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From his attitude, it can be seen that this is the real president of the Buddhist Association, and the one outside is a fake.

The old monk was pale, with a penetrating wound on his chest. His eyes were tightly closed, and his chest was motionless, so it was unclear whether he was dead or not.

The little rabbit fairy couldn't open the double wooden doors at all, so he used the sound of gnawing on the wood outside the door to attract the guarding monk.

The moment the monk opened the door to check, he slipped in through the crack.

The paper man who was trying to capture him quickly caught up with him and squeezed the guarding monk into the house as well.

Seeing the ugly man in the house, the paper man and the guard were stunned.

Dahe Guangming seemed to hate being seen, so he picked up a brush and started killing people.

His brush is magical. He can draw things in the air even without paper.

He first drew a tiger that tore the guarding monk to pieces. Then he splashed a bunch of ink dots, which transformed into ferocious monsters the size of bats, which chased and bit the paper figures.

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

The door was closed and the little rabbit fairy couldn't get out, so he could only take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the room next door.

He thought it was a bedroom, but when he went in, he found that it was filled with corpses.

Without exception, all the corpses were naked handsome men.

The handsome men had their eyes closed, as if they were just asleep, but the little rabbit fairy could smell the strong scent of ink from them.

While no one was around, he bit one of the men's ankle, and a pool of black ink immediately gushed out of the wound.

When the wound finally stopped bleeding, the man's body had shriveled up.

The little rabbit fairy leaned over to take a closer look and found that there was no blood or flesh in the wound, only black ink.

The body was handled by Dahe Guangming.

In addition, there are several ancient books in this room.

Because the original copy was so old, Dahe Guangming kept it under a glass cover. The one on the table that people often looked at was Dahe Guangming's own handwritten copy.

The little rabbit fairy is too small to jump onto the table.

Fortunately, Dahe Guangming has the habit of making plans, so no one will come to the room behind the door on the fifth floor, and there is no need to worry about being seen.

He placed a small whiteboard on the desk, which was covered with papers and sticky notes.

Daha Guangming soon discovered that the bedroom door was ajar.

Before the little rabbit fairy could finish reading everything on the whiteboard, Dahe Guangming caught up with him.

In order to avoid being killed, he could only lie down and pretend to be dead.

He had lost all vital signs, and even his soul had vanished. Dahe Guangming thought the little rabbit had been frightened to death, so he casually put it in his pocket and returned to the living room.

Chen Yanli knew everything that happened afterwards.

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The content posted on the whiteboard is mainly divided into three parts.

The first part is something written casually by Dahe Guangming.

[I will be able to return to my original appearance soon. I am ugly now because all the handsome men I collected before were unsatisfactory.]

"Maybe it's my horoscope, maybe it's my appearance, maybe it's something else. As long as I work harder, I can definitely return to my original appearance. That's what the book says."

Dahe Guangming has a mysterious obsession with beauty. He is even trying to put a handsome man's face on his own.

But it never succeeded, and the walls were covered with faces of people who had failed.

Judging from the number of faces and corpses in this room alone, Bodhisattva Mahāyāna Śūraṅgama must have killed at least four or five hundred people.

Even though he was used to seeing all kinds of bizarre scenes, Yu Tong was still shocked when he saw the wall full of pale white faces.

What made him feel most uncomfortable was that next to the rows of faces, there were a bunch of photos.

There were Monk Fasheng, Monk Fase, as well as Monk Faxiang and Monk Fachu, whom I had met before in the cafeteria.

Behind these five photos is a carefully maintained photo frame, which contains a photo of Chen Yanli.

There is more than one photo of him, including side photos, front photos, back photos, and a half-body photo with his upper body naked.

It can be seen that the current Great Harmony and Light Bodhisattva loves Chen Yanli's body very much.

He also had a simple paper mask made from a close-up photo of Monk Fachen. The back of the mask was stained with ink, suggesting he wore it often to show off.

Looking at the little white rabbit's claw language, Chen Yanli frowned.

He felt sick just thinking about someone caring about his health like that.

The second part of the content on the whiteboard is various notes written on sticky notes.

[The Shura Field needs to be maintained every three days. If the monks do not automatically attack the Shura, they must be manually driven to kill the target (Important·Unfinished)]

Some people from the Buddhist and Taoist associations are still secretly watching Dahe Guangming Temple, looking for an opportunity to replace them (General, Incomplete)

[Offer to the immortals on time every month. This month, we need three boys and three girls, regardless of appearance. (General, Completed)]

[Urge the old man to find a handsome man and have him buy skincare products for the young monk Fachen to protect his face (most important, unfinished)]

In addition to this month's to-do list, there are also notes that have been completed for a long time but I'm too lazy to take them off.

What is recorded above are the requirements for offering sacrifices to the immortals every month, as well as some online shopping lists and shopping festival purchase plans.

Dahe Guangming recently took a fancy to a young male idol and really wanted to bring him to Dahe Guangming Temple.

Unfortunately, his schedule was packed and he had no intention of coming to the temple. And since he was a public figure followed everywhere by paparazzi, it was difficult to just bring him over.

Daha Guangming did not give up and ordered the abbot to do this.

With the power of Dahe Guangming Temple, it is estimated that it won’t be long before Yu Tong will see the unlucky little idol in the temple.

In a house full of corpses, participate in the Double Eleven Shopping Festival and chase popular male idols.

Life in Dahe Guangming is rich and colorful, both down-to-earth and local.

Chen Yanli pondered for a long time and typed a line in his memo: [He is still worshipping the immortal? What immortal?]