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The little monk was frightened and angry, he was frightened because he was afraid that Han Yi would see something, and he was angry because Han Yi said something disrespectful.

"It's nothing interesting, but in my opinion, your Buddhism is really nothing more than that, and Lu Jiayue will not convert to Buddhism." Han Yi didn't care about the young monk's angry eyes.

The little monk was extremely angry when he heard Han Yi belittle Buddhism again and again.

He absolutely does not allow anyone to belittle Buddhism, and to belittle Buddhism is to belittle him, because after the Buddhist teaching system is established, the young monk feels that he represents Buddhism.

Since the establishment of the Dharma transmission system and becoming the protagonist, the little monk has gradually been respected by people. Whether it is people in the temple or tourists outside the temple, no one dares to speak to the little monk. He decided in his heart that he must teach Han Yi a lesson.

"How dare you belittle Buddhism? I'll teach you how to be a human being!" The little monk roared fiercely in his heart.

"Okay, since you despise Buddhism so much, you must be someone with real skills. The poor monk is not talented, and he has some experience in fortune-telling. I wonder if this benefactor dares to compete with the poor monk? Let the poor monk see if the benefactor is just talking!" The little monk looked at Han Yi with disdain.

Han Yi didn't care about the little monk's eyes, and still said leisurely: "It's not impossible to have a competition, but I like the competition with a lot of money, what do you think?"

"Okay, if the poor monk's skills are not as good as others, the poor monk will no longer ask Master Lu to convert to Buddhism." The little monk agreed decisively.

With a strange smile on his face, Han looked at the little monk playfully and said, "More than that, if you lose, you have to kneel down and admit your mistakes to the people present, and say loudly that Buddhism is bullshit, how about that?"

"Presumptuous, how can you be ashamed in the pure place of Buddhism!" an old monk said suddenly.

"Shut up, we absolutely do not allow anyone to slander the reputation of this temple!"

"I think he is sincerely here to make trouble, let him go!"

Many monks in Hongshan Temple couldn't bear to hear what Han Yi said, and they all glared at Han Yi.

As the saying goes, clay Buddhas are full of anger, not to mention these monks who take the monastery very seriously.

The anger in the little monk's heart was about to explode, but he suppressed it. After all, he was the protagonist, and ordinary people couldn't do it.

The little monk's face tended to be calm, but the anger in his heart was burning more and more.

He knew that it was useless to say anything now, so he could only show his true skills and suppress Han Yi in order to restore the temple's reputation.

"Okay, as the benefactor said. But what if the benefactor loses?" The little monk asked Han Yi calmly.

Han Yi was surprised to see the little monk suddenly put away his anger, but he still didn't care.

"If I lose, how about I kneel down from the foot of the mountain up to the Buddha, and publicize your fortune-telling skills to everyone? Fair enough?" Han Yi sneered.

"Okay, that's the decision!" The little monk immediately agreed when he heard this.

"In that case, how do you compare?"

"Since it's a fortune-telling competition, I don't want to take advantage of the benefactor. Please ask the benefactor to choose one person from the people present, and then we will respectively perform fortune-telling for this person to see who is accurate. How about it?"

The little monk suddenly clasped his hands together, gave a salute to the passengers present, and said politely: "Today's matter is related to the reputation of this temple. I would like to ask everyone present to be a witness, and please cooperate. The poor monk is very grateful!"

"Master, you are polite, we will cooperate to see if this little master has real skills!"

"That's right, Master, we don't allow anyone to slander Hongshan Temple, we must cooperate!"

When everyone saw what the little monk said, they all responded, and some people accused Han Yi of slandering Buddhism, expressing that they would cooperate with the master.

"Stop talking so much nonsense, just him!" Han Yi's voice seemed very casual, and he casually pointed to a bald middle-aged man.

Seeing that Han Yi had chosen someone, the little monk said to the middle-aged man: "Please also ask this benefactor to stand in front!"

Seeing that Han Yi had chosen him, the middle-aged man stood up.

"This benefactor, you please first!" The little monk pretended to be polite and said to Han Yi.

"You should go first, this is your home field!" Han Yi waved his hand and let the little monk come first.

"Since this is the case, then the poor monk will throw a brick to attract jade, and show his ugliness first!"

The anger in the little monk's heart was firmly suppressed, just to slap Han Yi in the face with the facts later, this is more useful than any words. He has experienced this situation before.

Let the opponent be arrogant for a while, and then use the power of the system to suppress the opponent in one fell swoop and gain the admiration of everyone. The refreshing feeling of pretending to step on the face makes the little monk want to stop..

He feels that today is the same, he is about to step on Han Yi's feet, reap the beauties, and strengthen himself.

Thinking of this, the little monk became excited and looked at the middle-aged man carefully.

"Buddhist fate is clear!" the little monk growled in his heart.

The little monk who had used his fortune-telling powers looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly, all the past of the middle-aged man appeared in the little monk's eyes.

I looked carefully for a while, because I just got the system, I can't use my supernatural powers for too long, and I can't calculate everything in detail. There are many things that have passed by in the past, which are hazy and invisible, and what I can calculate are things that have a great influence on middle-aged men.

But the little monk is still full of confidence, because he believes that it is impossible for Han Yi to have such golden fingers like him.

So the little monk didn't even look at the palmistry this time, but looked at Han Yi confidently after seeing his face.

"The poor monk has finished his calculations, benefactor please!"

"Can!"

Seeing that the little monk had finished his calculations, Han Yi casually looked at the middle-aged man.

"System, copy the other party's Buddhist Fate Master for me, and the power will be increased by ten times!" Han Yi ordered in his heart.

"Yes, order received!"

"Drip, successfully copy the opponent's Buddhist Fate Pass, consume 0.0 achievement point 30.

"Drip, the power of the Buddhist destiny is increased by ten times, and the achievement point is consumed by 60."

"Fate through Buddhism!" Han Yi shouted in his heart.

Han Yi, who had used the Buddhist Fate Master, looked at the middle-aged man, and the past of the middle-aged man suddenly appeared in his eyes.

From birth to the present, scenes are unfolded to Han Yi in detail, without any secrets.

The ten-fold increase in Buddhist fate is ten times stronger than that of the little monk. Not only does it take a long time to use, but there is nothing unclear about it.

Han Yi looked at it longer than the young monk, and took about ten minutes to look away.

The little monk showed disdain, and he felt that Han Yi was putting on airs, because he had only watched it for a few minutes.

But he didn't open his mouth to interrupt, everything will be revealed immediately.

The little monk was extremely confident. .