A treasure-appraisal maniac

The sky-high gifts from the big guys made the people of Taipingzhuang gasp with envy, and the banquet that followed made their mouths water with greed.

In the hands of Yunlong Hotel’s chefs, fresh seafood and seasonal vegetables are transformed into delicacies that are full of color, flavor and aroma.

There are also those cigarettes that you have never heard of, the priceless Moutai Wuliangye, and the exquisite pastries from Jincheng Daoxiangcun branch, which are like charming women, enchanting and addictive.

Under Lu Tianhao's help, the first villager couldn't resist the temptation and sat down, and immediately the second one shamelessly followed suit.

After a while, the villagers who had suppressed their salivation completely put aside their trivial restraints and sat around to eat and drink.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, under Lu Fei's persuasion, the older bosses left one after another to go back to rest.

Before leaving, Zhang Yanhe, the newly appointed director of the Bashu Museum, pulled Lu Fei aside to express his sincere thanks and said that he would definitely come to his place if he was useful in the future.

Lu Fei learned from Zhang Yanhe that because of his words, a major earthquake occurred in the archaeological and cultural preservation industry in China, and the situation was completely reshuffled in one day.

A total of thirty-one big bosses in China were found to have problems. Kong Fanlong was shocked when he saw this number.

If it hadn't been for Lu Fei's trouble, he really wouldn't have known that the problems in his team were so serious.

As for the three bitches Zhao Wu from Bianliang, they were completely reduced to bereft dogs without Zhao Zhiyong as their backer.

Zhao Wu was temporarily detained for abusing his power, offering and accepting bribes, and will be severely punished by law.

Lu Fei was in a good mood after hearing the news.

It’s not that you don’t report that the time has not come yet. When the time comes, none of those monsters and monsters can escape.

After sending Zhang Yanhe and others to the temporary parking lot, they exchanged a few words and were about to get in the car. Suddenly, a car drove over quickly with dazzling lights.

Who could be here so late?

Just when Lu Fei was confused, the car stopped in front of the memorial shed, and the door opened and four monks in cassocks came out.

The leading monk, who has a fat head and big ears, is wearing a cassock and has his hands clasped together.

Shi and Chen Xiang’s little dog didn’t know what they were communicating with.

Due to the distance, Lu Fei couldn't hear him at all, so he said goodbye to Zhang Yanhe and hurried back.

Zhang Yanhe also felt fresh and closed the car door to accompany Lu Fei back.

When he got closer, Lu Fei saw clearly that the monks were driving a BMW 7 Series sedan.

Lu Fei sighed in his heart.

Damn it!

Monks are so fucking extravagant these days!

When the little puppy saw Lu Fei coming back, he said to the fat monk.

"Master, my brother is back. He is the boss. If you have anything, please tell him."

The monk turned around to look at Lu Fei, clasped his hands together and chanted the Dharma chant.

"Amitabha, good evening, donor."

"Master, who are you?"

"The poor monk is the first Baoji Temple in Xiang Province, with the Buddhist name Fayun!"

"faint?"

"Is there such a dharma title?" Lu Fei said casually.

"puff!"

Chen Xiang and several young people laughed in unison.

"Amitabha is not dizzy but a cloud of Dharma. The Dharma of Buddha Dharma is a cloud of clouds." The monk explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I heard wrong."

"May I ask why Master Fayun is here?" Lu Fei asked.

"It's like this. The poor monk passed by this place while traveling around the world. He found that there was some resentment here. When he came over and took a look, he realized that it was your old Bodhisattva who died."

"Adhering to the purpose of compassion, the poor monk is willing to save the old Bodhisattva and help him to be reborn in bliss as soon as possible." The monk said.

Lu Fei handed the monk a cigarette. The monk glanced at the trademark and quickly shook his head.

"

Amitabha, monks do not smoke. "

"Haha, I'm sorry, I was rash."

"Since the master is willing to save my father, I would like to express my gratitude. I wonder how much it would cost to save my father?" Lu Fei asked.

"Amitabha, it is the duty of our Buddhist sect to save all sentient beings. It is too vulgar to raise money." The monk was expressionless and assumed an incomprehensible pose.

"for free?"

"That's great, then there's Master Lao."

"puff!"

The monk almost vomited three liters of blood. He thought to himself, "I'm just being polite, but you're so fucking silent!"

I don’t need money to do my knitting. Isn’t this sick? .??.

"Amitabha, Donor Lu, although we don't charge any fees, we still need to form good karma."

"The so-called sincerity leads to spirituality. This is a sign of respect for the Buddha, so that it can help your father escape from suffering and be reborn in bliss as soon as possible."

"Donor Lu, do you understand what I mean?"

Lu Fei smiled and said.

"I understand, I understand, don't worry, master. As long as you save yourself well, I will definitely give you more incense and money."

"I wonder what scripture the master used to save my father?"

The monk was stunned for a moment and then said.

"Well, Buddhism is boundless and there are countless scriptures. Even if I tell you, you won't understand."

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case. Master, you might as well talk about it."

The monk had the urge to scold his mother, thinking that it’s so damn hard to make money these days. Fortunately, I had done enough homework before, otherwise I would have ended up like this.

"Returning to the donor, we usually use Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra to save the souls of the dead. I wonder if you have heard of it."

Lu Fei smiled and said.

"If sentient beings in the future world, while dreaming or sleeping, see ghosts, gods, and various forms, they may be sad or crying, worried or sighing, or frightened or frightened."

"These are all parents, men, women, sisters, husbands and wives who have lived in the evil realm for ten, hundreds, and thousands of lives. They have not been able to escape from the evil realm. They have no hope of salvation. They should tell their flesh and blood in the past life to make it easier for them to leave the evil realm. .”

"Master, what's next?"

"Well"

The great monk was stunned on the spot, and Chen Xiang and others were confused.

Zhang Yanhe was the only one present who could understand, and Zhang Yanhe couldn't help but be shocked.

"Amitabha, what do you mean, Donor Lu?" the monk asked.

Lu Fei said calmly.

"What's the meaning?"

"What I just talked about was the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra. Doesn't Master know that?"

"puff--"

Damn it!

The monk thought that this was really bad. Damn it, he actually met an expert. Isn’t this embarrassing?

"Well, it's like this. We all study Sanskrit, so I don't quite understand what Master Lu is talking about."

"Sanskrit, right? I can do it too!"

Lu Fei smiled coldly and spoke an obscure Sanskrit scripture.

Chen Xiang, Kong Jiaqi and other young people opened their mouths in unison, thinking that Lu Fei was too perverted. He could even speak Sanskrit. What else could he not do?

Zhang Yanhe was so shocked that the great monk broke into a cold sweat.

"Amitabha, me. me"

"What's wrong, Master Fayun, what I said is not standard or you just don't understand?" Lu Fei suddenly changed his face and asked.

"I, I, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. I'm sorry, I can't do this ritual anymore. Say goodbye!"

The great monk saw that the situation was not going well and turned around to run away. Lu Fei took a step across and stopped in front of the monk and sneered.

"Bald Donkey, it's none of my business that you cheated me, but it's a pity that you blindly cheated me. What do you think we should do about this?"