dkrc Chapter 465
Chapter 465
"This thing?" Ye Feng picked it up from the stall and weighed it. He can't see what's wrong with it at all, but looking at Qin Yan'er beside him, he still says, "if you like, buy it!"
"Half a million!"
One side of the stall owner heard Ye Feng's words, originally is the eye view nose half earn do not earn appearance, hear buy words, eyes slightly break open, a divine light flash, then do not care, closed up, a look of the world.
"I didn't catch what you just said!" Ye Feng weighs the little Jade Buddha in his hand. The boy beeps again, and he dares to hit him in the face.
"Benefactor, meeting is fate! In this vast world of mortals, you have the opportunity to meet with my Buddha. This is your fate and wisdom. It's also your fate with my Buddha. To cherish the fate, some money is just something outside your body. "
The stall owner was dressed as a Tibetan Tantric Lama. On a hot day, he was also dressed in a yellow monk's uniform and a brown cloak. He was reading some secret words with a string of rosary beads in his hand.
"Since money is something out of the body, why don't you stick to this kind of thing? Why don't you make a fortune and sell it to me for 15 yuan?" Ye Feng rummaged in his pocket and found two crumpled banknotes, which he had just found when he was drinking tea.
"Amitabha, benefactor, it's not right to say that. You know, even when the Tang Monk went through ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties and came to the west to pray for scriptures, he had to offer a purple gold bowl to get scriptures from Ananda and Kaya. The so-called law does not lightly spread, the road does not lightly take the meaning
"I'm speechless when you say that!" Listening to the stall owner's ability to beep, Ye Feng put down the stone and asked, "master, I heard that all monks have an ultimatum. It's really a monk. Do you have one?"
"Amitabha, of course I have!" Then the Lama took out a small gray book from the eight treasure bag he was carrying, on which was written "Huaguo Longhushan Tianshi Dao - Biography certificate"
it looked like this. Ye Feng picked up the certificate and looked at it, "Huaguo Longhushan Tianshi Dao biography certificate...."
"No, master, you are a Taoist Dudie. Aren't you a Buddhist?" Ye Feng hasn't said of words, the Qin Yan son of one side surprised turn over to see this thing in the hand.
"I'm sorry for the mistake!" The stall owner took the ultimatum from Ye Feng and turned out seven or eight "ultimatum certificates" of various colors.
"OK, ok..." Ye Feng put his hands together and said, "master, please make it clear, and then come back to these things."
Looking at Ye Feng as if he was going to leave, the stall owner quickly put his hands together and chanted a Buddha's name, saying: "Amitabha, benefactor, do you know that the Vajra Sutra says that all sages in the world are different from each other because of inaction, you look like it."
"Damn it Hearing the Lama's words, Ye Feng turned around and put his hands together and said, "master, if you can recite the Vajra Sutra for me, I will buy you this stone for 500000 yuan. How about that?"
"This..."
"Why do you need me to give you a start?"
Ye Feng took out his mobile phone, casually pointed it twice and read: "so I heard, for a moment, the Buddha arrived at the tree in shewei country and gave it to the lonely garden, together with all the 1250 people in the great bhikkhu, 1, 2..."
"This..." Hearing Ye Feng's words, the stall owner dressed up by the Lama was immediately dumbfounded.
In the past, when Ye Feng was in the village, monks and bhikkhu would often come to his grandfather's house to cheat him by sending blessing to Guanyin or accumulating incense money. For those who didn't understand, they foolishly bought a cheap statue of Guanyin at a high price. However, Ye Feng's grandfather, ye Zong, never paid for it. In the past, he directly waved his hand to say he didn't believe it. Later, he directly asked the other party to recite the classic works, the Daoist's recitation of the Tao Te Ching and the monk's recitation of the Vajra Sutra. If he could recite anything, he could say nothing, but if he couldn't recite it, there was no need to talk about it.
Just when the stall owner Yaque is speechless, a group of big men suddenly rush out nearby to surround Ye Feng and Qin Yan'er. The leader is a middle-aged man with a tattoo on his neck.
"Ye Feng!" As soon as the girl saw this scene, she was afraid and subconsciously hid in Ye Feng's arms. Maybe in his opinion, there is a safer place. Ye Feng's heart softens a little when he is suddenly hugged by such a warm, fragrant and soft body. Is this guy intentional? He has seen many active girls, such as qingluan, who has been up and legs thumping and kissing, but it's the first time for him to act like a little rabbit.
It has to be said that Qin Yan'er, a girl who takes the route of innocence and loveliness, does have the talent to stimulate men's desire for protection. "Mr. dog, Mr. dog, this boy has come to make trouble for me. If he takes my things and doesn't give me money, you must decide for me!" Seeing the crowd coming, the stall owner in front of Ye Feng immediately stood up and said with a flattering smile like seeing his own father: "dog master, why do you come to my place when you have time? What do you want to see
The dog master did not speak, but looked at Ye Feng's face. Ye Feng takes a look and recognizes that the dog master is the leader of the Yilian gang who was reprimanded by Huang San ye after he just showed his head in the private room.Although Ye Feng didn't see what he looked like, the bald man with black nose and swollen face and beard were still in the crowd behind him!
One side of the stall owner said, looking at the dog in front of a serious face, immediately sensible smile: "Oh, I know, dog, you must also eat, this is my filial piety this month!"
Then the stall owner took out a handful of banknotes from the treasure bag in his pocket. There were all kinds of banknotes. There was a twinkling of pain in his eyes, but he still put the money into the arms of the dog in front of him.
"You belong to Mr. Huang..." The dog didn't dare to pick up the things from the stall owner. Instead, he looked at Ye Feng and asked carefully, "is it a friend?"
"Hum..." Ye Feng sneered and didn't speak. Huang San ye, who came out of the teahouse behind him, saw the scene and immediately yelled: "what are you doing! Get out of my way. " Seeing Ye Feng surrounded by people, Mr. Huang walked into the crowd and looked at the people around him coldly. He used to come out with a motorcade, but he had never experienced such a mess. Why didn't he bring people to meet so many bad things today? Has the Yilian gang in Yuzhou rotted to such a degree. No wonder Mr. Liu wants to frighten these gangsters with his bold hands.
"Third Master!"
In the crowd, the middle-aged man with tattoos on his neck bowed to Mr. Huang and nervously said, "Mr. Huang, I'm the leader of the antique shop of Yilian gang. Today, I I dare to explain it to you. "
"Explain a fart!" With a wave of his big hands, Huang San scolded, "why do you bring these people here? Is it for me?"
"Third Master, how dare I!" Seeing that Mr. Huang didn't listen to his explanation at all, Mr. Gou, who was swaggering in Antique Street, simply knelt down on the ground with a plop.