Dongxia City, Jingxin Temple.

"If a Bodhisattva has the appearance of self, human appearance, sentient beings, and longevity, he is not a Bodhisattva."

The young monk sitting cross-legged on the ground closed his eyes and recited silently, chanting Buddhist principles, and making great wishes for the world.

Behind the little monk was a hippie young monk with a dirty wine gourd around his waist, wearing a gray robe, holding a greasy chicken leg in his hand and eating it, his mouth full of oil.

"Uncle Master, I wish to make a great destruction and never survive. Is it really appropriate for monks to keep eating meat and drinking like you?"

"Hehe, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart. If the world learns from me, it is like entering the devil's way. It is appropriate for me to do this, but you can't do it."

The young monk replied with a smile.

The little monk had long been used to the young monk's answers, so he stood up and patted the monk's robe on his body.

"Uncle Master, can ordinary people really use Buddhist scriptures to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters?"

The young monk was stunned and quickly put down the chicken legs in his hand, wiped the oil stains on his hand on the statue of the Vajra God holding the legal seal, and then folded his hands together.

"Of course it is useful. If you read Buddhist scriptures and read them, you will naturally have a strong group of things."

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"This Buddhist scripture is useless!!"

Fang Ping'an held the phone that was constantly playing the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and roared in his heart.

Because of nervousness, the knuckles that were holding the phone turned white and leaned against the right door.

His face was so pale that his calves were cramped.

The driver still turned his head and stared at him strangely. A terrifying face slowly melted like wax over time, and red and white intertwined.

"It's time to go on the road...it's time to go on the road...it's time to go..."

"Go along the way...going along the way..."

This is not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing is that there is also a red dress on the left side of the back seat!

The black hair was hanging down, and the exposed necks were twisted together like twists.

Although I couldn't see clearly, Fang Ping'an could feel that behind the black hair was a pair of dark and resentful eyes staring at him.

Fang Ping'an held the door handle with one hand, his eyes moist.

He couldn't help but bit his lower lip lightly, feeling very aggrieved.

Already scared to tears.

My own time travel experience is so different from others.

The asterisk is so scary!

Asterisks are asterisks, I'm so scared!

The cramped legs couldn't help but move twice, and just stepped on a little spider to death.

Fang Ping'an naturally couldn't feel that he had stepped on a spider to death.

But then a piece of data appeared on the retina.

"You killed a spider, Basic Experience 1"

"The plug-in effect of ten thousand times of experience value takes effect."

“Experience value change of 10000”

The sudden prompt on the retina stunned Fang Ping'an.

Is this my own plug-in??

Experience value?

Basically, Fang Ping'an roughly inferred that this was his plug-in.

He had tears in his eyes and secretly glanced at the two ghosts in the car.

When Fang Pingan found that they were still staring at him, he was frightened again.

But then a doubt appeared.

"Why didn't I upgrade??"

With 10,000 experience points, how can I upgrade to one level?

You should know that it’s very fun. If you are brothers, you will kill my true legend. A 999-level sword is not a dream, and I haven’t even upgraded to one level for this ten thousand points...

This is probably a fake plug-in.

My life is over!

Fang Ping'an's mood was mixed.

I pondered for more than ten seconds.

I couldn't help but wiped my eyes with my trembling hands and made my phone into video recording mode.

Anyway, I probably won't be saved this time.

Record a video and post it to various spiritual lovers websites.

It can leave a last word to remind future generations.

Another one can be tricked.

How great.

Fang Ping'an swallowed a saliva, pointed the camera at the driver and then at the red clothes beside him.

The driver had turned into a pile of red and white intertwined appearances, and his eyes were hanging on it, as nauseating as it would be.

The rotten and terrifying head in red clothes had stretched to the top of Fang Ping'an's head, and his eyes stared at him greedily, like a hungry beast.

The hand holding the phone is a little shaking, so the screen is shaking very hard.

He said in a crying voice.

"Put me to death, hurry up, I'm tired."

A video was recorded for about 30 seconds.

The terrifying head in red was almost touching Fang Ping'an's head.

A shabby taxi gallops on the road at night.

Run six red lights in a row.

In front of the taxi is a truck full of steel bars.

Steel bars pierced out of the truck compartment.

As long as a taxi hits it, even if Fang Ping'an is not poked to death by steel bars, he will die in a car accident.

No need to do anything with red clothes.

Fang Ping'an lowered his head and fiddled with his cell phone in a complicated mood.

As soon as I uploaded the video to a large spiritual exploration website, I heard a sharp sirens.

A team of white motorcycles rushed to the scene and surrounded the worn taxi.

"parking!!!"

"Six red lights in a row?! You don't treat us streets as humans!"

"Stop now! If you don't stop, we will use coercive measures!"

The shabby taxi still continued to speed without any signs of slowing down.

Seeing this, the street manager did not speak out again, but picked up the walkie-talkie.

"The illegal vehicles were found in the middle section of Chang'an Road, and the communication was invalid. I applied for roadblocks and forced parking."

With the emergence of street management, the driver and red clothes in the taxi suddenly disappeared.

It disappeared inexplicably without leaving any trace.

Fang Ping'an looked around with a confused look on his face.

After confirming that those two terrifying things did disappear.

The strong joy and ease that survived the disaster surged into my heart.

Finally, the dilapidated taxi was forced to stop at the intersection by a roadblock.

The moment he got off the bus, Fang Ping'an collapsed on the ground, bursting into tears.

And Fang Ping'an didn't say what was going on in this matter.

After making some records, it was left alone.

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To be continued...