Xiao Bailong's condescending and boastful tone hurt the hearts of many ghosts present.
And he said they didn't know how to eat meat, which was very annoying. They had obviously eaten meat, right?
Most of them were not born ghosts, they used to live in the human world and knew how to work. Now they have been staying in Cixin Temple for many years, and they haven't tasted meat for hundreds of years. At first, they can't help feeling lonely. But there is a carrot of becoming a Buddha hanging in front of them, so they are content.
The ghosts were muttering to themselves in a turmoil of confusion.
"Dongpo pork, I know how to make it. Add less water and simmer for a long time. When the time is right, the taste will be naturally delicious."
"I prefer fish to pork. The mandarin fish in my hometown should be very fat at this time. Boiled mandarin fish is the most delicious, with a fresh taste."
When Xiao Bailong heard everyone reminiscing about the delicious food in their hometown, he was a little curious: "No way? You are evil Buddhas with some power after all, can't you go home?"
Ghost Li Ming was stunned for a long while, then looked melancholy: "I have always wanted to go back to my hometown, but Jingkong said that I cannot go back in order to avoid leaking the news."
Xiao Bailong was stunned: "You don't even have the freedom to go home. Did he give you anything?"
Upon hearing this, many ghosts looked at each other and fell into deep thought.
"I saw believers holding glowing boxes in their hands before and wanted one very much. I asked them, but they said I didn't need one."
"Last time, a believer was eating biscuits while worshipping. He also planned to have a big meal with his friends later, but he only offered me apples and bananas. I almost felt like a bird was coming out of my mouth."
Little White Dragon didn't expect them to be so miserable. He opened his eyes slightly and said indignantly, "You are evil Buddhas after all. You don't pay wages, don't have social security, and don't approve vacations. This is too much. You are simply the most miserable people in the temple."
However, the ghost Li Ming looked up at Master Jingkong's disciples and said, "I've heard their gossips, and they don't seem to have much salary."
The disciples were busy fighting with the Taoist priests while shouting at the top of their lungs: "Maitreya Buddha is here to save all sentient beings. How dare you ask him for money? You are so shameless."
"Yes, although we don't have a salary or social security, we are donating to the Bodhisattva. It can forgive the sins of past and present lives and accumulate blessings for the next life."
The Taoist Priest and the Special Management Bureau personnel: “???”
It’s normal not to pay ghosts, but not even paying their disciples? ? ?
Zhang Tianshi turned his head and looked at the golden Buddha statues, his pupils shrank. "Your Cixin Temple has been in the capital for many years, and your wealth is very high. But the golden Buddha statues were donated by others, and you don't give money to your disciples. Where did you spend the money you earned?"
The little white dragon flicked his tail and said firmly, "Is there any need to ask? It must have been taken away by this Maitreya Buddha."
Zhang Tianshi was amazed and agreed, "I have accepted so many disciples and I pay them wages. Even if it is a pyramid scheme, you still have to pay them. This is even more excessive than a pyramid scheme. Cixin Temple is simply a business with no capital!"
The Taoist priests were in a daze, marveling at the evil heart of Master Jingkong.
Even the people in the Special Management Bureau couldn't help but whisper, "So this is what's going on behind the scenes at Cixin Temple..."
When his disciples saw Master Jingkong being "slandered", they were dissatisfied and immediately defended his reputation: "What nonsense are you talking about? Master is doing this for our own good. When he returns to heaven in the future, we will be his right-hand men. Compared with the future, what does a small salary mean?"
"And the master didn't save money for his own selfish desires. How can you be so superficial?"
Everyone: “…”
Look at these disciples, they have been fooled into thinking that not getting paid is an honor for them.
Ci Xin Temple is simply a pyramid scheme among pyramid schemes.
The little white dragon flew around An Rugu and exclaimed: "Maitreya Buddha is such a person."
He had a completely new impression of the Western Heaven.
An Rugu looked straight at the other person. The other person was a Taoist. His secrets were hidden, so he couldn't figure out his identity. But he could feel that the other person had bad intentions and was a treacherous person.
She immediately said, "There is no way Maitreya Buddha would raise ghosts in a temple. It's just an evil way."
Master Jingkong was not annoyed when he heard this: "Buddha can save all living beings, but I, Buddha, will not save those who have no affinity with me. Since you are stubborn and refuse to learn, then don't blame me."
