Master of the city

Zhang Fan was forced by the whole Meng in an instant. What does the big monk mean? Monks kneel on their knees. What's wrong with kneeling on their own?

"Master, master, what are you doing?"

Zhang Fan quickly bent over to help the empty man, but the empty man shook his head and said in a low voice: "if you don't agree with me, I won't get up."

Zhang Fan couldn't help sweating. He said, old monk, are you cheating or moral kidnapping? If you don't make it clear, let me promise you. If you don't promise, you won't get up. Do you know that?

"Master, we have something to say. I'm not the kind of person who opens my mouth without thinking. If you need anything, you have to tell me first and let me think about it before I can give you an answer. If you don't say anything, you have to ask me to agree. It's a bit hard for you."

Zhang Fan thinks that the most coveted way for monks is to open their eyes. When he was in Jiangzhou before, the leaders of the Buddhist Association and the Taoist Association all listened to what they wanted urgently, but they didn't open their mouths after being disturbed by Taoist Qinglian.

Taoism is really one. There are many small sects below. However, in Buddhism, except the esoteric sect, the monks in China are all one family. It's hard to ensure that Jiangzhou sent a message to this empty man, asking him to come here to try Zhang Fan's method of "heavenly eye communication".

After all, Zhang Fan opened her eyes to the female anchor's mobile phone in the live broadcast.

"Amitabha, benefactor Zhang, it's really hard for me to speak."

The empty sky person says so, Zhang Fan in the heart begins to affirm that he is the method that wants to open an eye. In fact, what's wrong with opening your mouth? I wish I could sell you some bottles of Yin Yang blood. Although you have simple clothes, the fees in your temple are not low. Zhang Fan doesn't have too much money.

"It's OK, master, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, there's no outsider here. There's nothing I can't say when I come out of your mouth."

"Well, it's the poor monk who is abrupt. If you don't tell me the reason, you have to ask the benefactor to agree. It's really the poor monk's fault. Well, benefactor Zhang, can you not help Xie Tianyuan solve the problem of imperial mansion? "

"What? Master, what do you say? "

Zhang Fan was forced, but he still remembers that Xie Tianyuan said that he had asked the empty sky man to come and see it before. The empty sky man said that he could not solve the problem and let him go to the capital to invite people. Although he is not from the capital, he is also recommended by Jin Shengyan. Although he has not found any clue for a while, Zhang Fan believes that he will soon be able to find out the problem of imperial mansion.

Does it mean that the old monk asked Xie Tianyuan to invite people in the capital just to raise his own price, and when the people in the capital can't solve the problem, he will come out to ask for a high price? It's not right. If that's the case, at least wait until you have a sign to solve the problem. There's no reason to kneel down and plead so early.

"Alas, there are several residents in the temple. They like to watch the live broadcast of those women on weekdays. The poor monk also followed them that night. He knew that benefactor Zhang had extraordinary skills and must be capable people. Although it's difficult to solve the problem of the imperial mansion, he must be able to solve it in time. But I think it's better not to solve it than to solve it. "

When the old monk said this, he put his hands together and recited a few verses.

"Master, I don't understand what you said. Dihao building has been killing people all the time, and if you ask Xie Tianyuan to stop operating, the loss will be very big. Xie Tianyuan can't promise. You ask me not to care about Dihao building, that is to continue to kill people? As a Buddhist disciple, that's not a good idea. "

The old monk's words made Zhang Fan feel disgusted. This belongs to local protectionism. Do you want outsiders to intervene? Or do you think other people should not be able to solve the problems that you can't solve, otherwise you will lose your Buddha's face? In Zhang Fan's mind, the image of empty heaven people has fallen sharply, and even the title has changed from "master" to "master".

"Amitabha, I don't want benefactor Zhang to solve the problem, just don't want to see more people die. Just ask benefactor Xie to change the business hours back to the original. At that time, the poor monk suggested that benefactor Xie go to the capital to look for an expert. That is to say, he expected that the talented people in the capital would not interfere in this matter, but he didn't want to come to benefactor Zhang. "

"The experts in the capital will not interfere? Is it because of geography? Master, this statement can't convince me. I originally came here to travel, and I didn't intend to stay in Erya. I won't rob the business of your Fayuan temple. Please rest assured. After all, I hope my business will not be damaged even if it is taken by my staff. "

"Amitabha, benefactor Zhang, you think too much. I didn't mean that. Some words are not easy to say. I'll leave a word for the benefactor. It depends on the benefactor himself. "

Seeing Zhang Fan's unintelligible face, the empty sky man sighed a long time, took a piece of paper from his arms, put it on the tea table, and then got up to check Zhang Fan's head, and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Master, take your time."

