The ambition of this old monk Jingtan throughout his life is to carry forward Shaolin Temple while saving enough money and then return to secular life.

Of course, according to the idea of ​​the old monk Jingtan, his return to the world is not called returning to the world, but entering the world to practice Buddhism.

Shaolin Temple has been made quite good by the old monk Jingtan in recent years, and the old monk Jingtan himself has become the president of the Southern Buddhist Association. However, all this cannot stop the old monk Jingtan's ambitions.

He had been interested in Ning Xin'an for a long time because he had talked to the mayor of FJ by chance that Ning Xin'an would be the focus of FJ's development in the next ten years.

It can be foreseen that in ten years, the land here will definitely be hundreds or even thousands of times more expensive than now. If you can take over the land here and build a few temples at this time, if you need to demolish it, the demolition compensation will definitely be amazing. Even if you don’t demolish it, when the place becomes prosperous, the incense of the temple will definitely be prosperous, and you will be able to save money again.

Although the idea is beautiful, the old nun Huixin refused to agree to selling the land.

Seeing that the land destined to be a Feng Shui treasure land in the future is treated as a vegetable garden, the old monk Jingtan's heart is bleeding.

He had made several small moves, trying to take down the land, such as threatening Huixin to let them quit the Buddhist association, but Huixin seemed to be not afraid at all. Therefore, after many failures, the old monk Jingtan finally found a contract loophole when Ning Xin'an built the temple, and then brought the demolition brigade here to demolish the house. Unexpectedly, those urban management officers who were usually overwhelmed were frightened by a man who looked young and said it was so difficult. How could Jingtan feel good!

Considering that he was a great monk, Jingtan coughed slightly.

The captain of the urban management team heard the cough and then remembered that he had come to demolish the house today with the old monk Jingtan. He said that he could not walk a few steps to the old monk Jingtan, and then pulled the old monk Jingtan and said, "Abbot, this house cannot be demolished!"

"Oh? Why? Your Director Wang, but I personally agreed to me." The old monk Jingtan said with a calm expression.

"Someone won't let it be demolished!"

The captain of the urban management team looked at Zhao Gangliang, and then whispered, "That's the personal king, you can't mess with it!"

"King of Humans? Amitabha Buddha, my Buddha is compassionate. In the eyes of us monks, all sentient beings are equal. How can we not provoke them?" The old monk Jingtan said dissatisfiedly.

He is also qualified to be dissatisfied. You must know that he is the president of the Southern Buddhist Association and controls the entire South. No matter how awesome you are, how awesome can you be? I will just pull out the Eighteen Shaolin bronze men and send you to see the Buddha directly. Is he still afraid of your personal king?

"Oh, abbot, that person is..."

Before the captain of the urban management team finished his story, he saw Zhao Gangliang walking in front of him a few steps. The captain of the urban management team quickly bent down and smiled at Zhao Gangliang and said, "Brother Zhao Gangliang, let's go now. Now!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk Jingtan chanted the Dharma name and said, "Donor, I see the bad omen above you. I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster recently!"

"You are the bad omen on your head."

Zhao Gang gave the old monk Jingtan a blank look and said, "I'll give your Buddhist Association some face. You can take your people away immediately, otherwise do you believe it or not, I will throw you out?"

"How can the donor speak wildly to the monks!"

The old monk Jingtan took a step back in surprise, as if he was afraid that Zhao Gang-ryung would suddenly hit him, and the Shaolin masters around him took a step forward and surrounded the old monk Jingtan in the middle.

It seemed that I felt a sense of security. The old monk Jingtan cleared his throat, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, donor, I am thinking of you as young and ignorant as you are, and I will not care about you..."

"Care about your mother!"

Zhao Gang kicked him over.

The Shaolin disciples naturally came forward to block Zhao Gang-ling.

Although those people are martial artists, how could Zhao Gang be so easy to block his kick?

Two people were kicked to the ground immediately.

"How can you hit someone!" The old monk Jingtan said angrily.

"What's wrong with hitting you?"

Zhao Gangliang took a step forward and knocked the few Shaolin disciples left by the old monk Jingtan to the ground. Then he pulled the robe of Jingtan and said, "I'm wearing a look like a human being, but I'm eating a fat man."

"You, you, you! I am the president of the Buddhist Association! Do you dare to hit me?"

The old monk Jingtan did not expect that Zhao Gangling was so sharp. He knocked down the monk he had trained carefully in a few seconds. He quickly wanted to tell the story of his identity, but unexpectedly, Zhao Gangling did not swear at all.

