Chapter 149: Offending the Gods

Thinking of this, Yang Fan's eyes patrolled the world and finally found an old beggar crawling on the ground, dressed in rags at the entrance of the temple.

"Okay, it's you!"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up and he made up his mind.

"Dear all of you, please reward some of the smaller ones! Just accumulate good deeds..."

The old beggar crawled on the ground, holding a broken iron bowl, and prayed to the inviting people.

Passersby occasionally throw him some tattoos to him.

Although the old beggar was dressed in rags, with a dirty face and a unkempt hair, his eyes lit up whenever someone’s money fell into an iron bowl.

Bangdang!

Sudden!

A large silver ingot fell down and smashed his iron bowl over.

Silver! What a big silver ingot!!

The old beggar was extremely excited, his eyes were extremely bright, and only a huge silver ingot was left in his sight.

Such a large silver ingot is enough for him to spend a few years in a leisurely manner, how could he not be excited?

"Sir, thank you! Sir, thank you!"

The old beggar quickly reached out to pick up the large silver ingot.

But at this moment, a young man stretched out his hand and the money came into his hands.

"Ah! My silver!"

The old beggar was furious and turned his eyes to the young man.

"Do you want this piece of silver?" Yang Fan said with a smile: "Just help me do something, I can give you another ten yuan!"

There is indeed no pie falling from the sky!

The old beggar sighed and said with a little alert: "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry, it's definitely not a dangerous thing, but it needs to be a little shameless." Yang Fan said leisurely.

"Shaped?" The old beggar slapped his chest and sweared: "Don't worry, sir, this is my strengths and strengths, and there is absolutely no problem."

"Haha, come on..."

Yang Fan felt funny, and his shamelessness became his advantage. He lowered his head and whispered a few words in the old beggar's ear.

"This...is that simple?"

After listening to it, the old beggar said in disbelief.

"Yes, it's that simple, but you have to do what I said. As long as you achieve it successfully, you will be able to have food and clothing for the rest of your life..." Yang Fan said calmly.

"Okay, that's it!"

The old beggar nodded, took the big silver ingot given to him by Yang Fan, and walked into the temple with a swagger.

Yang Fan followed him slowly.

"Stop! Stop!" A monk soon stopped him.

"The Buddhist Pure Land, idle people, leave quickly to avoid polluting this sacred temple!"

"Bao, bah, bah!" The old beggar was furious: "How dare you discriminate against me? Buddhism emphasizes saving all living beings and everyone is equal. Can be a beggar not enter temples or be a Buddhist believer?"

"All the villagers, come here to judge me."

The old beggar shouted.

After a while, many people gathered around, but they followed the beggar's statement.

"Little monk, just let him go in. Whoever says that a beggar cannot worship Buddha?" Someone persuaded him.

"But..." the beggar said hesitantly.

"Are you afraid that I won't have the money to buy incense? Open your dog's eyes and see, what is this?"

The old beggar spread his palms and revealed an extremely large silver ingot.

What a big silver ingot!!!

Everyone around exclaimed.

"Did you see clearly...what is this! Open your dog's eyes!"

The old beggar said proudly, looking like a nouveau riche.

"this……"

The monk looked dull and speechless... What kind of world is this? Even beggars are richer than themselves.

"Hmph, look down on people!" The old beggar walked into the temple with a swagger. The monk sighed, thinking in his heart whether he wanted to go to the business as a beggar.

After the old beggar entered the temple, he took a brief look at Zhoubo and bought some incense and candles. Then, under Yang Fan's instructions, he came to the temple where the statue of Guanyin Buddha was located.

There are two rows in front of the Buddha statue and two cushions in front of the incense table, which can be used for two people to kneel down and worship at the same time.

The old beggar lined up to worship Buddha, which surprised the people around him.

Beggars can also worship Buddha and burn incense!

The monk in front of the incense table glanced at the old beggar. After seeing that there was also incense in his hand, he didn't say anything.

It was the old beggar's turn in a short while.

thump!

The old beggar looked miserable and lit an incense candle, and cried, "Great compassion, great compassion, pick up jade Guanyin, please keep me safe and carefree, wuwu..."

Although everyone felt strange when they saw this scene, they could still understand his mood.

Yang Fan laughed in his heart. Although the old beggar cried so much, in fact, he had no sincerity. The only thing he thought of was to get the money from Yang Fan after finishing the matter.

The incense candle was burning, and Yang Fan carefully realized that although the old beggar was also kneeling down, the incense was completely different, without the subtle spiritual power of the previous ones.

"really……"

Yang Fan nodded secretly, as he imagined, a person without sincerity would not have the mysterious spiritual power no matter how he bowed.

"hateful!"

Suddenly, the old beggar was furious: "I respect you so devoutly, why do you still make me hungry? Are you worthy of the incense I gave you?"

He trembled all over and pointed at the dignified and gentle Buddha statue of Guanyin, who was holding jade, and cursed.

According to Yang Fan’s previous agreement, he must scold from the bottom of his heart and curse all his dissatisfaction, otherwise he will not get any money.

"Stinky woman!" The old beggar spitted at the Buddha statue.

During this process, Yang Fan looked at it carefully and felt a faint spiritual fluctuation, which flew away with the incense and then disappeared.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Yang Fan noticed something, looked up at the Buddha statue, and found that the gentleness and wisdom in Guanyin's eyes disappeared, replaced by a hint of anger. The flowing hair danced in the wind. She stared at the beggar who was scolding her angrily at her, and smiled coldly.

Of course, this is just an "illusion" that Yang Fan faintly captured. Other mortals did not notice it. In their eyes, "Guanyin with Jade" is still so compassionate, gentle, dignified and beautiful.

"This old beggar is crazy. How dare he offend the gods!"

"Twist this lunatic out!"

Everyone was furious and then reacted, rushed over and prepared to beat the old beggar.

"Ah! Run!" The old beggar was so scared that his face was pale and fled in panic.

Suddenly, the temple was in chaos.

Yang Fan was extremely calm, staring at the dignified and beautiful Guanyin who smiled sweetly, and his lips slightly pursed, revealing a faint disdain and contempt.

Fool the people and steal the power of mortals and ants under your feet. Are these gods and Buddhas?

A sense of contempt arises from the heart of Yang Fan.

Strangely, with the breeding of his contempt, a strange spiritual fluctuation also spread along the incense and disappeared between heaven and earth.

boom!

In an instant, the Buddha statue of Guanyin, who had a jade-picking change took place.

A thunder and lightning appeared behind the statue, and the blue hair danced wildly, as if it turned into a nine-day dragon, shattering a hurricane, sweeping across the earth, and purple-green crystal flame petals surged on the lotus platform. Guanyin looked at Yang Fan coldly, and a trace of anger and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The endless pressure surged like a long river, which shocked Yang Fan's mind and his face changed.

But the next moment, he smiled coldly, glanced at the statue, and left.

"These are just illusions, so there is no need to be afraid... Since ancient times, I have only heard of someone who has turned into feathers and ascended, but there is almost no certainty that there will be immortals coming to the world..."

Yang Fan thought disdainfully and continued walking outside the temple.

At this moment, the people in the temple were all focused on the escaped old beggar, but they did not pay attention to his actions.
To be continued...