He dodged everyone's attacks and put his hands together: "Why don't you do it?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many ghosts hesitated and were not proactive.
Master Jingkong's temples throbbed. "You actually fell for the outsiders' scheme to sow discord. Monks do not lie. What I promised you will come true. If you let them out of this door, your identities will be exposed and you will be thrown into hell for eternity."
When the ghosts heard this, they thought it was true, and a cold expression appeared on their faces. They were a community of interests, and if Master Jingkong failed, they would not suffer any harm either.
However, Master Zhang sensed their hesitation, so he took out his phone and opened the photo of the Anrugu haunted house: "You have been isolated from the human world for too long, and you don't know that the human world is very tolerant now. Ghosts that harm people will naturally be eliminated, but ghosts that don't harm people can cooperate. For example, if you open a haunted house, the ghosts inside live and work peacefully, and they get a lot of wages."
Upon hearing this, the ghosts came over.
On social media, guests who visited the haunted house took photos with the staff. There were hanged ghosts, starving ghosts, and even a ghost. Guests praised the staff for their realistic special effects costumes.
But these ghosts can be seen at a glance, they are all real ghosts.
They were all a little dazed. When ghosts appeared in the human world, they were often feared by everyone. They would invite Taoist priests to capture the ghosts and beat them almost to death.
Ghosts and humans are obviously incompatible, but in this photo, ghosts and humans actually live in harmony?
"Is this photo real, not fake?"
Zhang Tianshi shook his head seriously: "Of course it's not fake, that's exactly my haunted house, located in South City. If you don't believe it, why don't you go and see it for yourself?"
Little White Dragon had been to a haunted house twice out of curiosity and had a deep understanding of the situation. He chimed in, "Those ghosts usually live very well and eat well, aren't they much better than here?"
Many ghosts paused, and some were hesitant, but when they thought of faith and incense, they were still very hesitant: "But we have done so much, isn't it for the purpose of becoming a Buddha? There is no faith and incense there."
"Oh, I've already told you that if you keep accumulating faith like this, I don't know how long it will take, and the effect is not good." Little White Dragon recalled the food he had eaten before and boasted without any concealment: "Incense is really not that delicious. Isn't it monotonous for you to eat this every day? A thousand years ago, I also ate it in turns, otherwise I would get tired of it."
Many ghosts: "..."
Xiao Bailong thought about Master Jingkong's words and looked at An Rugu: "He said that others will send you to hell, but that's not necessarily true. There is a ghost here. As for how to deal with you, can't you just ask her?"
Everyone's eyes turned to An Rugu.
Those who knew the situation were filled with envy and jealousy, and almost forgot that the manager of Izumo Temple had a rapid industrial development momentum in the human world and had deep connections in the underworld.
Those who didn't know the truth were dumbfounded. My goodness, this person turned out to be a ghost?
An Rugu was bathed in the complicated gazes of the crowd and pondered for a moment: "...Well, under normal circumstances, he would indeed be sent to hell."
Many ghosts took a deep breath after hearing this, and the thought of going all out became even stronger.
However, An Rugu thought for a moment and took out the letter from the King of Hell from his handbag. A wisp of black ghost energy was used as a mark, condensing a natural terrifying pressure, making the ghosts tremble all over and dare not look directly at it.
"If you can turn from evil to good and have not committed any sins, I will pass the news to my superiors and you will not be sent to hell."
Many ghosts were greatly moved and racked their brains to think whether they had made any mistakes.
Fortunately, they worked diligently to become Buddhas and did not commit any sins.
Master Jingkong was so angry when he saw that they were intimidated by An Rugu that he almost lost his power. He shouted angrily: "Amitabha, are you crazy? You actually listened to a dragon's nonsense and why don't you act quickly?"
However, this time, many ghosts were very hesitant.
Some people took a step forward, but when they saw that others were unmoved, they also took a step back.
Hearing this, the ghost Li Ming lowered his head, his expression complicated and a little relaxed: "Brother Long, I wonder where you work and who you work for?"
Everyone: “???”
Does this mean I want to change jobs?
The little white dragon was bathed in the envy of the ghosts, and the smile on his face widened. He flew to An Rugu and said, "Just go find her."
He flicked his tail, as if thinking of something, with a worried look on his face, and whispered to An Rugu: "I am the God of Jishui River. After they come, their salary and social insurance can't be better than mine, otherwise it will make me look so embarrassed."
