National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

Among the branches of Buddhism, there are many who can surpass Maoshan.

However, these branches may be very powerful, but Zhuang Haoyun traveled all over China for his son's illness. Among these forces that may have supernatural abilities, that is, in Maoshan, he saw something real.

No matter whether the ancestral card is useful or not, it was invited out solemnly, and he also felt that it was... very simple and heavy.

As for the five hundred Arhats praying for blessings, the Big Dipper Array or something, it feels like a ritual.

In short, he has seen good things in Maoshan, and other houses may have better ones, but he has no chance to touch them.

So he went to Maoshan to ask for this ancestral card, but they refused to borrow it.

If you don't borrow it... Then find a way. Zhuang Haoyun's business is so big, and there are officials and cultivators in the clan - in fact, there are people in the society, he can't be a stupid white sweet.

When he got the things, he turned around and went straight to Luohua Manor, because he planned to borrow the ancestral brand before - after all, he was on the list of key suspects and was chased after him.

Fortunately, he finally entered Luohua Manor before being caught up.

Anyway, he thinks he's doing the right thing - at least from a father's point of view, he has the power to do anything for his son's health.

Before Zhuang Haoyun could explain this, the door of the bus more than [-] meters away opened, and Zhuang Zesheng walked down.

He didn't walk down alone, but leaned on a cane in one hand and put his hand on the shoulder of the driver Ge. He was very reluctant to get out of the car. After lying on the bed for four years, it would take three or four months for his body to recover.

But anyway, his legs are touching the ground, and he can move alternately, which is enough to show that he is getting better.

Ma Daochang was immediately dumbfounded.

When Zhuang Haoyun took his son to ask for help, he and his current junior sister Zeng had experienced it personally. For Maoshan, the situation of a sum of 500,000 sesame oil money is not particularly common, so when doing things, It must be a lot more grand.

Of course, 500,000 is not too much. When some laymen built temples, they would spend 2 million dollars without blinking their eyes. There are also those believers who still wish to come, and there is no shortage of big money.

But Zhuang Haoyun was not building a temple, nor was he fulfilling his vows. He spent 500,000 just asking for something to be done, and the result was not very good.

Therefore, Ma Daochang was very impressed with him, and also had a deep memory of the boy who could only lie on the bed.

Seeing that the other party can walk on the ground now, one can imagine his surprise, "This... is really good...?"

Taoist Zeng next to him was also extremely horrified, "This, this... Isn't it a terminal illness?"

"Whether it's a terminal illness, let's not talk about it," Zhuang Haoyun felt very comfortable when he saw his son's actions became more and more agile, and felt that he didn't take risks in vain, he sighed deeply, "Finally, I didn't insist in vain, I worked hard... . . . God does not fail."

His tone is relatively tactful, which is actually not in line with his character, especially after the opposite car hit him a little bit.

But he has already obtained the ancestral card and came to Luohua Manor again. Even if the goal is achieved, he is in a good mood.

Originally, he could mock Mao Shan, but now he doesn't bother to bother—why offend people to death?

But the people in Maoshan didn't think so. After being surprised, Daoist Ma pointed at Zhuang Zesheng and said with a dark face, "You call this kind of sick... cured?"

Zhuang Haoyun didn't mind what the other party said about being sick. If it was put on hold ten days ago, who would dare to say that, he would never let it go, but now that his son's recovery was just around the corner, he wouldn't care about it.

So he replied with a smile, "My son has only been treated for nine days, and recovery always takes a process."

Ma Daochang saw that the other party had seven strong men, but he had only three men and one woman, so he didn't dare to use any tough tactics.

But in his heart, he was still quite annoyed, "Your son is going to be healed, so why bother to harm me, Maoshan?"

Zhuang Haoyun was finally unhappy, he pointed at Chen Yang, "My son is well because of this master's profound knowledge!"

"Master?" Daoist Ma looked sideways at Chen Yang again, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, "The way is deep?"

Chen Yang even guessed and guessed, and he had already guessed the whole story, and even guessed why Zhuang Haoyun robbed his family's ancestral card. For a while, he secretly smiled bitterly: This guy really...has a personality.

This matter made him feel a little dizzy. However, since he was involved in the karma of Mr. Chen, Maoshan didn't have much substantial loss.

So he didn't care about Daoist Ma's rudeness, but looked around.

There are two idlers at the gate of the mountain, only one came today, because the weather was cold and cold, and no one came to burn incense around.

