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Ghost Buddha? Ghost and Buddha, at least in the current world, should never be put together.

Zhao Yushu subconsciously looked at the Buddhist beads on his left wrist. A big part of the reason why this string of Buddhist beads could be ranked in the Xuan level was because of the Buddha's natural ability to restrain ghosts.

It seems like I have accidentally been involved in some big incident again.

But what does your Buddhist affairs have to do with me? I am just a little cutie in the second world of outdoor scenes. The important thing is to eat well, play well, and then continue running south after eating and drinking.

"I want to go and take a look." The monk put down his chopsticks.

Poof, Lao Zhao's tea spurted out: "Why?"

"boring"

Madd, that makes sense, brother.

The monk looked at Lao Zhao and said, "Let's go together."

Lao Zhao waved his hand decisively: "I won't go. I'll leave after I finish eating. We'll meet again if we're destined to."

"If you get to know more colleagues, maybe you can exchange some information or something, which will be of great benefit to your spiritual practice." The monk gave a reason.

"They are obviously competitors, who would share what they have with you?" Zhao Yushu was not convinced.

"If you're lucky, it's possible to find a loophole when everything is in chaos." The monk was exposed.

"Are you really a monk?"

"It used to be like that, but it's not the case anymore. Naturally, we can't follow the rules for monks anymore. Besides, don't you see these monks fighting over a little bonus and getting bloodied?" The monk stood up, picked up his staff and stood between the two groups of monks who were on edge.

"Excuse me, everyone. Where can I sign up for the ghost Buddha of Mr. Wang's family?"

The young monk's sudden intervention broke the deadlock. Those who were about to vent their anger on the young monk suddenly became silent when they saw the aura that he deliberately revealed. Master Lu saw that the young monk was also from another place, so he hurriedly tried to win him over.

"Senior, please come and sit down. I will explain it to you in detail."

The young monk leisurely changed the table and waved Zhao Yushu over. The four monks from other places looked at this strange pair suspiciously, but in the end they said nothing.

The two monks moved aside to make room for the table. The young monk and Zhao Yushu sat side by side. The monk made a gesture to invite them to speak. Master Lu took a sip of water to moisten his throat and began to tell the story of the final exam.

This matter is very simple. Mr. Wang is one of the richest people in Longmen Town. Buddhism is flourishing in Longmen. Mr. Wang is naturally very pious. So he spent a lot of money to buy a golden statue of Maitreya and worship it at home. He burns incense and chants sutras to pray for blessings day and night.

One morning, after Mr. Wang finished his morning prayers respectfully, he opened his eyes and suddenly found that the golden statue was shedding two lines of blood and tears. Mr. Wang was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground with 200 kilograms of fat. Four or five servants could not lift him up.

After such an evil thing happened, Lao Wang immediately sought help from the temple where he sought the golden body. The abbot sent a few of his favorite disciples to investigate and simply concluded that Lao Wang was not sincere and had done something wrong that angered the Buddha, so he had to perform a water and land ritual to apologize to the Buddha.

How dare Lao Wang not listen? He hurriedly asked the masters to arrange this matter. Silver was definitely indispensable.

So 7749 monks set up a Dharma altar and performed a land and water ritual for three days and three nights from morning till night.

However, just as the third night was about to end, the old Wangs and their families who were not allowed to enter the dojo suddenly heard the sound in the yard suddenly stop. To put it in modern terms, everyone was happily listening to rap, and then someone pressed the pause button.

The sudden silence startled everyone. After waiting for more than half an hour, there was still no movement. This frightened Mr. Wang, so with a large reward, a servant bravely went in. Soon, a scream was heard and he came out.

All forty-nine monks died suddenly, with blood gushing out of their seven orifices. It was a horrible sight. The golden statue of Buddha in the center of the altar opened its mouth even wider, with several fangs sticking out of its mouth.

When Lao Zhao heard this, he took a deep breath. Damn, why is this like a horror movie? This thing is so evil, it's obvious that a mere second-level person like him can't participate in it.

I'd better go. Zhao Yushu moved his butt and wanted to slip away.

The young monk listened to this horror story with great interest. He reached out and pressed Lao Zhao: "How interesting! A Buddha statue that sheds tears of blood and grows fangs. Don't you want to see it?"

I don't want to, thank you, but the monk's hands are so strong that I can't move.

Master Lu looked at the pair and felt more and more strange. However, the young monk had a high level of cultivation, so it would be a great help for him to be with him. So he continued to talk.

The sudden death of forty-nine monks in an instant was a shocking event for Longmen Town. The government was about to take action, but was suppressed by the Buddhist sect. The meaning was very clear: if something happened to us, we would naturally come forward to deal with it. Why are you, the government, getting involved?

So the abbot went up personally, without any rituals this time, and took a few disciples with him, holding the demon-subduing pestle, to slay the demons.

Then they all hung up

Zhao Yushu slapped his forehead and said, "Damn it, could you please not talk about it in such a rough way? What about the details and the battle process? Shouldn't both sides fight back and forth for 300 rounds and then say a few last words before dying?"

At this time, several locals came over and began to add details. As expected, it is human nature to watch the fun, and it is even more manly to brag. You don't even need wine, you can start bragging with a cup of tea.

After hearing the vivid explanation from the locals, Zhao Yushu finally understood why there were no details. There really was no battle. The abbot led his men to rush over, and then the whole dojo was covered with dark clouds. The abbot fell down without even a groan. This time, it was no longer bleeding from all seven orifices. Instead, only a skeleton remained, and all the flesh and blood had been swallowed up.

After the abbot died, the golden body changed again. The eyes were no longer kind, but the corners of the eyes were stretched thin, and there was a faint black light in the eyes.

This frightened Lao Wang completely and he quickly fled to the manor in the mountains with his family for refuge. The Buddhist temples in Longmen Town discussed it together and thought, this won't do. The abbot is not an ordinary monk, he is a cultivator with great cultivation. He died before he could even withstand the encounter. The remaining masters are not without cultivators, but their cultivation levels are so different that no one is sure of winning. Should they just pretend they didn't see it?

Mr. Wang thought that he would be safer if he ran away, but he didn't expect that several servants and a relative of the manor in the mountain were sucked dry and thrown in the yard that night. The golden statue sat steadily in the middle of the living room of the manor.

Old Wang couldn't bear it anymore, he just rolled his eyes and lay down. At this time, the mistress of Old Wang's family showed some heroic demeanor of a woman, and didn't care whether the local Buddhist sect would be angry or not. She directly sent a notice thousands of miles away, saying that no matter whether you are from the Buddhist sect or the Taoist sect, whether you are from the local area or not, as long as you can solve this kind of mess, you will be given a silver coin and a treasure passed down from your ancestors.

That’s why we have this scene today where monks from all over the world gather together.

It's not that Taoism and Confucianism don't want to share this pie, but it's not good for them to interfere in the trouble caused by Buddhism without Buddhism's own intervention. Lao Wang can only get help from some retail investors. Those with sect inheritance are silent at this time, and even watch coldly.

After hearing the story, the little monk laughed and said, "This makes me very interested."

Old Zhao glanced at him and said, "Didn't you just say that you are no longer a monk? Why do you still call yourself a poor monk?"

The monk raised his head and said, "Only then will they be willing to let me participate. Donor, please join us. How about we add two and one to make five?"

Old Zhao snorted coldly. I am not a greedy person. Do you think you can bribe me with just five thousand taels and a family heirloom?

"make a deal!"