An Rugu: “…”
An Rugu stared at him and mouthed: "Then what do you want them to do?"
Xiao Bailong snorted and continued to transmit his secret message: "If they don't come to you, how can they deeply experience how good the job I found is?"
An Rugu: “…”
She suddenly remembered that she had read fortunes for a person she was destined to meet. The person's family was very rich, but he was working. When asked why, he said that if he didn't work, how would others know that his family was rich?
She never expected that the gods also loved to show off so much, and the things they showed off were so weird that she didn't know what to say.
Master Jingkong had expected his subordinates to rebel, but he had never expected the reason for the rebellion to be so bizarre, and he was furious. Master Zhang Tianshi seized the opportunity and injured his arm.
The two Star Lords came around with weapons in hand, the swords in their hands were as simple as the swords in the hands of the gods. The disciples who were beaten black and blue and unable to move did not dare to look down on them.
Master Jingkong secretly thought that this was not good. He covered his wound and was furious: "You arrogant Taoist priests are so good at bewitching people and defeating me! I underestimated you."
Other Taoist priests: “…”
"I'm not, I didn't, could you please stop talking nonsense?"
"That is the deity of the Izumo Temple. It has nothing to do with our Qingming Temple."
Is it true that only Izumo-kan is so strange?
They don't have a haunted house, a monster house, or even a fairy house, they thought bitterly.
Master Jingkong refused to listen to them. He was extremely angry. He put his right hand on his shoulder, lifted up his robes, and threw them at the crowd.
The cassock was filled with strange and intricate runes, which suddenly became very large in the air, condensing the force of thousands of troops and flying towards them.
Everyone quickly took out their magic weapons to deal with it.
In an instant, Master Jingkong disappeared into thin air, but his disciples remained where they were.
They stared blankly at the place where Master Jingkong had been, and then burst into tears, their hearts breaking down: "Maitreya Buddha, how could you leave me here?"
"Master, take me with you!"
Master Jingkong is the reincarnation of Maitreya Bodhisattva and is the god in their hearts. Now that Master Jingkong has left, isn’t this sending them away?
Zhang Tianshi put away the peach wood sword, stroked his gray beard, and said with great emotion: "You can go and watch the news. Once those pyramid scheme leaders get into trouble, they run away faster than anyone else. Only those who believe in pyramid schemes are forced to jump off buildings. There is no good end for those who believe in pyramid schemes!"
The disciples prostrated themselves on the ground helplessly, crying bitterly, with mixed emotions in their hearts.
The ghosts who didn't believe deeply had already pulled themselves out of their grief and walked towards An Rugu with great interest, chattering, "Do you really pay a lot of money there?"
"What on earth are these five social insurances and one housing fund?"
"Dongpo pork is actually liked by the Dragon God. How does it taste?"
For a moment, those ghosts who had been fighting each other put aside their pride and looked for jobs seriously.
An Rugu, who was surrounded by many ghosts, said: "..."
Other Taoist priests: “…”
They knew that An Rugu was recruiting gods, but they didn't expect that he could even hire evil Buddhas.
Dragons, ghosts, monsters, zombies, evil Buddhas, gods... Izumo Temple is truly filled with talented people.
They put away their weapons and couldn't help whispering, "Izumo Temple has developed like this. Could it be that the feng shui of South City is better?"
"It's not a Feng Shui issue. My Nanyun Temple is also in South City, but it hasn't developed into this state."
"I remember that Izumo-monastery is in the suburbs. Are they going to move there?"
“…That makes sense!”
An Rugu was completely unaware that some Taoist priests had actually begun to think of relocating, and was busy dealing with the matters at hand.
These ghosts have not become Buddhas. Calling them evil Buddhas is an exaggeration. At best, they are just very powerful ghosts.
Sending it to a haunted house would be quite appropriate.
She made a video call to the haunted house managers Su Weizhi and Zhou Keyu so that they could communicate.
Su Weizhi saw so many ghosts in ancient costumes, his eyes lit up: "We were just about to start a script about dreaming back to the ancient times of the past dynasties! This person came just in time."
When many ghosts heard the compliments and saw that Su Weizhi's ghost power was not strong, they disagreed and looked a little disdainful.
