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Sun Buer quickly came out of the first villa and entered the second villa, and then Sun Chengjin started calling the next person to enter.
With a leader in the lead, more people followed. People from the three associations came up to take pictures and wanted to try their skills. Taoist nun Qinglian was the last one in line, and then she glanced at Zhang Fan inexplicably.
Why? Zhang Fan had no intention of getting up at all.
When the third one registered and walked towards Villa No. 1, Sun Buer had already come out of Villa No. 3, with his hands behind his back and his head held high, as if he already had a chance to win.
The organizer had already arranged for staff to wait outside Villa No. 3. As soon as Sun Buer came out, the staff asked him to write his answer on a piece of paper with his name on it and then put it away.
The others were the same, entering and coming out of the villa one after another.
"Master Wu Zhen, your Buddhist association has only sent five novice monks this time. Are you sure? I remember, master, that your lineage pays more attention to chanting sutras and praying for blessings, but it is a little worse in Feng Shui and Kanyu. But you have to Watch out for this foreigner."
On the stage, Master Songfeng looked at Qinglian who was full of confidence, turned his head and said to the great monk wearing cassock next to him.
"Yes, yes, the matter of Feng Shui is supposed to be the main business of our Yi Jing Research Association. It's okay for the Taoist Association to get involved. Why did you bring someone here, Master Wu Zhen?" The Yi Jing in Tang suit The president of the research association, named Zhou Qiankun, also joined the monk Matsukaze in crowding around.
"Amitabha, the two benefactors have taken pictures. Now we are resisting foreign humiliation. We ascetics and you two have the same purpose. Besides, this Western astrology first came from the Gypsies, and the Gypsies wandered from Tianzhu. Going out, from this point of view, our Buddhist family has an advantage in this regard. What's more, the poor monk's disciple Fa Neng is very talented. With him leading the team this time, the poor monk is very relieved. President Zhou, on the other hand, The people you sent are of this age"
The great monk laughed and did not pay attention to the two people's running around. Instead, he gave Zhou Qiankun a slap in the face. You must know that the disciples sent by the Buddhist Association and the Taoist Association are all under thirty years old. However, the people under President Zhou are all skinny and gray-haired, looking so out of place.
"Haha, our association doesn't pay attention to those frivolous things. The most important thing is to look at your ability. If you lose, you will use your age as an excuse. What does that mean? She can just invite parents to come." Zhou Qiankun didn't care about Wu. Master Zhen's ridicule, it seems that their Zhouyi Research Association is the most pragmatic.
It doesn¡¯t matter your age or whether you are bullying others. What matters is making a name for yourself. Most of the people in their club are gentlemen who set up stalls outside to make a living, but there is no incense to offer. What they want is fame. Only with fame can someone give money.
Liu Zhiguo, who was sitting not far away, couldn't help but laugh when he heard the conversation between the three people. Aren't monks supposed to be quiet and inactive? The three of them looked more and more like the leaders of the guild, bickering for their own interests.
Soon, Aunt Qinglian, who was walking at the end, also walked into the villa, and Zhang Fan still sat there without moving. Now Joseph and Sun Chengjin on the stage could not sit still.
Sun Chengjin simply stepped off the stage and walked to Zhang Fan's side, lowering his voice and saying, "Why don't you come on stage? You were paid." But the strange thing is that Sun Chengjin's voice is a bit hollow now.
Of course he is weak. The person who promised him benefits before breaking up Zhang Fan and Bai Shuying was Han Xiaoying who was sitting next to Zhang Fan. What he did to vent his anger was the attitude of the person behind Han Xiaoying. Although Han Xiaoying always had a smile on her face, Sun Chengjin felt cold when he saw her face.
"I, wasn't I waiting for you?" Zhang Fan smiled softly and touched the head of Shen Xiaoman next to him.
"Wait for me? What do you mean?"
Sun Chengjin was flustered for a while. Could it be that Zhang Fan and Han Xiaoying had already had some communication?
"Oh, nothing else. Didn't you pay for this? I want to ask you how hard I should use to slap that princess in the face. I still feel very unhappy when I think of what she said."
"Youjust do whatever you want."
Sun Chengjin¡¯s mouth twitched. Isn¡¯t this kid too crazy? He didn¡¯t even enter the villa and he said he wanted to slap the princess in the face? How capable are you to say such a thing?
"Oh, then I understand." Zhang Fan stood up and stretched, "Xiao Man, let's go."
Zhang Fan glanced towards the villa. At this time, Aunt Qinglian just walked out of Villa No. 3.Having met them once, he still has some understanding of the methods of these astrologers. Joseph worked hard on the lamp, and I guess this Tina is similar.
"No, I didn't see it. Master, what does this mean?" Shen Xiaoman tilted his head and stared at the roof, unable to see anything for a long time.
"Go and move a chair and give me the cinnabar."
Zhang Fan laughed, you understand, so why do you need a master?
"Sir, what do you want to do?" The accompanying staff were very confused when they saw that Zhang Fan asked for cinnabar and a chair instead of a compass, and raised his hand to gesture in the air.
"Don't worry about it, just go and get it. Anyway, I'm the last one to come in, so the layout here ends here." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com