But even this one was staring at them dumbfounded.

However, just because there is no one now, it does not mean that there will be no one for a while, and Chen Yang didn't want to be surrounded by people, so he said in a deep voice, "` .Four friends, how about it... Let's go to that pavilion and sit down and talk?"

Daoist Ma also felt that the arguing at the gate was very unusual. Anyway, he had already caught up with Zhuang Haoyun, and the ancestral brand should be in his briefcase.

At this moment, the short and fat Taoist priest shouted, "It's beautiful to think about, what about our car?"

Chen Yang glanced at Lu Xiaoning, raised his chin slightly, "Garzi?"

Gazi lifted his feet and walked towards the BMW car. He didn't seem to be walking fast, but he reached the front of the car in a few steps. He had only practiced "Wind Shadow Foot" for a total of ten days, but his progress was very obvious.

When he walked to the front of the car, he bent down and turned the BMW over without using any force.

"Why didn't you wait for the traffic police..." The chunky Taoist shouted loudly, looking very dissatisfied, but after seeing this scene, his shouting was abruptly interrupted, and it got stuck in his throat.

Gazi glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and didn't speak, but there was an obvious threat in his eyes: If you want to make trouble, boy, it's best (Manuo's) to weigh it.

Everyone was amazed at Lu Xiaoning's supernatural power, only Taoist Zeng kept staring at Haojing's car, pointing at her car and shouting, "She can't walk in the army!"

Director Mei had an event at work in the afternoon, and she was stuck in order to come out, in case there was a traffic jam, she would have to be delayed. When this happened today, and out of curiosity, she stopped for a while to listen to the results, and now she wanted to leave.

Hearing that the female Taoist nun did not allow her to leave, she simply gave a direction, turned her head and drove back, "If you don't go, you won't go, you talk well and look a little self-cultivating!"

Everyone came to the pavilion of the No. [-] pump and sat at the stone table. Daoist Ma was not polite, and directly attacked Zhuang Haoyun, "I don't want to say whether you know what Tao Xingshen is... Let me just ask, since your son wants to After recovering, why are you stealing my Maoshan ancestral card?"

"First of all, let me correct you on one point," Zhuang Haoyun stretched out an index finger, "I'm not trying to steal your Maoshan ancestral card, I'm just borrowing it... If you don't want to borrow it if I spend money, then I can only ask someone to borrow it forcibly."

Daoist Ma sneered, "Forcibly borrowed? The last one who was so daring..."

"Ahem," Chen Yang coughed twice, the voice was really soft, but in the ears of Ma Daochang, it was like two muffled thunders, "We all have a bit of quality, one will finish talking, and the other will talk."

He really hates guys who don't talk about order. .

Chapter 673

Seeing that Daoist Ma was silent, Zhuang Haoyun stretched out another middle finger, "Second, your Maoshan ancestral brand is of no help to my son. I spent a small 600,000 last time and came to this conclusion."

Daoist Ma also knows that the cost of the ritual is 500,000, but there are some other expenses. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is as small as 600,000.

He would like to ask, since the ancestral card is useless, why do you still borrow it?

But thinking of the two muffled thunder in his ears just now, he decided not to speak for the time being.

Zhuang Haoyun stretched out his ring finger again, "Thirdly, my child's recovery needs a process. I really want the child to stay in Luohua Manor, so I will borrow your ancestral card for a few days and let Master Chen take a look... He is happy Now, it's easy to talk about my son."

This is too insulting. The majestic Maoshan ancestral brand can only be used for reference?

Daoist Ma's face became darker and darker. After waiting for a while, seeing that he stopped talking, he grinned grimly, "This ancestral card is the orthodoxy of my Maoshan, and it involves the secrets of the patriarch...Are you guilty?"

Zhuang Haoyun sneered, "The untold secret? Don't be kidding...do you have a patent?"

Do you have a patent... Daochang Ma was choked to death by these four words, and was stunned for a long time before he snorted coldly, "Master Zhuang is so courageous!"

"I'm really not joking with you," Zhuang Haoyun said solemnly, "I spent a small 600,000, and I didn't even hear a sound. I didn't say anything at the time, did I? I admit it! Now I want to argue with you, sue you Is it okay to cheat?"

"Now I want to spend money to borrow it and show it to Master Chen... It's not a big deal, is it? Isn't it just a matter of spending money?"

