Photos of many monks from Cixin Temple being taken away by the police were widely circulated in the circle of friends, and the news gradually fermented and became a hot search in the city.
Ci Xin Temple has been operating in the capital for thousands of years, and its believers come from many industries and age groups.
Many believers rushed over after hearing the news. The huge Cixin Temple had been occupied by Taoist priests and police. The familiar faces had disappeared, and the most magnificent golden Buddha was split in half from the middle. There was dust everywhere, and it was obvious that there had been a fierce fight.
The devout believers were particularly dissatisfied and furious when they saw that the usually bright and beautiful Ci Xin Temple had been "ruined" into this state.
"How dare you blaspheme the gods like this? Aren't you afraid of retribution in the future?"
"Why did you arrest Master Jingkong? Give us a reason."
These believers are basically retired old men and women. As they grow old, their children are often not around, and they feel extremely empty, so they turn to faith in gods and Buddhas to find spiritual satisfaction.
The people in the Special Management Bureau are having a headache. A cult as powerful as the Ci Xin Temple has been raising poisonous insects for such a long time that it seems they have produced a batch of the most powerful poisonous insects.
They could only reveal some information to appease loyal believers: "This Cixin Temple is actually a cult. Master Jingkong claims to be the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha. It's complete nonsense. He is taking the opportunity to make money."
The believers were very dissatisfied when they heard this: "I had a migraine before, but after coming here to burn incense, my migraine was cured. It worked better than taking medicine. How could this be a scam?"
"Yes, I have visited so many temples, but none is as effective as Ci Xin Temple. As long as there are enough incense sticks, any small wish can come true. My lost dogs all came back after I prayed to the Buddha."
"When I was praying, the gods spoke to me in my ear!"
"Yes, the voice was very strange, like the mumbling of thousands of people. He told me not to stay up late and to have a normal schedule, so that I wouldn't have a headache afterwards."
Everyone chattered and talked about their experiences of worshipping at Ci Xin Temple, and marveled at the efficacy of the temple.
Someone from the Special Management Bureau: “???”
Those in the know were very surprised when they looked at the evil Buddhas that were invisible to ordinary people.
How could this group of evil Buddhas be so kind to their believers?
These ghosts are concentrating on the interview through their phones, unaware that someone is thinking about them.
Little White Dragon was a little surprised: "They seem to believe in you. This job is not bad."
He has been in Bailongze for many years. He usually stays at home, eats and sleeps all the time. He doesn't bother to cultivate his image, and is even more lazy to show his spirit. It is rare to see such a devout believer.
However, the ghosts turned their heads and looked at the group of believers, all of them indignant: "How can it be better than Brother Long's work? I spent a lot of magic power to help her clear her meridians and finally cured her migraine."
"Me too. I spent a lot of mana to find the dog. I was exhausted. What I got was not as good as what I paid for."
"Alas, it was better when I was a human being, with food, drink and freedom."
These evil spirits were originally human beings, and as long as they are human beings, they have desires. They have been trapped in the character shell of having no desires and no demands for many years, and their desires have been suppressed for so long.
Once it was revealed, the surging passion struck back intensified.
Everyone wishes they could grow wings and embrace a new life.
Taoist priests and special management bureau personnel: "..."
Those believers could not see the "god" they believed in, and they were still indignant: "Hurry up and repair this Buddha statue, otherwise he will have no place to live and disasters will surely come."
"Yes, you will be the ones who suffer then!"
Taoist priests and special management bureau personnel: "..."
These believers may not know that the so-called gods are eager to move to the South City now, so how could they bring disaster?
When the little zombie heard these grandparents were so anxious, he was stunned for a moment, then walked up to them and explained, "Don't worry, these gods don't want to live here, they want to find new jobs."
Believers: “???”
They were about to angrily scold the person for talking nonsense, but when they looked down in the direction of the voice, they found that it was a little girl with twin ponytails.
She was only four years old, and she didn't have them yet. In order to avoid disturbing Master Jingkong, everyone made very little noise and soon found Master Jingkong on the first floor.
The Taoist priests and the personnel of the Special Management Bureau shouted, "Master Jingkong, please don't persist in your delusion."
"Hurry up and surrender, maybe you can get a reduced sentence!"
Master Jingkong was sitting upright on the altar. When he saw everyone gathering around him, he opened his eyes and a rare look of disappointment appeared on his face.