However, at this time, Zhou Keyu was writing and drawing on the notebook: "These people have green faces and fangs, and there are even beheaded ghosts. They are too ugly and not suitable for this script."
Many ghosts: "???"
"I'm so strong, why shouldn't I be unsuitable? The Green-Faced Ghost is the truly powerful ghost."
"How dare you, little brat, treat your grandfather so badly?"
Zhou Keyu also wrote: "You can watch the current ghost movies. The green faces and fangs are not aesthetically pleasing. Few people design them this way. Besides, our haunted house pays more attention to the script than to the sudden fright. Costume scripts require beautiful ghosts. Can you change?"
Many ghosts: "..."
While the ghosts were busy looking for jobs, all of Master Jingkong's disciples were handcuffed and put into police cars.
They cried bitterly, and kept repeating Master Jingkong: "Maitreya Buddha!"
The group made quite a noise, attracting onlookers outside Ci Xin Temple.
Many people took out their phones, took photos and posted them on WeChat Moments: [Isn’t it said that foreign monks are better at chanting? They were directly arrested by the police.]
[The Taoist priest actually kicked the monk to the police station. ]
An Rugu used cinnabar yellow paper to draw a talisman for finding something.
Master Jingkong stayed in Cixin Temple for many years and left behind many personal belongings, and the robes and Buddhist instruments just left behind are among them.
If she couldn’t catch Su Qiao, who was like a mysterious dragon whose tail could not be found, could she not catch Master Jingkong?
Knowing that she wanted to draw a talisman, many Taoists gave her a lot of cinnabar and yellow paper, and told her not to be anxious.
However, An Rugu just pulled out a piece of yellow paper and turned to leave.
Taoist priests: “???”
"You only took one? That's too little."
"Can you just draw a spell and it will work?"
"Yes." An Rugu nodded, turned and left the hall and came to a remote room.
When he came back, he was holding a yellow talisman with cinnabar as red as blood and complicated symbols on it.
Taoist Priest Li, with gray hair, could not help but sigh: "A little spiritual light is a talisman. The world's ink and brush are wasted! What you drew is an innate talisman."
The little zombie propped up his head and his eyes widened when he heard it: "What is the innate spell?"
Taoist Priest Li explained: "Talismans are divided into innate talismans and acquired talismans. Acquired talismans have complicated rules and are difficult to succeed. Innate talismans are made in one stroke, so a little bit of spiritual light is the talisman."
"Since the innate talisman is so good, why don't you draw it?" the little zombie asked curiously.
Many Taoist priests: "..."
They looked away. Why didn't they draw the innate spell? Did they not want to?
In fact, the innate talisman requires special talent, and only a rare genius can draw it successfully.
An Rugu rubbed her hair and said, "Are you tired? Why don't you go back to the hotel and sleep?"
The little zombie shook his head, very excited: "I'm not sleepy, I want to catch the bad guys."
"...Okay then." An Rugu said.
Zhao Wenxue, the female ghost who once lived in the Ever-Bright Lamp, came over with a small pear soup: "This is the soup I made. The capital is dry in winter, and your throat is dry and itchy. Drinking some pear soup is the best way to moisten your lungs."
An Rugu usually drinks tea, but she also drinks fruit juice to supplement vitamins. Upon hearing this, she said, "Thank you."
Xiaodiaoli soup is a specialty soup in Beijing, mainly composed of rock sugar, preserved plums, wolfberries, white fungus and duck pears.
The light yellow small hanging pear soup flows out of the yellow copper pot, appearing translucent.
After taking a bite, the sweetness of rock sugar, the sourness of plums, the sweetness of pears, the thickness of white fungus, and the fragrance of wolfberries filled my mouth and flowed down my throat. My throat immediately felt like a dry land moistened by rain, and I felt very comfortable.
She exclaimed: "Excellent craftsmanship, you actually know these things?"
Zhao Wenxue smiled and spoke softly, as if a spring breeze was blowing on her face: "When I had nothing to do before, I liked to study food. My husband loves to drink pear soup in winter. In the past, I would prepare a bowl for him at this time. I studied for him."
When she said this, she was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly fell. She hadn't thought about him for many years, but the scene brought back memories. She felt a little regretful at this moment, and she shouldn't have thought about him.
Seeing that the other party looked melancholy, An Rugu didn't say much. He simply put down the cup and activated the talisman to find the person.
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