"What's wrong with hitting you?"

Zhao Gangliang slapped the old monk directly on the head. It's really true that his big head is shiny and it feels quite smooth when he fights.

"Amitabha, you demon!"

"Bang!"

Zhao Gangliang slapped him again. Zhao Gangliang used a lot of effort to slap the old monk's head red.

"Amitabha…"

"Another?"

Zhao Gang-ling took another photo.

"Oh! You bastard."

"Bang!"

"Cao, if you hit me again, I will kill you!"

"That's what it should be!"

Zhao Gang smiled and let go of his hand, saying, "It seems that you are not a great monk, why do you have to pretend?"

"Amitabha!"

Seeing that Zhao Gang-rye let go of his hand, the old monk Jingtan quickly took a few steps back and clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, you have fallen into the devil's way. I am merciful to you, as long as you are now... Oh, don't hit me!"

Before the old monk could speak, Zhao Gang-rye kicked him and kicked the old monk back a few meters away, just like a ball.

Zhao Gangliang wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the captain of the urban management team.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!"

The captain of the urban management team accompanied the smile and said, "This monk Jingtan is a guest of honor for Mayor Pan. I will give me some face and don't beat him!"

"Who do you think of you, I will give you face?" Zhao Gangliang looked at the captain of the urban management team. He was not a person who liked to bully others by virtue of power, but since the captain of the urban management team dared to help others with public welfare, he really had to bully others for a while, so that they would dare to bully the people casually when they turned around.

"Yes, yes, you don't have to give me face. Look at what I said, I'm wrong. I mean, give Mayor Pan a face!"

The captain of the urban management team was not annoyed at all, and still had a smile on his face.

As the saying goes, "You guys don't hit the smiling people, Zhao Gangqing frowned slightly and said, "Get out of here, let me see you here, believe it or not, bury you in the back mountain?"

"Xinxinxinxin, thank you Brother Zhao, thank you!"

The captain of the urban management team said, taking a few steps back and helped the old monk Jingtan up.

The old monk Jingtan wanted to say something, but the captain of the urban management team couldn't help but pull him out of Ningxin'an.

The remaining monks and urban management officers saw that the leader had run away, so they naturally ran away.

A group of aggressive people ran away in an instant.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Huixin walked to Zhao Gang-rye and clasped her hands together.

"You're welcome to be polite, the evil people will have to be beaten by the evil people. I don't know anything else, so there is still some way to deal with these people." Zhao Gang said with a smile.

"The donor is evil in his hands, but his heart is not evil."

Huixin said.

Zhao Gang touched his head and said, "Abbot, stop talking, I will float up."

After such a fuss, the morning class naturally couldn't continue, and Zhao Gangliang also decided to leave Ningxin'an.

Although his strength has not yet recovered to his best state, Zhao Gangliang believes that as long as he insists on reading some Buddhist scriptures every day and doing his homework, his strength should be restored. After all, this place is a nunnery. If he stays here as a man, he will easily give people a handle, and it is not nice to say it out.

So, in the afternoon, Zhao Gangliang went to say goodbye to Huixin.

Huixin did not try to keep him, but gave Zhao Gang-ling a few sets of Buddhist scriptures that he had treasured for many years. There are also many Huixin's own perceptions of Buddhism in the Buddhist scriptures.

Zhao Gangyan regarded it as a treasure and hid it well before leaving Huixin's Zen room.

Chen Keke and Wu Yaoqin brought Zhao Gang-ling to the door of Ning Xin'an.

Looking at his daughter and Zhao Gang-ling, Wu Yaoqin hesitated for a moment, but simply said goodbye to Zhao Gang-ling, and then turned around and left.

"Aren't you still going to be a vulgar?" Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"I'm pretty good here."

Chen Keke said, "When I want to go out one day, I will go out."

"That's OK."

Zhao Gangqing nodded and said, "Tiantian and the others are talking about you every day!"

"I miss them, too."

Chen Keke said, "I will go out to find them."

"That's OK."

Zhao Gang-ling said, "I'll leave first."

"good."

Zhao Gang-rye turned around and walked a few steps, turned around, and said to Chen Keke with a smile, "I remember to see if there is anyone in the water when taking a shower in the future."

Chen Keke was stunned for a moment, then his face immediately turned red. She looked at Zhao Gangliang and said, "Hate!"

Zhao Gangliang laughed loudly and turned around and left.
To be continued...