This is his most secret hiding place, impossible to be discovered. Why did this group of people find it so quickly?
He put his left hand on his pocket and subconsciously looked for a magical weapon that could teleport him. But that magical weapon was extremely precious, and he only had one, which he had used to save his life when he escaped.
A minute ago, he had no idea that he would become a turtle in a jar.
Master Jingkong stood up from the altar with a grim smile on his face: "How did you find me?"
Zhang Tianshi praised: "Thanks to you, my friend!"
Master Jingkong's gaze fell on An Rugu who was standing behind the crowd, his eyes becoming colder and colder: "I should have dealt with you before, otherwise this day wouldn't have happened."
An Rugu blinked when he heard that. She felt as if he knew her. After reminiscing for a while, she guessed, "I met the evil Buddha from Cixin Temple when I was live streaming. Was he looking for the Buddha's son at your behest?"
Master Jingkong did not bother to hide it, and expressed regret: "If we knew he would leak the news, we should not have let him go there."
He was busy with his plans and had no time to look for the Buddha's son. After learning the prophecy, he sent the most powerful evil Buddha under his command to the Buddha's Heart Village to find the real Buddha's son. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed an ordinary person, not the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha.
In the process of raising a Buddha child, one can steal his merits, and when there is nothing left to devour, swallow him up in one gulp, and after a hundred refinements become a Buddha, achieve the supreme Buddha body.
The plan was perfect, and Fuzi could not escape their clutches. However, the secrets of the village were connected to her live broadcast room in a strange way, and many secrets were revealed.
Seeing him so arrogant, An Rugu did not get angry, but asked calmly: "Then how do you know the information about the Buddha?"
Master Jingkong clasped his hands together and sighed softly: "Amitabha, this has nothing to do with the donor."
"No need to tell him." Dongmingxingjun put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, which was shining with cold light. It was a precious sword that could cut iron like mud. "Just subdue him directly."
Master Jingkong was slightly stunned when he heard this.
Dragons, ghosts, gods, zombies, humans... everything. Compared with fighting, he can only deal with Zhang Tianshi and others, and has no room for parrying compared to the two star gods.
Without giving it much thought, he immediately cut his hand open, and bright red blood flowed to the ground. The blood seemed to have life, flowing along the lines of the altar, drawing intricate patterns.
"not good!"
"Stop him now!"
Although they didn't know what he was doing, it was definitely not a good thing. Everyone rushed towards the altar, trying to stop the ceremony.
However, the blood was not affected by external things at all. Even if the altar was destroyed, it still drew patterns in the air.
Master Jingkong laughed crazily: "Hahahaha! It's too late! Amitabha, donors, the New Year is approaching, you have come at a good time, let's see how the New Year should be celebrated."
When the people present heard this, their hearts skipped a beat.
What is the real New Year?
In a flash, the entire temple, with the altar as the center, was shrouded in white light, illuminating the dark night as bright as day.
Many people had to close their eyes when faced with such a dazzling white light.
They waited until the white light shining through their eyelids gradually dimmed, and when they opened their eyes and saw what was in front of them, their pupils shrank inch by inch, and they couldn't believe what they saw.
A monster landed on the ground with a rumbling sound and splashing dust.
He has a big head and a small body, with a broken tentacle on his head, eyes like copper bells, and a fierce look in his eyes. He looks down at people like a giant looking at ants.
When everyone looked at him blankly, An Rugu hesitated for a moment and said firmly: "Nian Beast."
Everyone: "Little White Dragon was a little surprised when he heard this: "...But if we don't set off firecrackers, how can we drive away the Nian beast?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the others fell silent. Finally, Mr. Sun from the Special Management Bureau took out his cell phone and said, "I'm going to contact the higher-ups now to see if they can urgently dispatch a batch of fireworks and firecrackers."
Master Jingkong smiled when he heard what they said: "You are overthinking it. If the Nian Beast was afraid of these things, I would not raise such a piece of trash. I have already trained it to not be afraid of anything."
When everyone heard this, they were shocked and looked at the Nian beast one after another.
Only then did they discover that the Nian beast had many wounds all over its body, and the tentacles on its head were blown to pieces, with the edges broken and full of pits.
They suddenly thought of desensitization training. Since the Nian Beast was sensitive to these things, they would scare him all day long. Either he would be scared to death, or he would be desensitized. This Nian Beast seemed to be the latter.