All sorts of conjectures in the conversation made Zhang Fan feel bad for the monk and didn't get up to see him off. As for the piece of paper left by people in the sky, Zhang Fan directly grabbed it and threw it into the garbage can. This kind of behavior that he wants to make money and does not let outsiders interfere is disgusting to him. People eat Fengshui rice by their own ability. Since you haven't won the job, why don't you let others do it?But after thinking about it, Zhang Fan took the paper out of the garbage can again. He would like to see what the old monk would leave him, whether it was a threat or a warning?

After seeing clearly the contents on the paper, Zhang Fan found that things might be a little different from what he thought.

What was written on that piece of paper was not threatening words. There was only one simple word on it - Dragon.

If other people saw the word, they would think that the old monk was mystifying, but Zhang Fan didn't think so.

People often talk about the sound of dragon chanting and tiger roaring. You have to ask what the sound of dragon chanting is. No one has ever heard of it. But Zhang Fan felt that the sound he heard in the angry dream was dragon chant.

What's more, the black air currents that Xie Guanghan and Xiang Lang saw on them were like the wire worms. Although Zhang Fan did not see the head claw and other parts in the air flow, the powerful force contained in the air flow made Zhang Fan not afraid.

It seems that the dragon character left by the old monk really means a lot. Does it mean that he can't solve the problem of imperial mansion, but is it better to solve the problem than to solve it, as he said?

His heart was full of question marks, but since the old monk only left such a word, he didn't say it on the spot. Zhang Fan knew that even if he went to Fayuan temple, the old monk would not say anything more. We can only put this matter down first. Maybe if we know more about the imperial mansion, we can figure it out. After all, we only stayed there for a few hours.

Zhang Fan threw that piece of paper back into the garbage can, and Xiao Liu, who went out to buy a small cage bag, had come back. Zhang Fan took the steamed stuffed bun and gave it to Huang Yihan. Of course, brother fan also ate Huang Yihan's small cage bag. Well, Han Jie, I'm wrong. It's big meat bag.

Huang Yihan, who is usually very generous, has been coquettish this morning. Fortunately, when she came out for lunch at noon, the ghost shop owner finally regained her usual appearance. She felt a little uncomfortable when she walked.

Although tossed all morning, but Huang Yihan did not mention what let Zhang Fan responsible for, and Zhang Fan also want to ask before the things pressure in the heart, did not say.

Some words are too clear to be interesting. When I was in Dihao building before, the front desk lady of the hotel didn't know Zhang Fan and didn't want to open room 1214 for her, which means that Xie Tianyuan didn't arrange for the reception of Zhang Fan for the people in the building in advance, but Xie Guanghan and Liu Ming arrived soon after Zhang fan arrived on the 12th floor, so who told the Xie family about Zhang Fan's whereabouts?

After lunch, Zhang Fan took a taxi to the imperial mansion again. This time, he just got off the bus and didn't enter the gate. Liu Ming, the driver of Xie Tianyuan, welcomed him from the side. Obviously, he had been waiting for Zhang Fan here for a long time.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm going to visit some places today. The chairman of the board already knows what happened last night. He attaches great importance to it. I'm waiting for Mr. Zhang here early this morning. Please let me know if you need anything."

"Well, I need your chairman to clear the building after dark, OK?"

The thing in my heart, although I don't want to say to Huang Yihan, Zhang Fan is a little upset after all. When I heard Liu Ming mention Xie Tianyuan, I suddenly got angry.

"Mr. Zhang, if you need to do something, it will be no problem to free the building for a day or two. If it will be like that in the future, it will not be possible."

Liu Ming, as Xie Tianyuan's confidant, knows Xie Tianyuan's style well, so he can't do it.

"Well, you tell him first, and you are not allowed to have anything to do with Huang Yihan in the future. I hate being watched."

Liu Ming's facial muscles twitched.

"What do you mean, Mr. Zhang?"

"What do you mean, don't you know? I don't know what relationship you have, but from today on, it's better not to have any more connections. I hate being watched

"Well, that's OK. I can promise Mr. Zhang."

Liu Ming hesitated and nodded. Obviously, some things can't hide from Zhang Fan.

"Well, that's good. It's still early now. Take me to your library in Erya first. "

"Library? What are you doing there? "

"Some information needs to be checked. If you can, help me find an old comrade from the editorial board of local chronicles. They need to help me with some things."