I Am In Charge of Myriad Realms Bank

"Jingxinyuan!"

Chen Fan looked at the huge courtyard in front of him, isolated in the desert, and his eyes rested on the three characters on the plaque.

There are no green plants around Jingxinyuan, only wind and sand. However, inside Jingxinyuan, there are dense vegetation, birds singing and flowers fragrant, just like a paradise world.

"It seems..."

"She shouldn't be from the Shadow Guard."

When Chen Fan saw this scene, he couldn't help but make such a judgment.

After arriving in the seventh heaven for a few days, he had some knowledge of the major forces in the seventh heaven, but... he had never heard of such a place!

Even Yan Ruyu has never mentioned it!

Was it just built in recent years?

"Since the donor is here, why don't you come in and sit down?"

At this moment, the gate of Jingxinyuan opened, and an old but powerful voice came out.

"In this case, the owner of the village will bother you."

Hearing this, Chen Fan raised his eyebrows. Apparently he didn't expect that the other party would be able to detect his arrival. What was even more unexpected was that the other party would actually invite him!

and……

You can tell from the name of the other party that the owner of Jingxinyuan is a monk!

"Da da da……"

Stepping into Jingxin Courtyard, Chen Fan could more intuitively see the terraces and pavilions in the courtyard. They were well-proportioned and the running water made people intoxicated.

"This is not a fantasy."

"This is the result of years of painstaking cultivation by the poor monk."

At this moment, a burly middle-aged man came over carrying a watering utensil. He was wearing a monk's robe casually. He was covered in sweat, and his shoes were stained with some mud spots and were still very wet. He was obviously Working.

"How do the flowers here survive?"

Chen Fan instantly had a much better impression of the middle-aged monk in front of him. Then he looked at the gorgeous flowers around him and asked, "As far as the owner of this village knows..."

"This is the northern desert. It is vast and boundless, with endless wind and sand. There is no life for thousands of miles."

"It's extremely difficult to cultivate flowers, isn't it?"

"Moreover, the purple bell flower you cultivated is one of the most difficult flowers to survive."

"Careful."

The middle-aged monk said concisely and concisely: "What the donor just said is just external conditions."

“As long as you put your mind to it, anything can happen.”

Hearing this, Chen Fan smiled.

Chatting with monks was like this, he was used to it.

Didn't care either.

"How long has Master been here?"

"There are thousands of Buddhist temples in the world, why doesn't Master stay there?"

"But choose this place alone?"

Chen Fan asked curiously.

"There are thousands of Buddhist temples, but there is no place for them."

"The poor monk prefers this place, where he can meditate and cultivate his nature! Atone for his sins!"

The middle-aged monk said calmly and continued to do the work in hand.

"Atonement?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and instantly grasped the key point of the middle-aged monk's words.

"That's right."

"Atonement!"

The middle-aged monk said without hesitation: "Many monks who have become monks have either seen through the past in the world of mortals, or are heartbroken and want to find sustenance and faith to live on. Or they have committed serious sins and beg for their souls to be transcended after death and not fall into the world." hell."

"A master is a man of stories."

Chen Fan said, without asking about the other party's personal affairs. Instead, he changed the topic and said, "Those who have stories have needs."

"Master, do you have any special desires that you want to satisfy?"

"desire?"

"The monks abstain from sex, and even though the poor monks have secluded themselves from the world for a long time, they dare not violate the Buddhist rules."

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk shook his head and carefully protected the delicate flowers that had just grown out of the ground.

This is the Holy Sunflower. It cannot withstand any wind or rain. It is one of the most delicate flowers in the world.

What people didn’t expect was that it actually took root here!

"Uh...then what wish does Master have that you want to fulfill?"

Chen Fan asked.

Talking to the monks is difficult!

Speech is vague and whining.

Can you please be happy?

"wish?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk paused, stopped what he was doing, and looked at an octagonal holy well not far away, thoughtfully.

Chen Fan followed his gaze and couldn't help but his pupils shrank slightly.

Because the octagonal holy well was densely inscribed with a large number of mysterious runes, even he felt extremely uncomfortable just looking at it!

Looking carefully, this octagonal holy well has a small mouth, a cover, no holes, is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and stands on a round platform.

It looks neat and orderly.

only……

The more Chen Fan looked at it, the more he felt an indescribable strange feeling.

"The donor noticed something was wrong?"

At this moment, the middle-aged monk stared at Chen Fan, his voice became gloomy and hoarse for some reason, and he asked.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, looked at the middle-aged monk, and said, "Master, it seems... your story is very deep."

"The owner of this village is actually interested in your story."

"The fact that the donor can find Jingxinyuan is enough to prove that you are extremely powerful."

"In this northern desert, there are many dangers. It is a place where the most vicious and evil people from all races are active."

"Among them, the most powerful Dryland Centipede is even half as strong as an Earth Lord!"

The middle-aged monk stared at Chen Fan and continued: "But... your strength is only at the seventh-level Venerable level."

"The donor is a dual cultivator of soul and martial arts?"

"No wonder you can see the magic of the Octagonal Holy Well."

"The Master of the Bajiao Holy Well Suppresses."

Chen Fan did not explain too much about his own strength, but asked: "The owner of this village would like to know, what is the evil that requires the master's personal supervision and the Octagonal Holy Well to suppress it?"

"It would be best for the donor not to know."

The middle-aged monk said calmly: "Otherwise... you are likely to be involved in cause and effect, and it will be impossible to get rid of it by then."

"cause and effect?"

Chen Fan smiled lightly and said, "Being burdened with cause and effect is indeed a big trouble."

"but……"

"Since the master can bear it, the owner of this village is naturally not afraid."

"Who is the donor?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes and asked.

"No wonder the reputation value has not reached 10 million points yet. It turns out that the owner of this village is not famous enough."

Chen Fan muttered.

"What did the donor say?"

The middle-aged monk was stunned and didn't understand.

"Oh, nothing."

Chen Fan waved his hand and said: "Wanjie Bank, master, have you heard of it? It is now under the control of the owner of the bank."

"The owner of this village has discovered that there are powerful people in the seventh heaven who are beyond the limits of heaven. I came here to check and see if I can conclude a deal."

He stated his purpose bluntly.

"Wanjie Bank?!!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk's expression changed for the first time. He stared at Chen Fan and said, "No wonder... No wonder..."

"Since the donor wants to know the story of this octagonal holy well, then the poor monk can tell it."

"After that, the poor monk wants to do some business with Wanjie Bank!"

"All ears."

Chen Fan naturally won't have any problems. This is the purpose of his trip: "As for the transaction... As long as the master can pay a sufficient price and does not violate the principles of Wanjie Bank, the owner of the bank can satisfy any requirements."