The Taoist priests didn't know what to do. Mr. Sun, who had just finished a phone call, held his phone in his hand, lost in thought, and could only pray that the two star gods could defeat the Nian beast.
But the Nian beast has great magical powers and has undergone countless trainings. It is almost a killing machine and is much stronger than the little white dragon whose strength was once weakened.
The two star gods gradually showed signs of decline.
An Rugu was unwilling to sit and wait for death, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered something. So he patted Xiao Bailong on the back and whispered something in his ear.
The little white dragon was very confused, but without asking any more questions, he flew away like an arrow.
Soon, his sharp dragon claws grabbed a huge black object and flew into the temple through the window.
At the same time, the deafening sound of music gradually echoed in the space from far away, making everyone cover their ears involuntarily.
Xiao Bailong couldn't stand these noisy sound waves at close range, so he threw himself next to An Rugu and ran away quickly.
An Rugu covered her ears and turned the volume of the speaker to the highest level.
For a moment, all the sounds were suppressed, and only the sound of the speakers broke through the siege and conquered everyone's ears: "Sweet honey..."
Master Jingkong: “???”
Everyone: “???”
This, is this the sound system for square dancing?
Everyone wanted to ask An Rugu, but when they opened their mouths, their voices were covered by the speakers and could not be heard at all.
If An Rugu could hear it, she would nod. When she passed by, she saw someone dancing in the square, and the wireless speakers were very noisy, so she asked Xiao Bailong to leave some money and borrow the speakers.
In any case, let’s try Master Jingkong’s desensitization method first to see if it is really effective.
In an instant, everyone understood her intention, including Master Jingkong.
A sense of crisis came to his mind, and Master Jingkong hurriedly looked at the Nian beast.
The Nian beast, who was fighting with the two star gods, heard the music, looked at the black speakers in the direction of the sound, his eyes almost shining.
What a lively sound… He likes it so much.
He was not paying attention and was pierced by the claws of the Cave Star Lord. He felt great pain immediately, but his eyes could not stop looking towards the speaker.
Master Jingkong was so angry at this scene that he was fuming.
His desensitization therapy was indeed effective, but it went to the other extreme.
He kept the Nian beast locked up and trained it for a long time. Facing the overwhelming bombardment all day long, it was timid and timid, crying all day long, and wanted to run away but couldn't. Later, with more training, it became much braver, and was no longer afraid of noise, but liked it very much.
He did not tell them this secret, and they accidentally distracted the Nian beast.
His voice almost drowned out the music: "Good for you guys, I never thought you would be so good at taking advantage of loopholes!"
Taoist priests: “…”
They didn't contribute at all. This was Miss An's idea. Don't fire at random.
They all looked at An Rugu with complicated expressions. Miss An really doesn't follow the usual path.
The Nian beast was distracted by the dynamic music coming from the giant black speakers, and became restless and defeated.
He was knocked unconscious by Yin Yuan Xing Jun's final blow. His huge body fell to the ground powerlessly, unconscious. "Boom boom!"
An Rugu then turned off the music.
Everyone felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.
They didn't expect to defeat the Nian monster with square dance music.
Even the two star gods who won the battle had mixed emotions in their hearts, with their breath stuck in their throats, not knowing whether to go up or down, and their victory was meaningless.
"impossible!"
Master Jingkong collapsed on the ground in a daze, unable to believe it.
The trump card he cultivated by living frugally and exploiting countless people was defeated by square dance music.
To him, it was a nightmare scene.
When Xiao Bailong heard that he was still stubborn, he said with a smile: "I thought you were bad enough before, but I didn't expect you to be so bad."
"You treated the Nian beast like this, blowing it to pieces, and not even allowing him to have any hobbies outside of work? How could there be someone as black-hearted as you?"
He actually didn't want to work at first, but he compromised just to get An Rugu not to reveal his dark history. Now he feels happy about it.
Not only does he have a salary and five insurances and one fund, but he also has food and accommodation provided. An Rugu will never blow himself up with something to force himself to change his personality.
He found a really good job.
The little white dragon turned to look at the unconscious Nian beast, thinking about something, with a trace of pity in his eyes: "When he wakes up, let him come to work."
I have to let more people know how good my vision is.
An Rugu: “…”
Taoist priests and people from the Special Management Bureau: “???”
Is he the Dragon God or the HR of Izumo-kan?
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