Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

"Back to Lord Buddha, I don't know!" As Xu Fan removed the coercion, the man had already raised his head at this time, and Xu Fan squinted at him.

Suddenly, the man's heart was tense. Before he could think about anything, he was stabbed by the pure Yang sword in Xu Fan's hand. After a few wailing, there was no sound. As for the soul of this man, Xu Fan didn't let it go, he gave it to the sword directly. Spirit sucks.

Just after this man was killed, there was a golden glow in the cave. This is the Buddha's light stolen by this man these days. This Buddha's light envelops Xu Fan's whole body. At this moment, Xu Fan looks like an unborn baby in his mother. In the amniotic fluid.

Xu Fan was also surprised at first, and then he was bathed in the Buddha's light with a sense of indescribable joy. After the golden light disappeared, Xu Fan only felt his brain clear, and his whole body was extremely comfortable. There was a kind of unspeakable joy and pleasure.

Xu Fan didn't stay in the cave for too long either. He leaped towards the entrance of the cave, and then flew towards the ground. Xu Fan heard a sound as soon as he landed.

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor is good fortune." The speaker was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old monk. Xu Fan looked at it a few times. Although the monk seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, there was a sense of twilight in his eyes. This is very strange.

Xu Fan didn't know what the little monk wanted to do, and then said, "Little Master, what's the answer to this."

"Amitabha, the benefactor has learned about the incense merits and merits of Tan Temple for hundreds of years. Why don't I know anything now?" The little monk's eyes were extremely clear at this moment, staring at Xu Fan firmly.

"Little Master, I see, then you must know that this is just a misunderstanding, and you can't blame me." Xu Fan shrugged and said.

"If this is not the case, I am afraid that the poor monk will not talk more with the donor here. Since it is obtained by the donor by chance, that is the blessing of the donor, but the donor is asked to agree to a request from the young monk." Although the little monk said It is extremely beautiful, but the tone and attitude make people feel that they cannot be rejected.

"Please speak!" Xu Fan was not polite anymore. They all said they were polite, and politeness is mutual. Xu Fan also has a temper. If this little monk still has this attitude, Xu Fan has already felt that he is gone.

"I also hope that when the Xitan Temple is rebuilt next month, the donor will come here to consecrate the Buddha statues in the Xitan Temple. The donor should not rush to refuse. This is definitely a great benefit to the donor." The little monk seemed to see what Xu Fan was thinking in his heart. .

Xu Fan didn't say it at this time and didn't leave. Just looking at the little monk, the little monk didn't seem to be embarrassed. He said, "Besides the ten major merits of building temples, the little monk promised to help the donor once."

When the little monk said this, Xu Fan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. Who is this little monk and why he knows so many things? Faced with Xu Fan's puzzled eyes, the little monk smiled slightly and his hands were imprinted, and a golden Buddha statue was left. Appearing behind him, he looked at Xu Fan and said: "I don't want to hide it from you. This place is originally a place of practice. For hundreds of years, you have absorbed all the Buddha's light. Although it is a coincidence, the donor has achieved this cause and effect. It's impossible to stay out of the matter, and so is the poor monk."

"Okay! When next month." Xu Fan agreed after thinking about it. After all, he had absorbed the Buddha's light for hundreds of years.

"The fifteenth month of the lunar calendar next month, the little monk will be here waiting for the benefactor." After speaking, the little monk left.

"What a weird little monk!" Xu Fan sighed, thinking that he should go back now, and have to go to Jinling with Lan Lan.

Xu Fan just walked out of the collapsed Xitan Temple when he saw the female tour guide still wandering nearby. She was also startled. He sighed and walked forward and said, "Hey, why aren't you leaving?"

"Ah! You scared me. When did you come out? I just went in and didn't see you. I thought you were smashed to death. Pooh! It’s okay." The female guide saw that Xu Fan was okay, as if In a good mood, he said, "My name is Fang Ling'er. Thank you very much just now."

"The surname is Fang again?" Xu Fan exclaimed after hearing the female tour guide say her name. Everything we met in the past two days has something to do with the surname Fang, and I can't blame Xu Fan for such a sigh.

Xu Fan's sigh doesn't matter. The female guide Fang Linlin exploded her hair. She stared at Xu Fan and asked: "What is the surname Fang? Is the surname Fang embarrassing? Did all the people with the surname Fang eat your rice?"

"Well, you are a elder sister, can I do something wrong?" Xu Fan felt that his head was a little bigger, and simply followed Fang Linlin's words, but in his heart he wanted to send the ancestor away sooner.

Before Fang Linlin entangled all the way, the two came to the foot of Jizu Mountain, said each other and separated.

Xu Fan found a remote place and jumped up into the air. After a glance, he fell down. Seventy to eighty kilometers is a bit far away. He still took a taxi honestly. Xu Fan wanted to stop a ride on the road. After waiting for a few minutes, a maroon-red Volkswagen Mini stopped beside Xu Fan. After the window was rolled down, Xu Fan saw that the person was not someone else, but Fang Linger.

Fang Ling'er said with a smile on his face: "Oh handsome man, didn't you just drive me away with an impatient look, now I'll give you another chance."

If it really is a present-day report, Xu Fan felt distressed, and said with a smile: "Beauty Fang, your beauty is big, and I care about what you want, so take me on the way."

"Okay!" Fang Linger finished speaking, and this mini-laughing car whizzed and drove past Xu Fan, leaving Xu Fan in the cold wind.

"It's hard to raise women and villains." Xu Fan sighed deeply, then walked towards the city and waited for the bus. Xu Fan was not sure if there were any vehicles returning to the city of Dali.

After Xu Fan walked for more than half an hour, he came across a car returning to the city. However, Xu Fan paid the fare. Although the driver insisted not, Xu Fan still paid. I don’t know if it was Xitan Temple. Laughing monk told me that now Xu Fan is a little afraid of cause and effect.

Back in the rental house, by this time there were already many policemen upstairs pulling the cordon, Xu Fan didn’t care. He was the one who called the police originally, but why the police haven’t dealt with it yet? Could it be that there is something in it? Don't be tricky.

Thinking of this, Xu Fan felt like pretending to be a melon-eating crowd. While poking his head upstairs, he asked the old man beside him: "Uncle, what's wrong, what's the matter?"

"Who is your uncle? Big brother! I've only been thirty-five years old in a few years." The old man next to him said dissatisfiedly.

"Big Brother is a little worried." Xu Fan said embarrassedly.