Zhao Fan underestimated this robes and didn't know what material it was made of. It looked soft but very tough.

He was completely wrapped in this cassock and only had one head exposed, looking like a big red rice dumpling.

"Master Zhao please calm down. I have no malice!"

It felt like Zhao Fan had already been suppressed, and the fat monk walked up to Zhao Fan again and roostled.

This person still had a gentle smile on his face, but this smile was so annoying in Zhao Fan's eyes.

Zhao Fan's expression calmed down. Although the fat monk stopped him from taking action many times, he seemed to have no malice.

From the fight to the present, he has basically been in a defensive state and has never fought back. Even if he trapped Zhao Fan at this time, he used relatively gentle means and did not cause any harm to Zhao Fan.

The most important thing is the Buddha's name just now.

Although the terrifying sound waves shocked Zhao Fan's injury and made him squirt blood, he did not receive any experience value.

In this regard, the system is still very reliable. As long as someone who is hostile to him attacks him, no matter how serious it is, it will give corresponding experience values ​​based on the opponent's strength.

When he fought with the old man, he was beaten and screamed, but he had no experience value at all, because the old man had no malice towards him.

"Thank you for your actions, Master, Yu Zhiyuan is very grateful. I will transfer it to you immediately after promised the five million incense money from Tianyuan Temple."

When the Yu family saw this situation, they turned around and came back.

After approaching carefully, Yu Zhiyuan bowed respectfully to the fat monk, glanced at Zhao Fan coldly, and felt a little proud in his tone.

"Zhao Fan, do you know the difference between you and me now? So what if you are so good? My Yu family has more money, just five million incense money, and you can invite the entire Tianyuan Temple masters to go out. Crushing you to death is like crushing an ant."

"Haha, you are really a fool who doesn't know how to be tall and strong. How dare you be arrogant in front of Master Pratyekabuddha?"

Looking at Zhao Fan who had completely given up struggling, Yu Wenxuan smiled happily, wandering around Zhao Fan while mocking loudly.

The pride and arrogance in his eyes were not concealed at all. Compared with him, he basically had no scheming at all.

The fat monk ignored the father and son. He stepped to the side of the monks who could not afford to rise and reached out to press them a few times. After a while, a group of people with stiff bodies stood up from the ground one after another.

The two Taoists looked at each other and greeted the fat monk with gratitude.

They just opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but when they saw the fat monk's gentle gaze seemed to have seen through all their thoughts, they swallowed them back when they said something.

The two of them were also very afraid of the fat monk named Pratyekabuddha. Seeing that he looked cold, they did not dare to stop any longer. They glanced at Zhao Fan and the father and son of the Yu family in a calm manner, then turned around and left.

"The surname of Zhao, go to death!"

The chest was still tingling with pain in the point. Xiao Sheng stood up and gasped for a moment. His resentful eyes looked at Zhao Fan who had been cured again. He let out a loud roar and rushed towards him with eight steps in the air.

"Amitabha!"

Pratyekabuddha looked at Xiao Sheng with a gentle gaze, recited a Buddha's name, and the rolling sounds appeared again.

Xiao Sheng's body suddenly stiffened, and he had no time to turn back and look frightened. He looked at the Pratyekabuddha with a glance and let out a muffled groan, and was roared directly to the coma of the ground by the Buddha's name.

At this time, Monk Pratyekabuddha looked at the seven monks of Tianyuan Temple who were covered in cold sweat. His tone was calm, but he had an unquestionable power. He said lightly: "Do you still remember the precepts of my temple?"

When several monks heard this, their whole body trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat as big as beans on their foreheads kept dripping down their cheeks, but they couldn't even say a word.

"No need to go to the precepts hall. You can change into this monk's robe and return to secular life!"

Monk Pratyekabuddha recited the Buddha's name, sighed softly, and spoke calmly again.

"Abbot, we know we are wrong."

"We are willing to go to Kongshan Temple to practice meditation for ten years, and ask the abbot to be kind to you!"

When the monk Pratyekabuddha said this, the monks' legs became weak and they instantly knelt in front of him. Tears in their eyes and sweat on their faces dripped, and they lay on the ground and started crying.

"You guys are right, I'm wrong."

The monk Pratyekabuddha's eyes stayed on the people for a moment, and after sighing, he didn't look at them again, and turned around and walked towards Zhao Fan.

When several monks knelt in front of the Pratyekabuddha, the father and son of the Yu family had already felt something was wrong.

Seeing the fat monk looking at Zhao Fan with a smile on his face, the two of them looked at each other, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in their eyes, and they quickly ran towards the backyard room.

They didn't know that Lin Shiqi and Belinda had been rescued by Zhao Fan long ago, and they were still unwilling to give up until this time, and wanted to use the two to threaten Zhao Fan.

But as soon as the father and son ran to the backyard, they saw two bodyguards lying on the ground at the door of the wing room, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, and then they saw the open door of the wing room.

Yu Wenxuan rushed into the wing room like crazy. After seeing the ropes and tape thrown on the ground, he let out a sound like a wild beast, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Walk!"

As early as Yu Wenxuan rushed into the room, Yu Zhiyuan subconsciously grabbed it, but he ran too fast and didn't catch it all at once.

