Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Donor Liao is joking. If you and I fight, there will be great disaster in the world, which will lead to the destruction of all living beings. The benefactor is so merciful that there is no reason to bury the common people with his own hands."

"It's just a discussion. It's not as exaggerated as the Bodhisattva said. Besides..."

Liao Wenjie paused and said without hesitation: "You don't have to fight in the human world. There is no one in the underworld, and there is no one in hell. In fact, hell is quite good. It has poor mountains and rivers and simple wind. To demolish it is to rebuild it. You and I will go together, I’m afraid the King of Hell doesn’t dare to say anything more.”

"Amitabha, Donor Liao is joking again."

"So that's it. Bodhisattva has great love, but it's just the poor people who are in a small position."

Liao Wenjie nodded and changed his words: "Since the underworld and hell are not good, it is better to look beyond the sky. I think Mars is very good. It is spacious, inaccessible and not too far away."

"What the poor monk means is that fighting is useless. If Donor Liao really has grudges that cannot be quelled, the poor monk can give lectures for another ten days to make repayment."

"Forget it, the poor Taoist finally climbed out of the Buddha's pit..."

Liao Wenjie sighed: "Bodhisattva knows what Pindao means, and Pindao also knows that Bodhisattva has no intention of fighting against others. But Pindao has been preparing for today for a long time, so he also asked Bodhisattva to do something convenient."

"The benefactor has shown kindness to Buddhism several times, and the poor monk cannot refuse it. If the benefactor doesn't dislike it, then let's fight!"

"Wen Dou, can this thing still be Wen Dou?"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows and complained: "What does Bodhisattva mean? Singing or dancing?"

"Play majiang."

"???"

A string of question marks floated across Liao Wenjie's forehead, suspecting that he had been overheard when he arranged that Buddha and Guanyin liked to play mahjong.

This is unreasonable, eavesdropping is wrong!

The two figures disappeared in a flash, looking for a place to play mahjong. Everyone in the arena looked as if they had been in a daze. They felt like they had had a long dream, but they couldn't remember anything.

Except for two people and one dog, the two people were Stephen Zhou and Tang Niu. The two looked at each other silently, Stephen Zhou's nostrils gradually raised, and Tang Niu's pineapple cap became increasingly deficient in calcium.

Except for these two people, no one cared that Happy Boss turned into a dog, as if he had always looked like this.

After the judges announced Tang Niu as the God of Cookery, Tang Niu kicked the trophy in front of him, took off his apron and threw it on the ground.

"Fuck your dream of being a chef. I won't be a chef anymore. I will shave my head and become a monk."

After saying that, Tang Niu strode away and bumped into Mengwei at the entrance of the arena. He hugged the old monk's thigh and cried loudly on the spot, shouting that if Mengwei didn't accept him, he would immediately jump into the sea and drown.

The outside world is too dangerous, but the kitchen of Shaolin Temple is safe.

Mengwei felt the same way. He knew that Stephen Zhou had a great opportunity, so he came to try his luck. Unexpectedly, this time, a Guanyin master appeared directly.

Although it was his own faith and he felt honored to meet his boss, when he thought about holding the female reporter's hand not long ago, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If you don't leave, the relics will come out.

Seeing the two figures rushing back to the mainland overnight, Stephen Zhou shivered, ignored the judges' looks of help, turned around and ran away without a trace.

Whoever wants to be the God of Cookery should be his, but his body is weak and he can't bear it.

Before he even landed, Stephen Zhou met a group of goose heads blocking the door on the shore. They told him that not only was the turkey not dead, but it was a blessing in disguise that it suddenly became beautiful.

As for how beautiful it is, the goose-headed god smiled mysteriously and took out his mobile phone to contact the turkey waiting on the sidelines, letting Stephen Zhou see for himself, and then...

An aunt wearing pink children's clothing stopped in front of Stephen Zhou, and left with her arms and legs just one second before he went to see a doctor for a heart attack.

