Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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Seeing this, Zhao Ke nodded in relief: "Go, go in and have a look!"

As he spoke, he dragged Miao Daoyi and Fat Pig into the crowd, striding into the temple.

By the weather and the crowd.

The three of them walked into Putuo Temple smoothly, and the two welcoming monks at the door immediately handed over a copied Buddhist scripture.

"It's the Bodhisattva Sutra again!"

As soon as Miao Dao opened the Buddhist scriptures, he took a look, and suddenly his handsome face became extremely difficult to see.

Although it is not the original version of the Bodhisattva Sutra, it is just a deleted scripture, and its power is far from being comparable to the original version.

But reading this kind of scriptures will also have a strong demagogic nature.

These ordinary people couldn't resist the temptation inside at all, they would just keep throwing their money and silver into the merit box of the temple.

The evil scriptures such as the Bodhisattva Sutra have actually begun to be passed on in the hands of various people.

What kind of Buddhism is this? It's simply demons and evil ways.

Immediately, Miao Dao's hatred for Putuo Temple increased a little bit unconsciously, wishing to burn down Putuo Temple with a big fire now.

After Zhao Ke heard Miao Daoyi's evaluation, his eyes lit up, and he thought, "It's the Bodhisattva Sutra again, it seems that I really found the right place!"

"It's important to save people, don't worry about these things!"

Immediately, Zhao Ke held down Miao Daoyi who was already burning with anger.

Miao Dao suppressed the anger in his heart for a while, and glanced around, but his expression became embarrassed.

Although this Putuo Temple is newly built, its scale is far beyond that of ordinary temples.

Nowadays, pilgrims gather everywhere, and it is not easy to find Xiaoyan who has been suppressed.

"Look for it separately, let's talk when you find it!"

Zhao Ke and the three discussed it and decided to search separately.

Fat Pig and Miao Dao are together, if found, Zhao Ke can use Fat Pig's zombie blood to contact Fat Pig at any time.

This is also the reason why Zhao Ke must bring the fat pig with him instead of other people by his side.

After the three of them discussed, Zhao Ke quietly mixed in with the pilgrims and walked to the depths of the temple step by step.

In fact, during the daytime, Zhao Ke was sure to help Miao Dao snatch a small cigarette from the hands of the two monks.

But he didn't make a move, and instead let Xiao Yan be taken away.

In addition to not wanting to make a big fuss to attract attention, there is another meaning.

It is my side mission, the Bodhisattva Sutra.

This side mission did not give any clues, and I wanted to find any clues about the Bodhisattva Sutra.

This hurdle of Buddhism cannot be bypassed no matter what.

After all, it was these monks who began to disseminate the Bodhisattva scriptures.

He guessed that the source of the Bodhisattva Sutra must be in Dadu.

Not to mention, most of them were the capitals of the Yuan Dynasty, and now there are debates on Buddhism and Taoism.

A smoke city is already a mixed bag of dragons and fish, not to mention Dadu at this time. If you want to go anywhere and attack Buddhism, you are simply looking for a dead end.

After thinking about it, it is better for the old lady to pick up persimmons and find soft ones.

The current Putuo Temple is undoubtedly the soft persimmon in Zhao Ke's eyes.

After crossing the Daxiong Palace, Zhao Ke followed the pilgrims to the side hall that had been built.

A golden Shakyamuni Recumbent Buddha lies quietly in the main hall.

With a solemn look and a precious face, he holds a lotus flower in his hand.

He gazed at everyone with compassion.

Under the continuous sound of chanting, the main hall was brightly lit, and the incense outside the hall was like wolf smoke.

Whether it is a merchant wearing silk.

Or ordinary people in scanty clothes.

But he was obsessed with the Buddhist scriptures and couldn't extricate himself. Zhao Ke even doubted whether these grass-headed people, who could not read big characters, could understand the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures.

I am still in the fog.

But after Zhao Ke stopped and listened for a while, he noticed the problem.

It is not so much chanting scriptures as it is chanting mantras.

The weak power of Buddha quietly poured into these believers following the sound of the scriptures.

These Buddhist powers can neither eliminate disasters nor cure diseases.

On the contrary, it is a bit like spiritual opium, making these believers mesmerized.

Zhao Ke watched for a while, and while no one was paying attention, he turned sideways, and his figure quietly hid in the shadows.

Leap into the inner courtyard.

Zhao Ke was not in a hurry to find that spider spirit.

A pair of eagle-like eyes stared indifferently at the hurried monk in front of him.

To be able to know the secrets of the Bodhisattva scriptures, ordinary monks certainly do not know the secrets.

But Zhao Ke was patient, and there was still plenty of time reserved for him.