After following into the wing room, he didn't even take a look at the situation in the room, and grabbed Yu Wenxuan's arm and ran to the courtyard wall quickly.

The father and son climbed up the courtyard wall in a very embarrassing manner. Through the dense branches and leaves of the trees beside the courtyard wall, they looked at Zhao Fan, whose robes had been untied in the distance, roared unwillingly, turned around and jumped out.

"I have already told my disciples to call the police. This donor Xiao will not appear in front of you again in the future."

Monk Pratyekabuddha took back his cassock and bowed to Zhao Fan with a gentle and peaceful look on his face.

"You know my master? What is the Tianlong Academy you just mentioned?"

If you can't beat others, what else can Zhao Fan do? If you continue to pester, he will suffer the consequences.

He simply changed the subject and asked the question he was most concerned about.

When Monk Pratyekabuddha heard Zhao Fan’s question, he was slightly stunned.

After a while, he smiled at Zhao Fan and said, "Since the dragon donor hasn't said it yet, I can't say it anymore."

Seeing that Zhao Fan wanted to ask again, Monk Pratyekabuddha bowed again and said calmly, "Today's incident was wrong in Tianyuan Temple. However, since the two female donors are safe and sound, don't touch the butcher's knife again. Since Donor Zhao is the disciple of Donor Tianlong, I will give you an explanation in the future."

This man finally appeared until Zhao Fan pulled everyone to the ground, but he knew everything well. He had long known that Zhao Fan had saved Lin Shiqi and Belinda.

"Zhao Tianlong, Tianlongyuan, the old man seemed very awesome back then? What kind of thing did he do that both humans and gods have angered, so that even a master like you dare not say it?"

Zhao Fan was a little stunned. If Yu Song didn't say that day, it could be said that the old Taoist priest felt humiliated. However, although this monk Pratyekabuddha stopped him from killing people, he did not have any malice to him.

Under such circumstances, it couldn't find out what was going on, but instead aroused Zhao Fan's strong curiosity and slightly aroused the monk in front of him.

Monk Pratyekabuddha smiled slightly, as if he had not heard Zhao Fan's words, and he clasped his name together and recited the Buddha's name.

He reached out and made a gesture of invitation to the courtyard gate, and said calmly: "Donor, please!"

Since I can't beat it, I didn't suffer any loss. What else can I do besides admitting my conscience?

Zhao Fan looked at the smiling fat monk with a dark face, muttered, turned around and walked towards the door.

The investigation technique has already seen the Yu family father and son get into the car like a dog, and it is not realistic to catch up and kill people at this time.

These two people came from Xiling City and appeared at the Westin Hotel. Needless to say, they must have come to participate in the B International Investment Association, and they are not worried that they will run away.

The seven monks in Tianyuan Temple were still kneeling in their place, and their eyes were begging to look at the direction of the Pratyekabuddha.

Zhao Fan's eyes slowly swept across these people's faces one by one, remembering their faces firmly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was also unconcealed.

With the monk Pratyekabuddha here, he could not kill, but he could see clearly the hatred deep in these people's eyes.

Since the monk Pratyekabuddha had already asked them to return to secular life and drove them out of Tianyuan Temple, Zhao Fan was sure that these people would still take the account on him after all.

He sneered gently, after walking a few steps, Zhao Fan suddenly turned around and looked at the monk Pratyekabuddha, and asked with a smile: "If they return to secular life, they should not be considered people from Tianyuan Temple, right?"

The smile on the face of the monk Pratyekabuddha stopped and said softly: "After all, I was a disciple of my Buddhist sect. If they really regret it, please let Zhao Shizhu open the page."

"I also hope they won't run over and seek death!"

Zhao Fan smiled faintly, and without looking at these people, he walked out strode.

When they returned to the car, Lin Shiqi and Belinda were already asleep. The carriage still had a strong smell of alcohol, and their faces still looked a little pale.

After being infected, in addition to being unconscious, things like ether will also cause vomiting, chest tightness and headaches. It seems that they have been tortured this time.

The carriage was narrow, and Zhao Fan gave them a simple massage. Seeing that their breathing was much more stable, he drove off. When they were about to arrive at the hotel, both of them had woken up, but they still looked a little sick.

After experiencing this incident, Lin Shiqi and Belinda have lived and died together, and they have gotten along much more harmoniously. After asking about Zhao Fan's situation after entering, they saw that Zhao Fan looked depressed and didn't want to say more, so they were tactful and didn't ask more questions.

The two of them were talking in the back row, while Zhao Fan, who was driving, was silently thinking about his thoughts.

Perhaps in order to safeguard his sovereignty, Lin Shiqi talked about some interesting stories from Zhao Fan's school days with a slight show.

Belinda was naturally very interested in this topic. The more they talked about it, the more they became more and more speculative. Later, they joked about Zhao Fan from time to time, and the crisp giggles like silver bells never stopped.

Who didn’t have any embarrassment when he was a student? Now that Lin Shiqi has been exposed, Zhao Fan is slightly embarrassed and misses him very much.

Some things can only be missed. Time is a killer, and those carefree days will never come back.

After returning to the room, Zhao Fan saw that they had not recovered yet. He knew that although there was no problem, he probably had to feel uncomfortable for a while and decided to give them some treatment.
Chapter completed!