Just a passerby, not a turkey.

"Goose Tou, what's going on? Where is Sister Ji?"

"That's weird, why can't I get through on the phone?"

…

Turkey was playing mahjong with Liao Wenjie. Others couldn't tell, but Master Guanyin was a person of small light. His appearance was hazy, but Liao Wenjie could see it clearly.

The face is almost pinched with his own hands, and there is no mistaking it. Master Guanyin descended to the earth in the body of a turkey, and he did not come in person.

It is precisely because of this that Liao Wenjie dares to open his mouth to challenge one another and keep his mouth shut to fight. Otherwise, he would be so arrogant because his brain was caught in the door.

The Buddha's big dick hurts, but Sister Guanyin's wicker slaps her body without any shadow?

The location is still at the Seafood Restaurant, but on a different floor. Because two-person mahjong seriously lacks objective factors and it is difficult to reflect the skills of the players, the mainland tour group was lucky and picked two people to accompany them to play mahjong.

This was what Master Guanyin meant. Liao Wenjie suspected that she was trying to show off. Since there was no evidence and he wanted to do it himself, he did not expose her in person.

"Gudu!"

On the mahjong table, Chang Chongzi stared intently at Zhengxin, who was sweating profusely across his face. On his left and right sides were the masked land gods and the Guanyin Master with a white halo.

So close yet so far away, I can see it, but I dare not look directly.

Beside the wall, a group of tourists from the tour group looked at him with admiration. The respect in their eyes was like that of fans who would be stupid decades later. They all felt ashamed of Chang Chongzi and Zhengxin's fearless spirit of self-sacrifice.

Opportunity?

envious?

Bah, I only think about making the boss happy, how can I find the opportunity to realize it?

Even if they didn't sit in that seat, they knew that burning their buttocks was definitely a torture.

What a fool?

No, it’s confused!

"East...east wind."

It was Zhengxin's turn, and he took a peek left and right to confirm that there was nothing abnormal, and then carefully pushed out the sweat-soaked Dongfeng.

Zhengxin originally didn't know how to play mahjong. Last time, I was lucky enough to be given a few tips by the land gods in the underground palace. I knew that Buddha was very addicted to playing cards, so I worked hard in this area.

I don’t mean anything else, I just feel that the things that Buddha played with must have profound meanings, and there is no harm in learning them.

Chang Chongzi also had an idea. Since the Buddha was addicted to playing cards, the identity of the people who could sit at the same table with the Buddha must not be simple. It is a matter of course that there should be a few among the Three Pure Ones and Six Imperial Kings.

The juniors may not like it, but out of filial piety, the elders cannot dislike it.

What a fool!

No, it's a draw.

Our ancestors paid attention to people, and the word "harmony" means the unity of heaven and man, the coordination of yin and yang.

Chang Chongzi looked at the east wind played by Zhengxin, and then looked at his own cards. He remembered the profound meaning of the word "harmony" and felt that he had gained a lot. Then he sat quietly and pretended that nothing happened.

On Liao Wenjie's side, the red light in his eyes persisted. Except for Master Guanyin, everyone in the room was under his control, and he also knew the cards of Chang Chongzi and Zhengxin.

Comparing his heart with his heart, he believed that the Bodhisattva was also a thousand-year-old, and he used the six magical powers of Buddhism: the power of the heavenly eye, the power of the heavenly ear, and the power of other minds...

True fairy bureau.

"Dududu——"

The cell phone rang, Liao Wenjie raised his hand to answer it, and Meng Luo complained repeatedly on the other side.

"Asshole, where are you? I've been waiting for a long time!"

"The situation is a bit complicated. I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. If you insist on an explanation, I'm constipated. Just wait for me for five minutes and I'll be fine soon."

"A man can have an affair just by peeing, let alone being constipated." Meng Luo was very dissatisfied with this answer, thinking that Liao Wenjie was having sex in the bathroom.

