The pilgrim received a critical blow. He covered his face and stared blankly at the monk in front of him, unable to react for a while.
Then he saw the monk's eyes were red and he was panting. His heart trembled and he wailed: "The monk hit me! The monk is possessed by a demon!!"
The crowd closest to them suddenly burst into an uproar.
They had been queuing obediently for a whole day, but when it was right in front of them you said you couldn't consecrate it and they still had no money to pay. They were much angrier than anyone else.
Someone immediately shouted at the crowd: "Brothers!! Bald donkey hits people, I think he is a fake master! They are not trustworthy, hit him! "
This time the powder keg was ignited, and the others around him immediately started shouting and cursing.
"I fucking knew it! What these bald asses are mumbling is not Buddhist scriptures at all!"
The monks were immediately panicked, and their fists and spit flew towards them before they could even reach them.
Master Huijue, who was originally trembling with fear, didn't know what to do.
Suddenly a mouthful of saliva landed on his face, and it seemed as if a switch was triggered.
His whole mood instantly became peaceful. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back 45 degrees, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist name.
"Amitabha, if you want to kill or beat me, please do as you wish."
The civilian closest to him had already raised his fist, but suddenly stopped when it reached him.
The man was stunned when he saw the solemn and holy expression on Master Huijue's face.
He turned around and shouted to the crowd: "This is a real monk! Don't hit him, hit someone else!!"
Then he gently wiped the saliva off Master Huijue's face with his sleeve and said ashamedly: "Master, I am rude... Please don't blame me."
The sticky feeling on his face disappeared, and Master Huijue lost his composure again, his heart beating uncontrollably.
There was only one thought in my mind: No! I absolutely cannot speak at this moment. If I speak, I will be dead!
So he closed his eyes tightly, and just chanted the Buddhist scriptures, saying nothing else...
Abbot Hongcheng was extremely panicked when he saw the scene in front of him. He quickly shouted to the young monk behind him, "Quick! Report to the authorities! Tell them that someone has been killed in Fuyun Temple!"
The young monk ran away in a panic as if he had been pardoned.
The angry people rushed forward and soon beat the monks in the temple to pieces.
However, only Master Huijue escaped the disaster. The crowd formed a circle of vacuum zone around him, and he sat in the center and kept chanting the scriptures...The people were all in awe.
The monks were all knocked down, but the common people were still not satisfied and rushed into the hall to loot whatever they could.
Incense sticks, offerings, wooden fish, futons and other items were swept away, and some people even began to scrape the gold powder off the Buddha statues.
The people at the end of the team who were unaware of the truth and were involved in the fight could only wipe the blood from the masters' hands and wipe it carefully on the items they brought.
The master can’t consecrate it anymore, so I’ll do it manually!
However, that little bit of blood obviously couldn't stain much, and the people started fighting to grab the unconscious monks, and the scene became even more chaotic for a while.
Abbot Hongcheng stood in the crowd, his robes had been torn to pieces, and people behind him slapped him from time to time.
Faced with this scene of demons dancing in disorder, his tears finally burst out like a dam breaking, but he couldn't utter a word.
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After a long time, Fang Zhengyi received the news from the little monk and calmly rushed to Fuyun Temple with a group of soldiers.
I was stunned when I arrived at the scene. The place was in devastation as soon as I entered. The walls were smashed into pieces and many floor tiles were picked off.
The door of the main hall was open, and the Buddha statues inside were scratched and spotted.
The current situation is beyond my expectations. It seems that I have played too much. I didn’t expect Fuyun Temple to be so awesome…
A dozen monks were lying on the ground in a mess.
There were also a few monks who were obviously of higher status judging by their attire, lying in a pool of blood, their eyes closed and their faces pale.
The only one who seemed to be fine was Master Huijue who was meditating outside the hall.
Fang Zhengyi hurried over to the monks who were bleeding heavily and took a look. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that they were still breathing.
Then he checked their wounds one by one, and after looking for a long time, he found that in addition to the obvious wounds on their hands, the rest of their bodies were bruised from being pinched.
Especially the arms, which were covered with dense fingerprints.
Fang Zheng took a deep breath.
There's a vampire in the crowd! It's obviously squeezing blood...
When Abbot Hongcheng saw the government officials coming, he, who was originally leaning against the pillar with his breath left, flew to Fang Zheng's feet, hugged his thighs and began to cry, tears streaming down his face.
"I feel wronged! Sir, we have no grudge against each other, why are you doing this to harm Fuyun Temple!!!"
Fang Zhengyi helped Abbot Hongcheng up and said seriously, "Master, you don't have to panic as I am here. What happened? Why do you say that?"
Abbot Hongcheng sobbed, feeling aggrieved like a young wife.
"The government notice board said that our Fuyun Temple was offering a free consecration ceremony and giving away Buddhist beads. Wasn't that the adults' instruction?"
Fang Zhengyi said righteously, "Of course not! The reason why I want to do this is that someone found the government two days ago and entrusted the government to issue this notice and donated a sum of money."
"I didn't think much about it. I just thought it was a charity for the temple in our neighborhood, so I gave it away."
"Master, please think about it. Have I ever had any grudge against your Fuyun Temple? Someone must be secretly framing Fuyun Temple..."
"I didn't expect... I didn't expect such a vicious accident to happen in the market. Master, rest assured, I will give you justice!"
Upon hearing this, Abbot Hongcheng was like a deflated ball. The hand that was holding Fang Zheng's thigh gradually loosened, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.
That's right... No matter how you look at it, this matter should have nothing to do with the government. I don't even know who my enemy is, so who is trying to harm Fuyun Temple?
The image of a young man in brocade clothes suddenly appeared in Abbot Hongcheng's mind.
There was a fierce look in his eyes...
Yes, it must be him. He was the one who gave himself money for some inexplicable reason and invited those eminent monks to Fuyun Temple, and then went to the government to issue an announcement, which led to so many things happening afterwards.
This is killing someone with a borrowed knife! ! Those monks must have a grudge against that person. I don’t know that person. Fuyun Temple was just accidentally chosen to be implicated. Otherwise, there is no other explanation!
"I would like to thank you for this..."
"You're welcome. This is what I'm supposed to do."
Seeing that the old monk had no other questions, Fang Zheng began to look at the others.
His eyes immediately swept over Master Huijue, the most eye-catching person in the room, who was still muttering with his eyes closed.
Fang Zheng smiled. Isn't this an old acquaintance?
"Hey! An ear!"
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