Chapter 1371 The Poor Monk Wants to Be Famous

Fangzheng smiled wryly and said, "Gods don't care, I do. Forget it, it's better to use it less in the future..."

Having said that, when he thought that the future he saw with the Sanshi Zen stick was blank, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but want to use the eyes of the sky to see what happened in the future.

Looking at the future is tantamount to dying of old age, damn it...

Tangled ah!

Fangzheng was so entangled in his heart that he sighed, shook his head, dispelled the confusion in his mind, and opened the door to go out.

Instead of going to the front yard, Fangzheng wandered around in the bamboo forest in the back mountain, walking and taking a walk, trying to feel better.

However, the more he walked, the more confused his mood became. The thought of destroying the world still persists, like a gnat in his throat, making it difficult to sleep or eat.

After tossing and tossing for three days, Fangzheng finally couldn't sit still anymore, and said to himself: "The Buddha can cut meat to feed eagles, but the poor monk only has a shorter lifespan. What's wrong? Look!"

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng immediately added: "Just take a look, it's only a second... It's nothing to lose a year of life."

So, Fangzheng ran out of the temple, found a mountaintop with the widest view, took a deep breath, held his breath, and opened his eyes!

The moment Fangzheng opened his eyes again, Fangzheng felt that the world was shattered, and then the picture in front of him became...

A piece of white!

"How is it possible?" Fangzheng looked stunned, he was only looking at the situation a hundred years later, after all, where the name of the Zen staff of the third generation is there, Fangzheng felt that the first life was a hundred years, so what he was looking at was a hundred years later. The result turned out to be blank after a hundred years!

Fangzheng gradually shortened the time, ninety years!

blank!

Eighty years!

blank!

Seventy years!

blank!

...

Thirty years!

blank!

ten years!

blank!

five years!

blank!

one year!

boom!

The scene in front of him reappeared, Fangzheng saw a world full of greenery, people were laughing and laughing, and there were no natural or man-made disasters!

Increase year by year.

two years!

boom

Blank!

Almost at the same time, Fangzheng had a sharp pain in his head, and he yelled out, lying on the ground with his head in his arms, unable to get up for a long time.

When Fangzheng sat up again, it was already an hour later.

Fangzheng quickly took out his mobile phone and took a selfie of himself. Seeing this, Fangzheng's heart also trembled.

It was agreed to only look at it for one second, just one look, but he looked at it for more than ten seconds, and this time, he was ten years older!

The overdrawing of his vitality caused his eyebrows to turn white.

Fortunately, his physical body does not age so easily, so he still looks young.

But Fangzheng knew very well that he was ten years older!

"One year later, what happened? What exactly turned the world into a blank space that didn't exist?"

Although he looked at the future, Fangzheng didn't clear up his doubts, instead he had more doubts in his stomach.

Looking at this world, Fangzheng really wanted to turn back that year day by day to see what happened.

However, Fangzheng pinched his fingers and made the calculations. If he was lucky, he would have seen it a few days after a year, which is fine. If one is unlucky, Fang Zheng's lifespan may not be enough to be so wasted.

"One year...then just wait. When the time comes, no matter what the crisis is, I'll handle it." Fangzheng made up his mind and walked back.

While walking, Fangzheng asked the system: "Brother System, how much incense money do I need to upgrade my Divine Realm?"

The system said: "Shenjingtong is different from other supernatural powers. It is all-encompassing and represents endless possibilities. Therefore, the first level of Shenjingtong to upgrade to the second level requires 10,000 incense money, and it will increase by ten times after that!"

When Fangzheng heard this, his forehead suddenly grew bigger! Pinching his fingers and doing the math, good guy, if he wants to raise the Divine Realm to the highest level, he needs trillions of incense money!

Thinking of this number, Fangzheng's scalp tingled for a while, he shook his head decisively and said, "I can't afford it, I can't afford it...forget it."

After saying this, Fangzheng was thinking about how to earn more incense money.

Compared with all other magical powers, Shenjingtong has more possibilities. It can do whatever it wants, and its magical powers are infinite. Whether it is attacking or saving people, it is a first-class magical power. For the future, he decided to start making money today! Within a year, try to earn one trillion yuan!

It was easy to think, but when we returned to One Finger Temple, Fangzheng began to worry again.

First of all, all items and incidentals produced by the system cannot be sold for money!

Secondly, money that is not voluntarily donated to the temple by pilgrims cannot be used to upgrade supernatural powers!

so……

"Famous! The poor monk wants to be more famous!" Fangzheng made up his mind to earn fame and let more people come to Yizhi Temple, so that he can receive more incense money!

At the same time, Fangzheng locked his target on those rich people. After all, when Yarman and others arrived, he still knew that they would cost hundreds of millions of dollars with a wave of his hand.

If you want to make up one trillion yuan as soon as possible, it is undoubtedly the kingly way to start with these local tyrants!

Thinking of this, Fangzheng didn't plan to nest on the mountain anymore, he was going to go out for a walk, have a look, try his luck or something.

At this moment, Hong Haier took a picture and said, "Master, go out and have a look. There is a benefactor who wants to see you. I can't help it. Xianyu has been crying with her for an hour..."

As soon as Fangzheng heard this, he immediately dispelled the messy things in his mind, walked out of the backyard, and when he arrived at the front yard, he saw a woman and Xianyu sitting there crying loudly.

However, it was obvious that a woman could not cry better than Xianyu. When Xianyu opened its big mouth like a trumpet, it often made women cry for a while.

However, the woman was really sad, and the tears still couldn't stop flowing down.

Seeing Fangzheng coming, Xianyu hurried over and said, "Master, you'd better go up, this time you've encountered a lot of trouble, and crying won't solve the problem."

Fangzheng felt helpless, and asked him to step aside and walked over.

As soon as the woman saw Fangzheng, she ran over and knelt down, and at the same time shouted: "Master, I don't want to live... woo woo..."

Fangzheng hurriedly stepped aside, he had no reason to accept this kneeling, he quickly attached himself to help the woman up, and at the same time said: "Female benefactor, please speak slowly if you have anything to do, don't rush to find life, it's scary."

What Fangzheng said was a bit playful, and the woman was obviously stunned for a moment and forgot to cry.

Only then did Fangzheng see the woman's appearance clearly. The woman is not ugly, she is pretty good-looking. She has long hair, a white T-shirt, light gray plaid trousers, and a good figure. She is good in every way. Putting it outside, she should still be a very sought-after beauty...

However, Fangzheng has seen a lot of beauties, so his immunity is still good.

In addition, the woman was crying and her makeup was all over, so it didn't seem to have such a strong impact.

Seeing that the woman stopped crying, Fangzheng signaled her to sit aside, and at the same time smiled at the onlookers: "All benefactors, don't you need to watch?"