"But, Dad! I'm not hungry at all. Can I stop eating?" My son was crazy and didn't want to...lā

"No, my dad made it for you. Your favorite big crabs, big lobsters, and potato chips!" Zhang Lang shook his head seriously.

"Okay! I'll just eat something if you work so hard!" My son looked like he gave Zhang Lang face before he had eaten.

"Boy! Wash your hands and have dinner quickly!" Zhang Lang smiled and kicked his son gently on the butt.

"Mom, come and save me!

Dad hit someone!" The son screamed and ran to wash his hands.

"Brother, it's wrong to beat people! Educate children, you can't rely on beating and scolding, you have to reason with him!" The younger sister accused Zhang Lang seriously.

"Okay! Brother is reasonable to you!" Zhang Lang smiled and picked up his younger sister, scratching her itch, "Is it okay for brother to reason with you like this?"

"Hehe...hehe! Bad brother, hehe... don't scratch it! Sister-in-law, come and save me...he bullies me!" The little sister-in-law was like a beanworm in Zhang Lang's arms, twisting to Tang Feifei for help.

"You! How old is you, you bully the children!" Tang Feifei arrived in time and saved the little sister.

The family was having a meal, and Zhao Dongmei walked in, "Uncle Wolf, Uncle Fu is here!"

"Afu? Let him come in!" Zhang Lang said, dividing the peeled lobsters in half and putting them into the bowls of his son and younger sister.

"I have met the master, madam!" Ah Fu came in and bowed to Zhang Lang and Tang Feifei to say hello.

"Ah Fu is here? Have you eaten? Sit down and have some food!" Zhang Lang nodded with a smile.

Afu was the snake king that Zhang Lang conquered back then. Zhang Lang woke him up and spared his life, and sent him to dig Jingling Land Temple as a temple blessing.

The Snake King volunteered to be a slave and changed his name to Zhang Fu.

In the eyes of the Snake King, being able to be a slave to the gods is a blessing for several lifetimes.

"Master Xie, I've eaten it!" Ah Fu bowed his waist and was very respectful.

He had seen Zhang Lang's Dharma body with his own eyes, and he believed that Zhang Lang was a god.

"Yeah!" Zhang Lang nodded, pulled a tissue to wipe his hands, "You eat, I'll go and talk to Afu!"

Zhang Lang led Afu into the study.

After entering the study, Afu was busy making tea for Zhang Lang.

"You did a good job! The Doujingling Land Temple is the most incense-rich among all my temples and the fastest upgrade of faith!" Zhang Lang praised with a smile.

"The master has given up the award, and I just did some things!"

When Zhang Lang arrived in Xiangjiang, Afu went to attend a Southeast Asian religious seminar.

I just came back today and knew that Zhang Lang was coming to Xiangjiang, so I came here to pay my respects.

"If you don't want to be a slave in the future, you actually changed your name to Zhang Fu, then call yourself A Fu!"

"Yes, respect the master's order!" Ah Fu knelt down and thanked Zhang Lang for giving his name.

"Tell me! What did you discuss in this Southeast Asian religious seminar?"

"When I go to Master, I am actually some minor tutors who are jealous of the Master's land temple's strong incense, and are afraid of the background and strength of the Fude Group.

Then I asked me to come over, thinking about dividing the territory and developing my own believers on my territory!"

"Oh? How did you answer?"

"Old slave... Afu rejected them sternly!

And tell them that since the founding of the world, Grandpa Land has been the guardian saint of the descendants of Yan and Huang, the descendants of China!

Everything has the descendants of Yan and Huang and the children of China, and the existence of my land temple!”

Zhang Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head. This is the role of fanatical belief.

In the hearts of fanatical believers, the God he believes in is the greatest God.

Thanks to the fact that the Immortal Fairy Channel is now broken, otherwise Afu's words would be enough for him to drink a pot.

As for Ah Fu, he is more likely to be sent to the eighteenth level of hell and will never be reborn.

"What you said is a bit exaggerated! I was enlightened during the Western Anniversary!

There are only a few who have created the world!

I dare not say anything like this in the future!" Zhang Lang warned seriously.

"Yes! It's the old slave who said the wrong thing, please punish me!" Ah Fu quickly knelt down and apologized.

"Okay, get up! You're also unintentional!

But you have a very good saying! Wherever I have Chinese children, there should be land temples!

This goal is still a long way from achieving it!

Ah Fu, I will give you a task!

Collect orphans from all over the world and cultivate temples for my future in temples around the world!”

"Yes! Follow the Lord's order!"

"I will ask Liu Dabiao to send someone to cooperate with you!" Zhang Lang continued to explain.

"In addition, next month, the Hong Kong government is preparing to auction a piece of 500,000-foot land in Tseung Kwan O!

I have someone take it down, and it is specially used to open a temple and training school!”

"Master, the old slave is a little ignorant and shallow in his ability, and I'm afraid he will not be able to do this task..." Ah Fu knelt on the ground again.

Afu originally thought he was looking for some orphans to raise them as temple prayers, but when he heard that Zhang Lang was going to open a special temple prayer school, he was shocked and did not dare to take over the task.

"The Buddhist Academy in Tibet is very well organized, you can go there to get the scriptures!

Let’s see how they run a religious school!

In addition, you can go to China to find some Taoist priests with profound Taoist cultural heritage to come and help!"

"Master, I'm sorry for being too talkative. Why does the master specifically look for Taoist priests? Isn't it better to hire someone from Tibet Buddhist Academy?"

"Haha! My reincarnation in this life is a Taoist priest who is teaching, so..."

"Yes! The old slave will do his best to run the school well!"

Zhang Lang was too lazy to correct Afu's claim to be an old slave.

If you are willing to be a slave and a servant, it is more difficult than killing him if you don’t let him call him an old slave.

This is the same as after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, a group of people who were addicted to slaves cried and committed suicide by burying the Qing Dynasty for burial.

It is the slave nature hidden on the roots and is a weird thing.

"You can prepare after you go back! If you need to find Liu Dabiao.

I will tell him to cooperate with you with all his strength!”

"Yes! Master, after I came to Xiangjiang, I met several Taoist priests who had been living in Xiangjiang from China. I had a deep study of Taoist culture. I want to ask them to help..."

"You can do these things! But they must be reliable, and it is best to develop into my believer.

When I need to show my miracles, just pray in my heart! I can cooperate with you to show my miracles at any time!"

"Yes! Master, this is the incense made by the old slave whom I accidentally got. Please taste it!" After saying the matter, Afu took out a red sandalwood box from his bag and respectfully handed it to Zhang Lang.

"Is that so? I didn't expect that Ah Fu, you can make incense?" Zhang Lang opened the red sandalwood box, pinched out an incense ball, and asked with a smile.

"When I go back to the master, making incense is the ancestral craft of my slave family!

I only came into contact with cultivation later!”

"Yeah! Not bad, can you make the beauty and beauty fragrance?"

"Yes! Lao Nu's ancestors have a fragrance recipe used by Princess Yonghe. The soap made with this fragrance recipe can nourish the skin and increase the body fragrance!

There are several other fragrance recipes that can keep the skin alive…stop aging!”
Chapter completed!