Hou Tian took the money, then looked carefully, raised his eyes to look at the watermark, rubbed it hard to tell the truth and fake... While he was whispering, he muttered: "I didn't dream, I didn't dream, this is not dead money..."

When Fang Zheng heard this, his face stiffened and he roared in his heart: "It's really your uncle. I think I'm a dead person!"

And he subconsciously muttered: It’s such a Buddha!”

"A few donors, is there anything else?" Fang Zheng asked.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but for a moment I didn't know how to answer.

They came to question the crime and fight against fake ghosts. As a result, they were very disagreeable, and they didn't know what else they could do when they cooperated.

It was Jing Yan who broke the silence: "Abbot Fang Zheng, I'm not to hide it from it, I am..."

"Amitabha, I know that the donor is a reporter from Baiyun Newspaper, right?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.

Jing Yan was completely confused. The other party not only knew her name, but also knew her profession. Isn’t this amazing?

Jing Yan asked, "Abbot Fang Zheng, how did you know?"

Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

Li Qing said unconvincedly: "Abbot Fang Zheng, do you know me?"

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "I have no chance to get married to the donor, so I naturally don't know him." Then Fang Zheng looked at Jing Yan: "The donor brought the donor Hou and donor, what's the matter?"

Li Qing said, "Aren't you destined to be a good person? Still asking?"

Jing Yan glared at Li Qing, and Li Qing shut up obediently.

At this time, Jing Yan saw the big white dog as big as a calf coming over. When she saw that Jing Yan and others were frightened. Jing Yan and Li Qing, who were knowledgeable, and Xu San, who had seen wolves, recognized it. This is not a dog, this is a wolf! I just don’t know why a mighty and domineering wolf would be so angry?

The big white wolf walked past several people, glanced at them, jumped onto a big rock next to them, and then lay on it and closed his eyes and stopped moving.

At this time, everyone discovered that the stone turned out to be a large stone tablet with the word "Breast Spring" written on it!

Jing Yan asked curiously: "Abbot Fang Zheng, do you still have spring water here?"

Fang Zheng smiled slightly, his smile seemed sacred and gentle under the silver moonlight. He signaled: "Of course there is, the donor can see it yourself."

Jing Yan approached the bitter spring and looked inside. A trace of cool air radiated out of the well, and who was in it was extremely clear.

"It's really water. Is there water here? It's incredible." Xu San was the first to be shocked. He grew up in the Tarila Desert and was a native native. He has heard from adults that the Tarila Desert is dry and rainy, and the desert is drought all year round, and no grass grows. In the early years, people even tried to cross the Tarila Desert every year and eventually died in the desert.

The most common desert plants in the desert are not desert plants such as cactus, but mummies!

Xu San has also entered the Tarila Desert in recent years. He thinks he knows the desert well and has never seen any water, let alone the well and this towering tree.

Jing Yan asked, "Abbot Fang Zheng, are you always like this?"

After Jing Yan looked at the spring water, she looked at the towering old tree. The leaves trembled and made a slight sound in the breeze. She could feel the vigorous vitality of the old tree...

A leaf fell and Jing Yan held it in his hand. It was a real leaf, not a prop!

Without Fang Zheng's reply, Jing Yan already had the answer and sighed: "It's probably a hundred years to grow such a big tree? Even if such a big tree is transplanted, it will have to cut off its branches, otherwise it will not be able to stock it. This old tree is so lush and this finger temple is so old. It seems that it has been so many years, right?"

Fang Zhengzheng was worried about how to answer this question, but Jing Yan had the answer herself, so she stopped talking, just smiled.

And this smile fell in Jing Yan's eyes, it was certain.

"A few donors, is there anything else?" Fang Zheng asked.

Jing Yan took a look at the temple...

Fang Zhengdao: "The worship of Guanyin is worshipping children. If you ask for a child, you can worship him. It's very effective."

Jing Yan was speechless for a moment. How old is she? Just begging for a child?

Xu San's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Of course, burning incense costs money. One hundred yuan per stick of incense is required. Donor should think about it before doing it."

"One hundred yuan per stick of incense?" Xu San exclaimed: "There are no fees in the city. Whether or not the investment depends on voluntary action. You..."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "This temple's rules are like this, so I don't force it."

"You..." Xu San was speechless.

It was more than one hundred yuan, more than any temple he had been to, but he was unwilling to miss it. He had been married for three years and had no children. The old man at home almost talked about it every day...

He has been to the hospital and seen a doctor;

I have also taken folk remedies and worshipped Buddha;

But it has never been effective. Seeing that he is in the fourth place and has no children, I am afraid that his parents will not be able to pass that level.

The monk in front of him was different. He saw Fang Zheng grow lotus step by step, sowing a large piece of the other side of the river in the desert, a monk who can tame the wolf into a disciple and plant towering trees in the desert.

His reason told him that this is a person with real skills, and this may be an opportunity.

Behind him, Hou Tian also whispered: "Third Brother, why don't you try it?"

Now that things have happened, Hou Tian is no longer so afraid. Although he can’t figure out whether Fang Zheng is a human or a ghost, even if he is a ghost, he should not be an evil ghost.

Xu San nodded and said, "Abbot, I will burn a stick of incense."

Fang Zheng smiled and made way, Xu San walked into the Buddhist temple with great strides, stuffed one hundred yuan into the merit box, picked up a stick of incense and lit it, and respectfully worshiped the statue of Guanyin who gave birth to the child in front of him.

Outside, Li Qing said: "Abbot, can this water be drunk?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, one hundred and one bowl."

Li Qing exclaimed: "Water also requires money?"

Fang Zheng didn't argue with him, but just closed his hands and smiled slightly, confirming the other party's questions.

Li Qing was speechless, but thinking about the situation here, it was located in the depths of the desert, and it was quite difficult to maintain a sip of spring water. It seemed that it was not that expensive to charge 100 yuan.

"For your maintenance costs, buy a bowl." Li Qing was paying for the money, and then he heard the monk say gently: "The maintenance costs are zero."

Li Qing suddenly froze in place. He finally found a reason for himself and a step for the other party, but the other party couldn't go down.

Seeing Li Qing embarrassed, Jing Yan pulled the topic over: "Abbot Fang Zheng, I saw a lot of red flowers outside..."

Fang Zheng didn't shy away. Sooner or later, someone would ask about such a big flower, so he replied: "That is the real flower of the other side." Thanks Ye Qingfenglang for rewarding 500 starting points. Thanks to GXHX for rewarding 100 starting points. Thanks to Xuanji for rewarding 100 starting points. Thanks to book friends for rewarding 100 starting points. Thanks to Liuli Ruonian for rewarding 100 book coins. The new book period is too difficult. Please collect it, recommend votes, monthly votes, and rewards!
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