Chapter 1092 Where Is Your Invitation Letter?

Although Fangzheng said that, he understood in his heart, showing off his wealth? His two dollars are really not enough to show off! Since I can't fight horizontally or vertically, I don't want to fight at all. When the time comes, I will look directly at the sky and let others say whatever they like. If you pissed him off, just compare your methods with them. Damn, no matter how rich you are, will you know supernatural powers?

As time passed by, more and more people came, and finally those religious people in strange clothes passed by, and a group of reporters came with a whimper.

"They've all gone in, can we go in now?" Bassong urged the driver.

The driver shook his head and said, "Sir, it's useless for you to ask me. We have to wait for the police to direct us. They say yes."

Bassong looked at the battered policemen and immediately felt that there was no point. Look at Fangzheng again, Fangzheng is playing with his mobile phone there. Seeing that Fangzheng was not in a hurry, he also calmed down.

After a while, the policeman finally waved his hand and signaled that other vehicles could go together.

The taxi drove forward slowly, and the driver said while driving: "You two, do you want to take a look outside the venue? Or go to Hoan Kiem Lake? Let me tell you, the venue is blocked. Outsiders can't get in, and there's nothing to see outside. You just stand at the door, take a photo, and go back and tell your friends that you've been here. The really beautiful thing is Hoan Kiem Lake, our Hoan Kiem Lake..."

Listening to the driver Balabala talking a lot, Fangzheng didn't respond, and Basong's face turned black! The driver of emotion doesn't believe that they are going to the conference, and he is still selling them tours here...

"Okay, stop talking, we are attending a meeting." Bassong said.

The driver obviously didn't believe it, and grinned: "Hehe..."

Hearing that voice, Ba Song really wanted to give him a punch, but he held back.

When we got to the place, the taxi driver asked again: "You don't really plan to stay here, do you? The reporters haven't left yet. It will be too eye-catching for you to go here. Everyone is a Rolls-Royce. You are taxis; others are all kinds of beautiful cassocks and dresses, but you?"

The driver looked at the clothes of the two of them, and the meaning was self-evident.

Ba Song looked at his tattered camouflage uniform, it seemed that it was really not suitable for going in, his old face flushed suddenly, and he snorted, "What are you thinking? I'm the master's follower, I won't go in, I'll wait outside."

"He can't do it either. Didn't you read the sign? Those who are not dressed properly are not allowed to enter. Monks don't have cassocks, and Taoist priests don't have cassocks. Even if they have an invitation letter, they won't be allowed in." The driver seemed to be very concerned. This place is very familiar, reminding the two of them as soon as he opened his mouth.

Bassong's claws went numb immediately, and he didn't see Fangzheng with his luggage when he came, did he? Just a black cloth bag, wrapped in a monster salted fish. As for the cassock? It doesn't exist!

At this moment, Fangzheng smiled and said: "It's okay, the poor monk has cassocks. Let's go, go down and have a look."

Fangzheng got out of the car, and suddenly felt that the situation was not good!

I saw flashing lights constantly clicking around, and there were actually quite a few reporters around! Moreover, many people shot at him, Fangzheng subconsciously narrowed his eyes due to the dazzling feeling.

At the same time, he heard a lot of discussions one after another.

"Who is this person? Why is he so young? Where is his master?"

"This monk came here by taxi? Damn, how poor is their monastery?"

"Isn't it for the red carpet? Oh, I'll go, waste my memory..."

"Look at what he's wearing. It seems to be just a monk's robe, no cassock! You can't get in without a cassock. It seems that he really came to rub the red carpet. Come on, this photo has been deleted!"

"Hey, there is really no cassock! I deleted it too!"

"Together, it's really crazy. I thought I could take some surprise photos, but I took pictures of this thing. Fortunately, they are all digital cameras. If I still need to hand in the test paper, I will be very distressed."

"Look, the security guards have passed!"

"Hey, there might be a good show to watch."

Fangzheng noticed that most of the people who spoke were using YN dialect. Obviously, most of these were local reporters, and Fangzheng, a Chinese reporter, couldn't recognize them. They were all Asians. who?

But obviously, most of these people know Fang Zheng!

But Fangzheng was not embarrassed, he put his palms together and smiled at everyone, then walked leisurely towards the venue.

Ba Song followed closely behind, and said nervously, "Master, where is your cassock?"

Fangzheng smiled wryly in his heart, he must be forced to take out his cassock? Can't you not wear it?

"Mage, please stop by. Can I see your invitation letter?" At this moment, two men in black walked towards each other, smiling gently and politely.

At that moment, Fangzheng really wanted to change the invitation letter, but when he thought that he had neither stolen nor robbed, he was invited here aboveboard, why would he do that? With this time, it is better to explain and explain.

So Fangzheng shook his head calmly and said: "The invitation letter was lost by the poor monk. The two benefactors can check the list of invitations. They should be able to find the poor monk."

The two obviously frowned, apparently not believing Fang Zheng's words, but they still nodded out of caution and politeness, and asked Fang Zheng to report his name. Fangzheng reported it immediately, and the two immediately started checking with the walkie-talkie.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "No invitation letter means no invitation letter, master, lying is a big taboo!"

Fangzheng was taken aback. The voice was so strange. Looking back, he saw a man wearing a neat suit, with slightly gray hair, and crow's feet at the corners of his eyes that couldn't be concealed. His face seemed to be written. The word is clearly visible - I owe a beating!

As soon as this person appeared, the reporters who were already preparing to call it a day immediately cheered up.

"It's Ruan Tianxing!"

"Ruan's Black Glove, one of the three major arms of the Ruan Group! Good guy, why is he here?"

"Why are you here? Don't mention him for this grand event, I'm afraid that the head of the Ruan Group will have to come! This is the first grand event held by Faxiang Temple!"

"That's right, Faxiang Temple is not an ordinary temple. It is said that there are shadows of the royal family and the government behind it. And I heard that the Ruan Group seems to have been fighting with others for a piece of land, and the fight has been bloody and torn. But even so, they failed to take it down. I guess, they wanted to take advantage of the Faxiang Temple event this time to get in touch with the higher-ups."

"It's not just them, there are several family heads who have gone in before. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of such a good opportunity?"

"But if he goes in, let's go in. What's the difference with a young monk?"

"Ruan Tianxing is known as the black glove, what he thinks, the devil knows. This little monk must be blocking his eyes."