling guilty to begin with. With Fangzheng taking the initiative, he instantly gained the upper hand in terms of aura. Then, like a huge wave, he pushed towards a climax step by step. Each wave was higher than the last as it crazily struck the walls of his heart.
At that instant, he was afraid as he subconsciously took a step back.
He saw Fangzheng take a step forward while he took a step back. As the 134 words were spoken, the final word was spoken.
It was as though a judge had penned the brush, a county magistrate had slammed the table, and a judge had struck the gavel. The man actually believed that he had made all the monks look like beggars. Feeling guilty, his legs went limp as he plopped to his knees in front of Fangzheng.
The moment he knelt down, he jolted to his senses, thinking, "That's not right! I didn't think of it that way! "
He looked up and was about to say something when he saw the indignant monk suddenly chuckle at him. "Patron, kneel if you know your mistakes. Be good …"
Pfft!
When the man heard that, he felt depressed from Fangzheng's suppression, as well as the provocation from the mocking laughter around him, as well as Nguyen Thiên Tinh's look as though he was looking at a dead man, he spewed out a mouthful of blood as he transformed into a red mist that filled the sky.
Fangzheng hurriedly took a step back and said, "Amitabha. Patron, you repent with your blood. This Penniless Monk is convinced."
When the man heard that, he cursed angrily. "You poor monk. You might have a sharp tongue, but no matter what you say, you are still a pauper!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a shout. "Who said that Master is a poor monk?"
As that was said, a series of motors roared. Following that, supercars charged over with a series of roars. Behind them was a Rolls-Royce convoy, and in the middle was a long Rolls-Royce! At the back were supercars with their motors roaring.
The moment the convoy appeared, everyone subconsciously retreated to make way for it.
The originally dazzling luxury car was instantly overshadowed by the motorcade!
The taxi driver, who had sent Fangzheng there and hadn't left yet, hurriedly moved his car in fright when he saw the commotion. At the same time, he exclaimed. "Heavens, I actually pulled an accomplished monk that can walk into Mt. Dharma Characteristic! Haha … I'm going to buy lottery tickets when I get back! "
Then, he hurriedly ran away, lest the eminent monk remembered the scene of him mocking and ridiculing him before and settle the score with him.
The convoy slowly came to a stop behind Fangzheng. Following that, a man walked over respectfully and bowed at Fangzheng. "Venerable Fangzheng, you are China's living Buddha. You don't like the tricks of mortals, but sometimes, without these tricks, it's easy to attract imps to cause trouble. "
The person was none other than the man who had received Fangzheng at the airport, Officer Wang!
Fangzheng didn't expect Wang Can to come, much less in such a timely manner!
Fangzheng never expected that a mere conference would require so much packaging! Although he didn't like it, he had to admit that Officer Wang was right. Sometimes, there were things that weren't necessary, but it was indeed easy to attract ghosts without them.
Fangzheng smiled. "It's fine. This Penniless Monk is a monk. When this Penniless Monk encounters a ghost, he can directly expiate it. Patron Nguyen, is This Penniless Monk right? "
"Humph!" At this point in time, what else could Nguyen Thiên Tinh say? There was no way he could regain the face he had lost. He turned and left.
The kneeling man hurriedly got up and chased after him. "Boss, aren't you going in?"
"Scram!" Nguyen Thiên Tinh vented all his anger on him. Go in? He had previously said that he couldn't enter without an invitation. Now that he didn't have one, how was he going to enter?
"Hush!" Many Chinese reporters hissed.
Nguyen Thiên Tinh left even faster.
"Haha, I knew it. Master Indecent can't be offended. Whoever does will be unlucky!"
"A living Buddha? You want to fight a living Buddha? Don't you know your place? "
"Hehe …"
When Fangzheng heard this, he waved at everyone as a greeting. Then, he said to the two security guards, "Patrons, can This Penniless Monk enter now?"
"Master, please come in." The two security guards made way and gestured for him to enter.
Fangzheng naturally held his head high and chest out as he walked into Mt. Dharma Characteristic with the dumbfounded but extremely excited Ong.
At this moment, a Vietnamese reporter shouted. "Do any of you have a photo of Abbot Fangzheng alighting? My news is just short of a photo! "
"No … I deleted it!"
"F * * k, I deleted it too!"
"Damn it, we're just short of a photo to have a complete news article!"
…
"I have it here!" a Chinese reporter shouted.
But the next moment, a group of reporters rushed forward.
"Bro, give me one. I'll pay."
"I'll pay too!"
…
"I'm not selling!" The reporter laughed out loud and ran off. Behind him was a series of curses.
And at that moment, Fangzheng had already walked into Mt. Dharma Characteristic. Inside was a hotel, and the hotel's decorations were ancient and had a Zen vibe to it. However, it didn't imitate a temple. After all, some people weren't used to living in a temple.
The hotel was like a pyramid, but it was also different. Through a straight corridor, he walked straight to the center. In the center wasn't a bar counter, but an Eight Trigrams Mirror. The Eight Trigrams Mirror corresponded to eight doors and eight elevators that led straight to the top floor.
Standing in the middle, Fangzheng realized that every level of Mt. Dharma Characteristic's decorations were different! The first level had a Vietnamese style, followed by a Buddhist style, followed by a Xianxia style, a Wuxia style, a Western magical style, a Heaven style …
There were even many thematic elements, such as Shanghai, the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, etc …
On every level, there were statues of gods or sages on the railings in the middle.
From the bottom, one could see famous people from both the East and the West. For example, the Founding Father of China, the Western poet Hugo, etc. Moving up, one could see ancient emperors, ancient sages, etc. Further up were immortals, Buddha, and the gods of heaven. All of them were lifelike, and without exception, they were all looking down at the center of the land! It was as though standing in the middle of the Eight Trigrams was equivalent to being watched by the gods and sages of the past!
That feeling was definitely not good. Anyone who did something wrong would probably kneel on the spot if their mental fortitude was lacking.
The pressure that came from an alternate space-time was truly uncomfortable.
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