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"I'll take the half-hollow brass weight of more than [-] catties! Is the power of our family's mental illness so great?"

Boom, boom, boom... When the live broadcast youth was holding up his mobile phone and talking to the bullet screen, he suddenly frowned and poked his fingers in his ears, "It's so loud, I'm going to be deaf."

"Returning Brass Zen Staff"

The live broadcast youth turned his head in doubt, his eyes fell on the gradually cracked bluestone slab under the brass Zen staff, his pupils dilated instantly.

He thought it was an exaggeration to say in the barrage that this is a Zen rod made of semi-hollow brass, but now it seems that it has shrunk obviously.

It can break the bluestone slab without cracks, this brass Zen stick is probably solid brass! Suddenly, the sound of vibrating eardrums entered the ear again, making the live broadcast youth immediately cover his ears, and looked at the up and down frequency in horror. An unchanged brass Zen staff.

When the brass Zen staff hit the ground, it was like a crisp and melodious wind chime at first, just like a small drop of water dripping on the water, ticking and ticking makes people feel like a spring breeze and a smile on their face.

But after that, the sound was as loud as a broken gong, hitting his heart one after another, making him feel like a splitting headache.

Up to now, the sound is like a drum covered with cowhide. Although the muffled sound is too low to be heard, it wants to make him vomit blood.

It's not just the young people who are live broadcasting, the people around except...Tong Liya, don't have the energy to squeeze in now, covering their ears one by one and stepping back step by step, as if Han Changsheng in front of him is like a scourge.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the broken bluestone under the brass Zen staff, or they were looking at the bluestone slab that jumped every now and then.

In their feeling, the bluestone slab in front is begging under the brass Zen staff, or the whole bluestone road is begging in pain.

Because the entire bluestone road seemed to be vibrating constantly, even the concrete floor under their feet was throbbing.

"Resonance!"

The young man in the live broadcast exclaimed in surprise when reminded by the brothers in the barrage, and suddenly understood the reason for the change in his voice just now.

That's right! Only resonance can cause the current situation. As soon as the Zen stick goes down, the cement floor of Qingshi Road shakes together, making them a little unsteady.

"Squeak...!"

At this time, the two gates of Jinshan Temple suddenly opened, and the compassionate monk walked out first.

"Amitabha, the mountain is the patron Han"

The voice of the compassionate monk came from afar from the gate of Jinshan Temple, although it was low, it was very clear.

"Great monk of compassion, it seems that you are familiar with the voice?"

Han Changsheng smiled lightly, and his clear voice spread to Jinshan Temple with the power of his dantian.

"Amitabha, Lord Han, three bluestone bricks a day, the poor monk can't even think about it."

The compassionate monk smiled lightly, and said again: "Han Shizhu, everyone is waiting for you, come up!"

"The merciful monk wait a moment."

Han Changsheng turned around and looked at the apprehensive tourists, "Everyone, you come to Jinshan Temple for tourism and not for making trouble. If you block the entire Jinshan Temple and make the monks in the temple unable to practice, Jinshan Temple may have to be closed down. .

At that time, the Buddha you worshiped will blame you, and you will be afraid that you will not be able to take the medicine and walk away, so you can do it yourself."

Jinshan Temple suddenly became popular, which Han Changsheng did not expect.

Because in his opinion, the scene in "Green Snake" has the most scenes in Hengdian Film and Television City, followed by Hangzhou City, and finally Jinshan Temple.

Unexpectedly, the first two are just a small fire, but the latter is a big fire, so many arrests are needed to come here to maintain law and order.

Fortunately, it is not too late to make amends. Before the Jinshan Temple is closed to the temple, appease the tourists. At least... it can serve as a warning.

Many tourists looked at the brass Zen stick in Han Changsheng's hand, although they thought he was meddling, they still didn't dare to push forward.

It is one thing to be afraid of the Buddha's blame, and the more important thing is that the brass Zen staff in this person's hand is too scary, the noise just now almost made them vomit blood.

Seeing that the tourists were honest, Han Changsheng took Tong Liya's hand up.

He took a step and looked back at the live broadcast youth, "Are you interested in walking with me?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Too much!"

The live broadcast youth excitedly rushed halfway, and then was stopped by a policeman, "They don't seem to let me go up."

Han Psychiatric is so powerful, and his force value is actually very high, there is no danger in following him, but it's a pity that these are the ones in charge here... Hurry up.

"I just brought two people up, it doesn't matter much, after all, if I don't go up, this matter can't be solved."

Han Changsheng smiled faintly, turned his head and took Yaya's tender hand, and walked up step by step.

This time, the brass Zen stick was still hitting the bluestone steps again and again, but there was no picture of the bluestone breaking.

He hit the ground just now, other than...for the safety of the people behind, just to...notify the compassionate monk that he is coming, but he didn't intend to provoke Jinshan Temple.

If you knock all the way up and break all the bluestone steps, the compassionate monk must... ask him to give money to build the road...

The arresting policeman let go under the command in the earphone... The young man was broadcasting live, watching him running up the stairs with envy and hatred.

If it wasn't for him still having a job, he really wanted to follow up and find out what happened inside.

"I have that person's live room number!"

A voice came from the crowd, and everyone's eyes lit up, and then they gathered together to watch the live broadcast, including the melon-eating crowd and many policemen. …

"Um"

Seeing the compassionate monk standing quietly at the entrance of Jinshan Temple with a faint smile, Han Changsheng squinted his eyes and looked at his red face and his whole body, his eyes were a little surprised.

In his induction, this compassionate monk is alive on the outside, but lifeless on the inside.

