Qin Yuan turned around with a dark face and looked at Li Yinhuan: "Are you nervous?"
Li Yinhuan shook her head like a rattle, and said calmly, "No, I'm not nervous... Hehe."
"Then why did you rip my sleeves!"
ah……
Li Yinhuan looked over and her pretty face instantly turned red with embarrassment.
Only then did she realize that her hands were somehow tightly grasping Qin Yuan's sleeves.
Even ripped his sleeves...
It's so embarrassing. I made a fool of myself in front of my brother.
She looked back.
Sticking out her tongue.
Then he calmly withdrew his hand, pointed to a place not far away and said, "Quick, look, there really is a demon out there! The monk wasn't lying!"
Qin Yuan: “…”
He was speechless. Such a female general with great martial arts skills was actually afraid of ghosts?
Ten ghosts are not enough for you to fight!
Besides, you are so shameless!
He could only shake his head and said, "Miss Li, there are no ghosts or gods in this world. It's too early for you to say that now."
"You'll soon see how exaggerated these bald asses' acting is."
Bald donkey...
Li Yinhuan was so angry that she bit her lips and turned her head away.
Just then.
The old monk in the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, clutching his chest and saying, "My dear donors, everything is just as I expected!"
"It is these evildoers who are causing trouble and bringing disaster upon you."
"Now this evildoer has been suppressed by this poor monk under this bowl."
"If we don't kill it quickly, the evil spirit of the evil spirit will definitely invade the bodies of all donors, and then there will be a great loss of life!!!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The victims were so frightened that they almost lost their souls.
Bang bang bang.
He kept knocking his head, extremely pious, and muttering something.
"Master, you can't just leave this alone!"
"Yes, Master, please, please eliminate the evildoer!"
"Saving a life is a great merit, Master!"
"We wish to convert to Buddhism from now on, eat vegetarian food and chant sutras day and night, and worship the Buddha devoutly!"
“…”
At this point, even the disaster victims who originally did not believe in Buddhism began to chant the Buddha's name devoutly and kneel on the ground to recite the scriptures honestly.
This is the scripture—
Not quite right.
The old monk nodded with satisfaction.
However, he waited for a long time and only saw the victims talking, but no one came forward.
He could only show a look of pity and sigh:
"well……"
"I am a monk, and I should help those in need!"
"It's just that I was fighting this evildoer earlier, and I used up a lot of my magic power before I was able to catch them."
"Now, I am truly powerless and unable to slay this evildoer!"
"Amitabha……"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name loudly, put his palms together, and entered into a state of meditation!
Everyone looked horrified!
Isn’t this going to cost them their lives?
A white-haired, somewhat prestigious old man immediately took out a purse from his sleeve and presented it respectfully with both hands:
"Master, this is a small gift from us. Please accept it!"
The old monk glanced at his purse, bent down, and said calmly:
"Amitabha, donor, this is wrong!"
"I am a monk, and money is my only possession. What use is there for it?"
The old man nodded and bowed quickly, saying with an apologetic smile, "Master, that's right, that's right!"
"This is incense money, a tribute to the Bodhisattvas and Arhats. It also hopes to accumulate merit for us and eliminate the karma we have accumulated..."
The old monk was very satisfied. He not only made money but also influenced a large number of believers.
It’s worth the trip!
Then he winked at his side.
A young monk hurried forward holding a donation box.
He handed the box to the old man.
The old man understood and put his purse in.
Then, the old monk sighed and said, "Amitabha..."
“Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.”
"Now that I'm here, I'm determined to slay these evildoers even at the cost of my own life."
"We will never let these evildoers harm the Great Zhou!"
"Come on, light the oil pan!"
"Today, I will use my blood and essence to deep-fry this evildoer who has brought disaster to our country and our people!"
The victims were overjoyed and thanked the other party repeatedly, while helping the other party set up the oil pan.
The old monk and several other monks sat around the oil wok.
He kept reciting scriptures.
It seems like he is performing a ritual.
In a moment.
The oil in the wok is already boiling, bubbling and gurgling.
Li Yinhuan's beautiful eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but marvel at it. She said with a smile, "Look, these monks are so capable."
"This is using magic power to heat the oil. This is how the oil heats up so quickly, much faster than ordinary people!"
"Their Buddhist teachings are truly powerful!"
Qin Yuan was speechless.
That’s it?
Is this also called a high monk?
He's just a magician who travels around the country.
We must expose these liars who are misleading people with their lies!
Otherwise, his good chess game would be ruined!
The old monk held his alms bowl in one hand and a piece of yellow paper in the other, and said loudly, "My dear donors, I have caught the weak spot of this evildoer."
"I will personally send this evildoer into the frying pan, lest this cunning evildoer take the opportunity to escape!"
This time, the whole thing went haywire!
"What?"
"Hand in the frying pan?"
"That's a frying pan! How can it be okay if you put your hand in there?"
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