Juvenile Medical God

"How do people from Tantric or Buddhism know that I am a vain successor?" Qin Lang asked a key question.

There are some people who practice the secret handprints and spiritual exercises. How can the other party judge the identity of Qin Lang?

"How do you know this question?" The old poison's answer made Qin Lang laugh and cry. "We are good at poison, not spiritual practice. However, I don't know how the Buddha's people distinguish whether you are a vain passer, but I can be sure that they must have a way to distinguish."

"I wipe! You are not saying this!" Qin Lang was speechless.

"In short, you should be careful, at least not to do mentally fighting with the Buddha's people." Old poison said, "You use less mental strength, they are even better, you can't see your secret."

"I understand." Although the information obtained from the old poisons is limited, at least Qin Lang clearly knows that the spiritual practice he inherited from Yin Wuhua may be the strongest spiritual practice of the Buddha. At the same time, Qin Lang also clearly knows that he can't easily fight the spirit of the Buddha. If you fight the spirit of the Buddha in a situation that you have to do, you must completely kill the other person.

"Understanding is one thing, but it is another matter. I don't believe that your kid can kill all the Buddhas who fight with you. Hey... you still have a woman." Old poison Laughing, it’s really just a matter of being a teacher.

"I am not a woman's benevolence. I have my own principles of killing people." Qin Lang said.

"Too lazy to care for your kid, when you hold your head and break the blood, I don't know if you can still stick to the principle." The old poison smiled and hung up the phone. Obviously this old guy had a very good time in recent days.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Lang began to worry about his situation.

Spiritual fighting, Qin Lang and Danba Xingyi and others have fought, but fortunately they have already killed it. As for Wang Xiongzhou and Peng Yueshan, they also died, and they are not Buddhist disciples. After thinking carefully, Qin Lang suddenly thought of a flaw left by himself:

It is the Zana Zen master of the religious association that Xu Zhengguo regarded as a VIP.

Although the spiritual strength of this guy is not high, it must be a disciple of the Buddha. Otherwise, it is impossible to serve in the religious association.

"I really met what I was afraid of." I didn't expect to talk to the old poison, and Qin Lang found trouble.

Now, Qin Lang can only hope that the Zener Zen master's mental strength is too bad, and has not found the abnormality of Qin Lang.

However, Qin Lang must now find this Zana Zen master to determine whether he has revealed flaws.

Qin Lang has just experienced his spiritual practice. He does not want to be stared at by the Buddha in this time, and then he is killed in the cradle.

Suddenly, why did Qin Lang understand why the old poison just laughed on the mobile phone, because the old guy probably knows that once Qin Lang reveals flaws and is stared by the Buddha's people, I am afraid that Qin Lang has only one choice:

Return to the mountains!

"Is it true that the Yinhua was forced to be relegated by the people of Buddhism?" Qin Lang’s heart was full of doubts. Although the spiritual power of Yin Wuhua was repaired to reach the peak of the rivers and lakes, the two fists were difficult to reach the four hands, let alone the Yin Wuhua face. The entire Buddhism, the Buddha master is like a cloud, this is an inevitable thing, so it is normal for Yin Wuhua to choose to live in seclusion.

"Mom, I don't want to live in the mountains, just like an old poison!" Qin Lang snorted and decided to find Zana Zen master and solved this flaw.

The so-called "solution" of Qin Lang is only to solve the problem. Although this Zana Zen master is not pleasing, Qin Lang cannot kill him because he is posing in front of his son. In that case, Qin Lang students can really become a devil.

Called a taxi, Qin Lang directly found the religious association of the autonomous prefecture.

The taxi stopped in front of a very stylish office building. When he got off the bus, Qin Lang thought he was in the wrong place, but fortunately he saw a golden marble sign in front of this grand building, which read "Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture Religious Association" several gold-plated characters.

"This place is more than a government building." I can't think of an economically backward autonomous state. This kind of religious organization is better than any big city.

However, if you think about it carefully, Qin Lang does not feel surprised. It seems that the more economically backward, the more prosperous the religion is. For example, in Tibetan areas, the experience is relatively backward, but religion is the most prosperous place in China. The Potala Palace is a world-famous pilgrimage site.

What Qin Lang didn't expect was that the autonomous prefectures, which are rare buildings, turned out to be religious associations.

It seems that the number of Buddhist religious figures in the Tibetan Mastiff Autonomous Prefecture is really quite a lot.

It may be because the status of the religious association in the autonomous prefecture is so high that even the security guards of the gatekeeper are very proud. However, after Qin Lang showed the military officer's card, the security guard immediately released it to Qin Lang. It can be seen that the power of the gun can not be ignored.

Entering the lobby of the religious association building, Qin Lang explained the intention to a female staff member in the hall.

"What? You want to see Zena Zen master?" The female staff member looked at Qin Lang from the top up and down. "Comrade comrades, you should know that Zena Zen is the vice president of our religious association. His schedule can be full. If you want to see him, I am afraid I will make an appointment first."

Qin Lang frowned, thinking that this Zana Zen master would speak. However, Qin Lang naturally has his own way. So he said to the female staff: "Miss, I seem to know you..."

"Do you know me?" The woman looked up and looked at Qin Lang subconsciously, but it was the effort of this eye. The woman’s eyes suddenly became blurred. She said with some sorrow, "Oh, yes, I know you, You are a friend of Zena Zen... You want to see Zana Zen Master, he is in the Zen Room on the 7th floor."

"Thank you." Qin Lang smiled and turned and walked over to the elevator.

When Qin Lang entered the elevator, the woman came back and said to herself: "Who did I talk to?"

The elevator reached the seventh floor and Qin Lang came to the front of the second room.

It is clearly a high-rise office, but there are two stone statues of the gatekeepers in the doorway of this room, which seems to be somewhat uncoordinated.

boom! boom!

Qin Lang rang the door of the room, and then he heard an impatient voice inside. "Who? Didn't I say that, today the Zen master is not seen!"

"Is the uninvited guest?" Qin Lang asked a question outside the door.

When the voice of Qin Lang fell, the office door was quickly opened.

The Zen master of Zana saw Qin Lang, but he did not panic or anger. Instead, he showed a humble appearance and welcomed Qin Lang to his Zen room: "I did not expect that you will come here."