"It's nonsense, that's someone else."

After hanging up the phone, Liao Wenjie was speechless: "Bodhisattva, we have already been defeated twice. There must be a limit if we don't fight. I am of average wisdom and will gain nothing from this fight. Let's just be direct."

"Donor Liao is not in his mind, so naturally he can't see anything."

Xiao Guangren responded with a smile: "If the meaning of the game is not enough, the poor monk also has some experience in Go, what do you think of Liao Shi?"

"Rough man, no."

"One method is universal, and all methods are universal. Donor Liao understands the transformation of yin and yang. He is so powerful that it is difficult to find an opponent in the world. Why should he be humble..."

In the middle of the words, Master Guanyin paused slightly, spread out his cards, and said with a smile: "I'm ashamed, the poor monk's victory is due to luck. Does Donor Liao have any insights?"

"A little bit."

Liao Wenjie nodded, held down the mahjong table with both hands, and lifted it to the ceiling with a bang: "I saw it, you are cheating!"

(﹃;)xN

The onlookers all gasped, their young minds unable to withstand such a big battle, they remained in a uniform posture and fainted on the spot, with only one thought before their consciousness disappeared.

He flipped the table, he actually flipped the table...

It's pitiful for God. They traveled thousands of miles just to have a meal with a Bodhisattva or a god. Wouldn't it be nice to play mahjong? Why bother them like this?

It doesn’t matter whether they are worthy or not.

Damn it, I actually fainted secretly. I'm so happy that you brought Pindao with you!

Chang Chongzi tried a few times with his eyes rounded, but because he was too nervous, he became more and more energetic and could not pass out.

He and the opponent looked at each other sincerely. The two had been friends for many years. With a glance, he understood the other person's thoughts. At the same time, he launched a mental attack on the other person, exchanging a meager life for the slight price of serious injury and coma.

"Donor Liao, do you still want to choose martial arts after all?" Master Guanyin sighed.

"Yes."

Liao Wenjie nodded. He had worked hard for a year in Fengyun World just to fight tonight. For this reason, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the sweet time of his wings, and even gave up the recruitment plan of new wings.

He tried his best, but in the end Master Guanyin just wanted to send him away with a pair of mahjong tiles. He could bear it, but neither could the wings.

"In this case, the poor monk can only stay with me for a while."

Master Avalokitesvara clasped his hands together, and a figure in white walked out from beside him: "A common man in this body is no match for the vast power of Donor Liao. If there is any damage, the poor monk cannot escape the blame. I am willing to do it for you with one of the thirty-three incarnations. I also hope that Donor Liao will do it." mercy."

Liao Wenjie: "..."

Ah, it turns out your incarnation can come over!

This misunderstanding is so big, why didn't you tell me earlier...if you had told me earlier, we would have continued playing mahjong.

Liao Wenjie glanced at the No. 2 Xiao Guangren next to Master Guanyin, and then at the mahjong table that was raised to the ceiling. He secretly blamed the wings for being unsafe. He had tolerated it, so why couldn't they.

There was no other way, considering how beautiful they were, he could only hold his nose and admit it.

Liao Wenjie walked out from behind Liao Wenjie with a bewildered incarnation of good thoughts, pointed at him and said: "Bodhisattva has a heart. This person is the incarnation of Pindao's good thoughts. He has the same mind as Pindao. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Pindao himself. At present, he is the incarnation of Pindao. Incarnation is not unfair."

"Donor Liao's words make sense."

Master Guanyin smiled lightly: "In that case, where would the donor want to discuss it?"

"Human life is life, and the life of ghosts is also life. It is even more difficult for the king of hell. Bodhisattva is compassionate, and neither the underworld nor hell is suitable..."

Liao Wenjie blinked: "Let's go to Mars. Because it's close to the earth, there's a risk of being affected. I'll let the avatar focus on fighting moves, use less mana, and try not to use it as much as possible."