Before Zheng Gan entered the temple, dozens of blood slaves blocked his way.
He was wearing a monk's robe and had a bald head. He had a compassionate face and was chanting Buddhist mantras as he faced Zheng Gan.
Tang Jingye asked with his mind.
"Old Zheng, these people are not right? Are they all blood slaves?"
“Yes, this whole area is covered with it.”
"Okay, watch me."
After Tang Jingye got confirmation, he whispered a few words to Fischl and then took a few steps forward.
Fischl also returned to the air again.
Tang Jingye pointed to the sky with one hand and to the earth with the other.
"The thunder roars, and the divine power is like a prison."
"I command the Three Pure Ones to guide the heavens."
"The universe turns upside down, and all the thunders fall."
"Hurry up and obey the command!"
As soon as Tang Jingye finished speaking, Fischl and his 100 brothers rushed towards the monks.
As lightning flashed, the cries of "Amitabha" turned into screams of pain.
At this time, the other blood slaves stopped pretending and showed their cards.
The blood in each blood slave began to boil, and their bodies turned crimson.
Immediately afterwards, they attacked Zheng Gan and others.
Gu Bufan and Mo Shaojie went to meet them.
One is a one in a million martial arts genius who has mastered the Six Styles of the Navy to the fullest.
One is a user with fire elemental ability.
In front of these blood slaves whose only strength and speed were enhanced, they staged a scene of kicking the nursing home and punching the kindergarten.
Zheng Gan's attention was now mostly focused on the exchange.
The Blood Demon Awakener didn't see it, but a few points on the holographic map began to move outside.
After Zheng Gan marked these points, he continued walking towards the temple.
He stepped into the temple and looked at the Buddha statue that was looking down at him.
Zhang Liang appeared beside Zheng Gan at this time.
“Is this the Buddha?”
"Yes, this is the Buddha. The one in the middle should be Sakyamuni Buddha, also known as Tathagata."
"As if? You don't seem to know much about Buddha."
"Well, I don't understand Buddhism, and I haven't really studied it."
“But there are some things I hear often.”
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
"Something like putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha instantly."
"Oh? There's still such a spirit in the world of sacrificing one's life for justice, of encouraging others to be good?"
"Hahaha, sacrificing one's life for justice? To persuade others to be good?"
"Zhang Liang, when you sacrifice your life for righteousness, you must consider what righteousness you are pursuing; when you persuade others to do good, you must also consider what kind of goodness it is."
"Religion has always been nothing more than a running dog of politics."
"Buddhism has the concept of eighteen levels of hell."
"People who committed evil deeds in their lifetime will go to the eighteen levels of hell and receive corresponding punishment."
"Perhaps the person who said this knew that he was deeply sinful and would go to hell, so he said so."
"The Buddha said that all beings are equal."
"Look at that statue. Why is the Buddha so high up in the sky, enjoying the incense of all living beings?"
"All living beings are living beings, and Buddha is Buddha."
"Do you think the phrase 'Put down the butcher knife and you will instantly become a Buddha' is meant to encourage people to be good?"
"I don't think so. I think that holding a butcher knife means holding the power of life and death. Buddha will only allow these people to become Buddhas."
"Those who don't take up the butcher knife are ultimately just sentient beings. Offering incense to them will suffice."
After Zheng Gan finished speaking, he looked at the holographic map. The points that were previously marked had merged into more green dots.
"Zhang Liang, you can take a look around by yourself. I still have things to do."
Zheng Gan left the temple, and the battle at the door was over.
Under the thunder, the blood of those blood slaves evaporated and turned into dry bones, which shattered when touched.
Zheng Gan looked at the holographic map and said to Tang Jingye.
"Lao Tang, there's a cellar under the temple. You and Deng Fei can check it out. The rest of you can follow me."
After saying that, Zheng Gan jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the target.
Seeing this, the others also followed Zheng Gan.
Within a few breaths, Zheng Gan and others arrived at a courtyard.
At this time, more blood slaves gathered here, looking vigilantly at Zheng Gan and others in the sky.
At this time, an old man in a cassock walked out of a monk's room.
"Amitabha, fellow Daoist, you've gone too far."
The target appeared, but Zheng Gan was no longer in the mood to act.
"Ah, your mother's head, kill them."
As soon as Zheng Gan finished speaking, Mo Zicen rushed out like an arrow.
The palm thunder blasted a passage among the blood slaves, and the tip of the Sky-Splitting Spear pointed directly at the old man in the cassock.
The old man in the cassock tapped the ground with his feet and stepped back.
At the same time, a large amount of blood spurted out from the seven orifices of the blood slaves around him.
The blood gathered into scarlet needles and shot towards Mo Zicen.
Noah's Sun Golden Wheel has now appeared in front of Mo Zicen.
It was like a physical barrier, blocking all the blood needles.
Seeing this, the old man in the cassock turned around and tried to run away.
At this moment, Fischl came straight down from above like a thunderbolt.
The old man in the cassock was in a dilemma.
Mo Zicen accelerated again, and ten phantoms of lightning suddenly appeared, surrounding the old man in the cassock.
Before the old man could test its power, Mo Zicen's Sky-Splitting Spear had already pierced the opponent's heart.
Mo Zicen's lightning energy flowed along the tip of the gun and into the old man's body.
In an instant, the old man's body exploded and turned into a bloody mist.
However, before the blood mist could dissipate, it was evaporated by Mo Zicen's thunder phantom body.
The old man in the cassock died.
Until his death, he never understood why he died so quickly and why his trump card was targeted.
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