Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 140: Budai Monk (Please subscribe, please vote for the monthly ticket, please recommend, please collect.)
Zhang Chulan complained: "Haha, is there any good place in the world that the tourism outlet hasn't occupied?"

At this time, a voice came from behind everyone.

"Not much. The situation in our Wudang Mountain is even worse than here!"

I saw that this man had long black hair that looked a bit lazy. His hair was tied up like a Taoist's bun with a few strands of hair sticking out. He was wearing a Taoist robe and looked listless. He had two faint dark circles under his eyes and looked like he had not woken up yet.

He introduced himself: "Wang Ye from the Wudang Sect, what's your name, layman?"

Zhang Chulan was quite wary of the person who appeared in front of him, but his mission this time was to be a target and attract the target, so he pretended to be innocent and introduced himself very frankly: "My name is Zhang Chulan."

"Zhang Chulan?!"

Wang was quite surprised. He didn't expect to meet the real boss as soon as he arrived.

On the other side, when Meng Fan and the others were not paying attention, Feng Baobao suddenly slipped aside and had his palm read by an old monk with white beard and eyebrows, big earlobes and a kind face.

After a while, the old monk was surprised and said, "This is the sign of a god. This is the sign of a god. This young donor's palm will surely make him rich and live a long life in the future."

Feng Baobao said stupidly: "Master, you are so accurate. I don't have any other ability except the ability to survive!"

"Well, I didn't want this thing to appear in the world, but this is fate."

The old monk suddenly took out a string of scarlet beads from the cloth bag beside him and boasted, "This is a gift from heaven, a string of scarlet colored glaze. My master took out the spiritual crystals from the ten thousand year old fire unicorn after fighting it for more than 80,000 rounds here and made this string."

"Not ninety-eight thousand, not nine thousand eight, just ninety-nine-eight!"

"Wow! I want it! I want it!" After listening to the old monk's introduction, Feng Baobao immediately took the bait and took out the money to buy it.

Chen Duo came over and stopped Feng Baobao, saying, "You've been fooled, Baobao. A monk came to Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism, to kill the Fire Kirin. Do you believe this nonsense?"

Feng Baobao was not willing to give in, saying, "I want it. I fought for more than 80,000 rounds to get it!"

"Eighty Thousands, do you think playing mahjong is reliable?" Meng Fan heard the noise and came over to complain.

"Duoduo, let me go! My beads are going to be bought by someone else!" Feng Baobao said while struggling.

"Don't worry, benefactor. This red colored glass necklace is spiritual and is only waiting for the right person. I won't sell it to others easily." The old monk said to Feng Baobao.

"You asked because you think the girl is easy to cheat!" Meng Fan said unhappily, "I'll take the 9.8 yuan. Just think of it as a souvenir."

"make a deal!"

The old monk quickly made the final decision.

Seeing how impatient he was, Meng Fan couldn't help but twitch his lips. What a loss!
At this time, Meng Fan narrowed his eyes, as if he had discovered something, and became interested. He squatted down and said, "Old monk, can you tell my face? If you can tell me for sure, how about I buy another thing?"

The old monk's eyes flashed with joy, but he still pretended to be a great monk: "Ahem, this little donor, come forward first, I will help you to look at your face."

Unexpectedly, the old monk showed a look of shock as soon as he took a look, and then it flashed away. Although it was well hidden, it was noticed by Meng Fan. The old monk said exaggeratedly: "Wow, it's incredible, it's incredible, little donor, I see from your face that you must be a person of inestimable value. You will be able to turn danger into safety and turn disaster into good fortune."

Meng Fan smiled and said, "Master, you are indeed extraordinary. I don't have any special abilities, but I have been in situations where I was sure to die a few times, but I miraculously survived!"

At this time, the old monk changed the subject and said, "What a pity, young donor, you have escaped death many times, and you have consumed too much of your blessings and luck."

"However, I have a blessing bracelet here. This bracelet was carefully refined by my master using jade from the dragon veins of Kunlun Mountain and the spiritual essence of the clouds and waters of the nine heavens."

"It has the effect of blessing and changing luck. Now you don't need 88,000 yuan, you don't need 8,800 yuan, you only need 888 yuan. Take the bracelet home!"

The old monk once again took out a bracelet that was obviously a street stall product from the cloth bag beside him, and introduced it to Meng Fan passionately with saliva flying.

Meng Fan was indifferent to the bracelet the old monk mentioned. Instead, he was interested in the cloth bag of the old monk: "Master, your cloth bag is great. If you have anything, just take it out directly from it."

The old monk chuckled and said, "Since I have set up a stall in Longhu Mountain, I put the things in the cloth bag because I am afraid that the Taoists will cause trouble, so I can run away at any time."

Meng Fan smiled, grabbed the old monk's wrist, and said, "You are not an ordinary person to escape from the hands of the Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain!"

The old monk's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "What's so difficult about my job? I just want to make a living."

Meng Fan, however, said, "I have a cloth bag, empty and free of worries. Open it and you can see the ten directions. When you open it, you will see the freedom. I eat rice from a thousand families with a bowl, and travel thousands of miles alone. When I see people with green eyes, I will ask for directions from the white clouds."

"May I ask, Master, are you from the lineage of Monk Budai? Your cloth bag, if I'm not mistaken, should be a space magic weapon!"

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, the old monk had to admit, "Amitabha, I am indeed the abbot of Xuedou Temple. I came here today just to make good friends, but I didn't expect that the donor would see through me."

Meng Fan smiled wryly and said, "To make more friends, isn't that to cultivate the Dharma by relying on the luck of others?"

Meng Fan tapped the old monk's heart and earlobe and said, "With telepathy, one can know what sentient beings in the three realms and six paths are thinking. With divine hearing, one can hear the words of suffering, happiness, sorrow, and joy of sentient beings in the three realms and six paths, as well as all the sounds in the world without any obstacles."

"Master, you are a person of high cultivation!"

The old monk's pupils couldn't help but shrink. Then he saw a golden pattern in the shape of a heavenly eye faintly revealed between Meng Fan's eyebrows, and some kind of fluctuation appeared under his feet. Then he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Amitabha, I am sorry for being rude. It turns out that we are both Buddhists."

Meng Fan waved his hands and said, "I am not a Buddhist. I got these divine eyesight and divine feet abilities from Master Jie Kong. Do you think so?"

Being stared at by Meng Fan with wolf-like eyes, his purpose was self-evident.

The old monk felt that Meng Fan's grip on his hand was getting stronger and stronger. He couldn't run away, so he sighed and said, "Well, I'm not good at fighting. Since the donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddhist sect, I will do you a favor."

Then the old monk took out two books from his cloth bag and handed them to Meng Fan with a distressed look. Meng Fan flipped through the two books and only let go after making sure they were genuine.

The old monk quickly packed up his things and ran away, cursing under his breath.

(End of this chapter)