The combination of these two extremes on this compassionate monk reminded him of something.

Han Changsheng stared at the merciful monk more and more... His bright eyes glanced a few times, and he said in a certain tone: "You have realized it."

The merciful monk smiled lightly, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Donor Han has good eyesight. Soon after the benefactor left, I retreated in the Patriarch's Cave. After seventy-seven forty-nine days, I finally realized a trace of the Buddha-nature of the Patriarch."

Han Changsheng cupped his hands and said with a faint smile, "Congratulations."

"I also have to thank Master Han for revealing the words, otherwise, I would definitely not be able to realize compassion."

The merciful monk curved his lips into a smile, and pointed out with one hand, "Han benefactor, please!"

"Please!"

Han Changsheng took Tong Liya's hand and walked forward, winking at the live broadcast youth behind him, the latter knowingly removed the live broadcast mobile phone from the mobile phone holder, put it in his sleeve, and only exposed the place where the camera was located.

Looking at Han's mental illness, you can tell that he is here to settle things. If this is the case, the more secretive the live broadcast, the better.

The audience in the live broadcast room also noticed this, and all of them suddenly became excited.

"Damn it! Fa Hai took Bai Suzhen to the Jinshan Temple, why did I have the illusion that the war was about to break out?"

"You're not alone, and I feel the same way, but Fa Hai is the first generation Patriarch of Jinshan Temple! He took Bai Suzhen to Jinshan Temple, and I'm a little out of my mind."

"I have this kind of weird delusion, as if our Han mentally ill is the reincarnation of...Fahai, and his going up the mountain is just...revisiting his old place."

"Reincarnated, you think this is a novel? This is obviously our mentally ill Han who is going to fight those... unreasonable Buddhist scum."

"Han's mental illness is best to swing the brass Zen stick in his hand, and see one by one to kill one by one, and the destroyed Buddhist scum dare not buzz anymore."

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Chapter 352 Is Your Buddha a Demon, or Lao Tzu's Demon a Buddha! (Second more for subscription)

I entered Jinshan Temple on m.com, although the sandalwood is still burning, the Zen singing has disappeared, left and right: not a single monk.

Walking all the way in, I arrived at the bamboo forest in the back mountain, only to find that the monks of Jinshan Temple gathered here, forming a circle.

Besides them, there are twenty-three new faces, all within the circle.

These people, headed by Shi Yongxin of Shaolin Temple, all sat on the futons on the ground, closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, and put on the appearance of an eminent monk.

Pretentious! Han Changsheng bent his mouth, went straight to the side of the cobblestone chair and sat down:, but let Yaya stand behind him on the left.

There are only three round stone chairs on the round stone table, even if there is only one meter apart, he is still not at ease.

It's better to let Yaya stand behind me, anyway...not too tired.

The young man in the live broadcast was quite clever, and walked directly to the right side of Han Changsheng's body, pretending to stretch his body, in fact, so that the camera of the live broadcast mobile phone could capture the monks... who killed Jinshan Temple.

"Songshan Shaolin Temple hosts Shi Yongxin."

"Master Compassionate Eyebrow of Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou."

"The Enlightenment Master of Hanshan Temple in Gusu."

One name after another flew up in the live broadcast room, but Han Changsheng couldn't see it and didn't want to see it. He only knew one person among all the people - Shi Yongxin, the host of Shaolin Temple.

The compassionate monk sat beside Han Changsheng, recited the Buddha's name, and introduced: "Everyone, this is the Han Changsheng Han benefactor you want to see."

The twenty-three monks opened their eyes together, looked at Han Changsheng a few times, and chanted the Buddha's mantra: "Benefactor Han is handsome and handsome, indeed extraordinary."

Han Changsheng paused: holding the Zen stick in his hand, he smiled lightly and said, "The monks are all flushed, they look very much like eminent monks!"

Except for Shi Yongxin, Cimei and Wufa, the other twenty monks all frowned, and a look of hesitation flashed in their eyes.

Ordinary people see them, who doesn't respectfully call them masters, masters, and who has ever called them monks.

"Amitabha, after Sakyamuni's Nirvana, the living bhikkhu is the world's most blessed field, and the monk is the teacher of the bhikkhu. The poor monk is flattered to be called so by the donor."

The kind eyebrows below sixty years old and above opened their mouths with a faint smile, the gray and long-lived eyebrows twitched between the eyes, it seemed that there was an illusion of an old urchin.

"The great monk is kind."

Han Changsheng looked at his kind eyebrows, and his admiration flashed away.

Not being moved by the name, this is... an external manifestation of a certain realm.

"Not as good as the benefactor."

The kindly eyebrowed monk clasped his palms together and smiled lightly, his eyes were also a little surprised.

He originally thought that his senior brother had preconceived ideas, so he exaggerated some of Han Changsheng's situation too much.

But now it seems that the so-called exaggeration may be... the truth, because this Han Changsheng seems to have the bearing of a Buddhist disciple than his teachers.

The compassionate monk noticed the admiration in Han Changsheng's eyes, and introduced: "Han benefactor, Cimei is my uncle's direct disciple, so he is my junior brother."

Han Changsheng nodded suddenly, knowing that this kind eyebrow might be one of his own.

He looked at the benevolent monk again, and glanced at Shi Yongxin and Enlightenment next to him.

Those who were not moved by the address before, except for... the great monk Cimei, the two of them.

Before seeing this Shi Yongxin, Han thought that...the abbot of Shaolin Temple was just...a monk who only focused on money, but now it seems that this person...has a lot of practice.

But it's also true, this...can manage it into a world-renowned temple, but it's impossible if you don't have any skills.