Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zhenglian hastily asked Mr. Fu if the old Devil Buddha could not kill the old Devil Buddha completely as long as a stone Buddha was not dismantled.

The answer is soon to be received from Mr. Fu.

These Stone Buddhas look more like old Devil Buddhas who still remain in the human body.

So the old Devil Buddha is definitely not dead.

He's alive!

These identities are secondary, and killing the old Devil Buddha will naturally put an end to this.

After listening to Mr. Fu, the first thing he was thinking about was the strange disappearance and death of Siam Buddha Temple.

That must be one of the old Buddha's hiding places, right?

The battle between the righteousness and evil of ancient Buddhism was clearly invincible, and eventually fled from the East to the barbaric lands abroad.

And it could be a resurgence, rebuilding his mind.

And this place, Southeast Asia, is all over Buddha.

The more I think about the difference between Buddhism in Southeast Asia and Buddhist culture in China, the more I focus on individual practice, and the more popular Buddhist cards, Yin cards, Guman children and other ghost raising techniques, the more I think about it, the more alarming I am.

Isn't that what Mr. Fook said, his mind uses human skin, children's bones, etc., the same method of refining the instrument!

Is Southeast Asia really his nest?

With this in mind, Fang looked up quietly, gauged the look on Mr. Fu's face just around the corner, hoping to see some nigga... OK, just admitting that he is a cane.

Mr. Fook was born with a dead face. Where can you see the expression?

Fang was so focused that he made several errors in passing the paper along the way. Faced with Mr. Fu's gaze, Fang didn't seem to know what he was thinking. He smiled and quickly said it was okay. Then he continued to help Mr. Fu divide the origami Yuanbao paper.

People died elsewhere.

Especially the big star.

It is impossible for Mr. Fook to be unaware of such a big thing. If it were true that all Buddhism in South-East Asia originated in his heart, Mr. Fook could not have been so calm.

Don't say that Mr. Fu has behaved calmly, but domestic Buddhism is also a peaceful place.

Fang Zheng was not arrogant enough. Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone. I was the only one who was wise enough to see the truth.

So, you're so calm, there's only one thing to explain.

Southeast Asian Buddhism has nothing to do with his mind.

Alternatively, Buddhism had indeed developed believers in South-East Asia, and temples had been built, but later, for various reasons, his heart had failed to develop in South-East Asia as well.

After all, with Buddhism, his mind was dying of urine, and few lunatics would go crazy with them.

And if you can accompany them crazy, Fang estimates that you are either a real lunatic, or a murderer without a way to live, a wanted person, and if you borrow from Buddhism, you commit murder and looting.

One does not enter the temple.

There is no shortage of such killer monks in ancient times.

Southeast Asia!

He felt it was necessary to go there and investigate the matter. It was so easy to finally find a clue that the old Devil Buddha had surfaced again. Whether or not he could find a result, he didn't want to miss this clue.

Likewise, regardless of what Tu Haodong said about recommending him to star in Boy One, he will travel to Southeast Asia in the near future.

This time in the underworld shop, Fang Zheng had a great gain. Fang continued to stay with Mr. Fu for an hour or two, which led him to get up and go to the University City.

……

In summer, the weather is dull, and people are easily irritable and difficult to sleep.

When Fang was coming to the University City, it was already around 9: 00 PM, but there were still a lot of people in the big platoon, barbecue stall, snack street, and there were still a lot of people at the Na 'l party.

Not every college student dorm is air-conditioned.

9: 00 p.m. For those who can't sleep in the summer, it's too early, and the dull heat in the room hasn't completely dissipated by the night breeze, and these students don't want to go back to the tiny oven so early.

Fang just came to the university city and saw an old god stick wearing an old ancestral robe. He snuck in front of the store and was sneaking around. He almost put on his stockings to tell everyone that I was a thief with no heart.

Fang approached quietly, then shouted an old god stick from behind, directly frightened the old god stick as a thief, almost jumped like it was trampled to the tail.

“Old Goddess, what are you doing? ”

When the old god club turned around, Fang Zheng realized that the old god club was holding a line of incense.

Isn't that the luck scent?

However, this scent of luck has not yet lit, so it has not yet worked.

Seeing the fragrance of fortune, Fang glanced at it and asked: "Old god stick, has the fragrance of fortune improved successfully? ”

The old god stick turned around and at first saw Fang Zheng. First, he complained that Fang Zheng almost scared him into a myocardial infarction. Then he heard Fang Zheng's right question, and he squeezed his eyebrows and said with an obscene temperament: “Little brother, after half a month of Old Dao I have been drilling day and night, you are right. Old Dao finally improved the fragrance of fortune, first referred to as' Lucky Fragrance Version 2.0 '. ”

Fang Zheng, hurry up and ask if the experiment has any real results? The old god stick rubbed his palms impatiently, saying that this was not the first experimental effect, and that he was frightened from behind.

Fang asked if the old god stick had found a test object. It just looked sneaky.

The old god stick was looking at the other side of the store, businessing a red-home barbecue stall, noob mouth, and lowered his voice and said: “There is no biggest traffic in this street than the new barbecue stall opened today across the street. I am going to try the effect of this new edition of the fortune scent on the barbecue stall owner's wife. ”

“What, the boss and his wife just arrived on the first day and you had a conflict?” He said, turning to the barbecue stall across the door.

At that time, the boss's wife was turning her back on him and greeting the food.

There are also shopkeepers who are busy, serving from time to time, moving a case of frozen beer.

“This cold beer tastes good!! Boss, your cold beer tastes particularly cold. It feels like cold silk in your stomach. It's cooler than any other store's cold beer. It's also more refreshing to drink in summer with BBQ! It's all refrigerators and cold beers. Why is your refrigerator and cold beer different from everyone else's?” A famous caterer picked up a case of cold beer from the waiter, opened the lid and blew a bottle of cold beer with his friend, and he asked softly and curiously.

The boss did not speak and turned around to continue the barbecue skewer. On a barbecue stall full of smoke, women don't often sell barbecue books, so they can't help but look a few more times, and the other side also notices their eyes and looks up.

When she saw Fang Zheng, the boss's eyes lit up, the next second, she was showing a deep smile, her body was hot, her head was sweaty, the boss's lips were silent, and she looked at her mouth as if she was saying:

“God-brother...”