The stone is a real stone, rolling rumbling on the ground, making a huge noise, and it feels like the ground is trembling.

A group of students were frightened and fled in scattered, which brought many problems to public security.

A group of security guards were protecting a group of students to avoid them.

The monk wearing glasses' face changed slightly.

Wang Lang ran towards the rolling stone alone, and kicked the stone with a light kick.

The movement suddenly subsided, and everyone turned back in surprise.

There was no one next to the stone, but the stone stopped.

There were only a few fake monks and Chu Lele in the field who knew it was Wang Lang.

The monk wearing glasses looked at Wang Lang up and down, looked at Wang Lang, and gave Wang Lang a smile that he thought was very kind.

The monk turned his head and scolded the two monks who had lost their chains. Then he folded his hands and walked to the two dogs. He didn't know what he was muttering. The two dogs wanted to run away, but the monk wearing glasses grabbed the back of the neck and threw it away casually. The two dogs flew away lightly, and after landing, they lie quietly on the ground, looking very aggrieved.

This surprised many people and was amazed that these two dogs became sperm.

Wang Lang felt it was strange, and he didn't expect that this monk would have such a trick.

The two monks lifted the stone again.

There was an altar around the corner, and bright yellow satin surrounded an octagonal altar, leaving a door, and several monks burned incense and tables to ask the Bodhisattva for the method.

Many students have never seen this before and have stretched their necks to look at it.

Several monks pretended to chant scriptures.

It was boring to recite scriptures. The dozens of students who were watching were boring and left as they listened. In the end, there were still about ten students who were still watching with relish, and didn't know what they were watching.

Wang Lang stood with a baton under his arm and leaned against the street lamp pole, just watching a few fake monks wandering around there.

Chu Lele was more active, so she ran over and took a look, and cursed after she came back.

"What's wrong? Have you taken explosives?" Wang Lang smiled.

Chu Lele pointed to several monks in the altar who could only see their backs. "I have only seen singers lip-sing before, but today I have seen it, and the monk actually lip-sings too."

Wang Lang was stunned when he heard this. Nowadays, monks are so sexy. They can make lip-syncing for you.

When he pretended to go over to pick up something, Wang Lang stretched his neck and looked inside, and heard a noise. One of the monks shouted, "A wave in the middle."

"My dad!" Wang Lang stared inside.

Damn it, in the winter of the economy, there is such a easy way to make money. I was so anxious that I made a cruel decision to shave my head and become a monk. I am as good as my foreign language level and have much better research on Buddhism than these fake monks, so I can definitely make a lot of money. Why are you doing security guards? It's not too much for a month to spend.

Wang Lang has many ideas. Based on the current era, he is planning to make some decisions. The door-to-door approach is the one that is a national chain.

Most of the people who believe in this kind of mysterious and mysterious tricking are concentrated among two groups, one is the bottom of society and the other is the middle and upper class of society.

This market can be sunk to small cities in fourth- and fifth-tier cities and below, and can also build a large platform to attract wealthy people to come and recruit some monks and Taoists with real talents. At that time, the money will flow into your pocket like flowing water.

Wang Lang was thinking about this matter in his heart, and felt that this was another business opportunity.

In the end, only three or four of the students who watched the fun left. These were really idle, and they were really the ones who had nothing to do when they were full.

Wang Lang wanted to escape, but Li Changqing held his face and persuaded Wang Lang to give up his little thoughts.

Several monks played the sound recorded in advance and turned on black inside. They made money so easy, and anyone could enjoy it, but there was a way to do this.

Wang Lang lit a cigarette and sat on the platform by the roadside to smoke. Chu Lele sat side by side and watched the drama.

I don’t know what plot this der saw, and she cried so hard that she wiped her tears and slapped Wang Lang, and said with tears in her eyes, “Call Dad.”

Bang!

Wang Lang shook his hand and slapped him.

Chu Lele stared at her eyes and rubbed the back of her neck.

Sleeping swept over, Wang Lang fell asleep leaning against the street lamp pole next to him.

Waking up again was completely awakened by the harsh sound of electric current.

Not far away, in the bright yellow altar, several fake monks fled in scattered places, and the altar was also broken into pieces.

There was a man standing in the tattered altar, with only one back, wearing a tattered cassock, covered in dust, and the bald head was painted black, not because of dark skin, but because he had not washed his hair for many years and exposed to the sun, he became that color.

There are many fruit and pastries in the altar that are tributes. The black and thin monk grabbed the tribute with his big hands like an iron hook and stuffed it into his mouth. His appearance is impossible to describe it as eating, and it is more suitable to use it.

More than a dozen plates of things were eaten clean in a short while. The monk wiped his mouth and slowly turned around. The dark and clear face made many people feel scared. The face was very dark, just like he had been exposed to the wind and sun in the bitter and cold desert for many years.

His lips were dry and chapped, but his eyes were extremely bright, like the sharp eyes of a falcon.

His eyes turned and he looked at the fake monks not far away.

The black-skinned monk clasped his hands together, his eyes slightly closed, and he recited lightly, "My Buddha is merciful, Amitabha Buddha."

After slowly opening his eyes again, the fake monks were so scared that they were shaking all over.

"The reputation of Buddha has made you and others ruined it. Today, I will save you and others for Buddha." The thin and thin monk said softly.

The monk wearing glasses held the crooked glasses and whispered, "Hard point, form a formation, if you can beat it, you can't beat the old rules."

Several monks stood up at the same time, and several people stood in a strange formation, staring at the black and thin monk with great vigilance.

The black-skinned monk took a step forward slowly, and seemed to have taken a step slowly, but in an instant he arrived in front of several fake monks.

One palm is out.

The first fake monk flew backwards, and the second fake monk flew backwards.

The six fake monks were like a local chicken and a tiled dog under the palm of the black and thin monk. The six men spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

The black and thin monk slowly walked towards the monk wearing glasses, and his feet in straw sandals stepped on the wrist of the monk wearing glasses. With a rattle, the monk wearing glasses wailed in pain, and his eyes were almost popping out of pain.

"My Buddha is merciful, Amitabha." The black-skinned monk clasped his hands together. There was another rattle sound from his feet. Don't think about the arm of the monk wearing glasses.

The other few ran away without saying a word.

The black-skinned monk kicked the monk wearing glasses away with one kick. The monk wearing glasses flew out horizontally and knocked all the escaped monks away.

He walked forward slowly, and then several crisp sounds of fractures came, and several monks were broken.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"
Chapter completed!