Ma Daochang is older and more prudent in his actions, so he is not a man of words.

But in this degenerate age, there is no eloquence at all, and you can't fool people, and you can't be a Taoist priest.

So instead of calling Zhuang Haoyun serious, he turned his head to look at Chen Yang, "You just called me fellow Taoist, and you are also a practitioner? Do you think...that you are much better than Maoshan?"

To be honest, his own ritual did not cure people, but others did it, and his heart was not very pleasant.

Once it gets out, what will become of Maoshan?

Chen Yang didn't want to belittle Mao Shan, he was a cultivator - even if the other party might have been reduced to a pretender.

However, this question is a bit too much!What does your own house look like, don't you have any numbers in your heart?

Just in time, Gao Qiang brought the brewed tea from the bus, and Chen Yang took a sip from the teacup, and then said lightly, "I cured Mr. Zhuang's son."

These words made people even more angry, the short and fat Taoist shouted loudly, "Do you think you can beat Maoshan alone?"

"Shut up!" Chen Yang yelled, and there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, "Is it your turn to speak?"

The short and fat Taoist trembled suddenly, and then blood appeared from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The scene was silent for a long time before Daoist Ma said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Zhang has an irritable temper. Thank you fellow Daoist for disciplining me in Maoshan."

These words sounded very polite, but in fact, it was only one step away from turning my face. Is my Maoshan disciple doing the right thing? I have my Maoshan people to discipline me, and it is your turn to be troublesome as an outsider?

Chen Yang waved his hands, and said loudly, "It doesn't matter, I just said, I cured the person."

Daoist Ma's face darkened, "Fellow Daoist, do you really underestimate my Maoshan lineage?"

Chen Yang took another sip of tea, and said the same words, "I cured the person."

Would you dare to change a line?Daoist Ma was about to go mad with anger, "Since you look down on Maoshan, why should you worry about our orthodoxy?"

This time, Chen Yang didn't even bother to say the fixed lines, he raised his finger and pointed at Zhuang Haoyun—you can say it.

Zhuang Haoyun said seriously, "Daoist Ma, I did the thing, I just wanted to please Master Chen, don't tell me whether it is orthodox, I don't understand... 500,000 for a ceremony, borrow the ancestral card for ten days How about 5 million?"

At this price, Daoist Ma was very moved. These days, it is really not easy to meet a well-off and devout layman.

In the final analysis, the Maoshan faction is too involved in the world, but in this degenerate era, if you don't actively join the world, the orthodoxy may be cut off.

So Daoist Ma's tone softened a bit, "If you want to borrow it for Chen Daoyou's reference, you can tell the little celestial master directly. Maoshan is also willing to support you devout believers."

"What should I say?" Zhuang Haoyun smiled wryly, "I told the little celestial master, Maoshan can't cure my son, someone else can... I'll use your ancestral card to curry favor with him?"

This is a real problem, and he doesn't want to offend the little Celestial Master, but this... Is it possible to say it directly?

Daoist Ma thought for a while, and thought about it in another place. Mr. Zhuang's choice was forced and helpless, but, "Then you can take away the ancestral card and leave a check... My Maoshan disciple will not be so angry."

"Please, I also want to leave a check," Zhuang Haoyun gritted his teeth in distress, "However, although your Maoshan has not applied for a patent, if I leave a check, it will be criminal evidence...criminal evidence."

Daoist Ma was silent again: You are so reasonable, I am speechless.

After being silent for a while, he raised his head again, but he didn't look at Zhuang Haoyun, but faced Chen Yang. He understood very well that any further entanglement with Zhuang Haoyun would be like talking to each other. The game must be broken from this person.

As long as Chen Yang wins this round, the other losers will win back.

So he asked very simply, "Jushi Zhuang said that his friend's practice is profound, can I wait for it to open my eyes? You healed Mr. Zhuang before, we have not witnessed it, so don't talk about it."

Get some dry stuff out, don't keep saying that - I cured people, you don't bother to say it, I'm going crazy listening to it.

Chen Yang smiled disdainfully, "How can you understand my morality?"

He has already observed this person, and he has not yet stepped into the realm of a martial artist - a half-step martial artist, what the hell is this?

It's not far from the mountain gate, and there are many people around at the moment. Although most of them are acquaintances, he doesn't mind showing some reasonable Taoism, but in the end, he still thinks it's better to keep a low profile.