In Shata Temple, a merit monk who was intoxicated with incense was full of greasy faces to sell incense to the pilgrims.

"Amitabha, this donor, is the so-called high incense, which is the incense that is chanted by chanting scriptures and consecrated. If you give the Buddha a stick of incense, your wish will go straight to the Xitian Lingshan Mountain. This incense is 999 yuan, which is absolutely not expensive."

The meritorious monk was erect, and the pilgrims shook their heads and left.

An old monk came over and frowned at the merit monk and said, "Zhikong, how about the incense in front of the Buddha today?"

The Merit Monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said ashamed: "Uncle Master, our high fragrance can't be sold. Why not reduce the price, right?"

The old monk had a calm face and smiled bitterly: "Can't sell it? I'm afraid you don't want to sell it!"

The monk meritorious said solemnly: "I am surprised by what my uncle said. I am diligent in selling high incense all day long. My junior brother in the temple sees it. Why did the uncle misunderstand me?"

The old monk sighed: "You are talented and highly skilled in Buddhism. Why do you play yourself as a philanthropist? Is it wrong for the uncle to ask you to sell high fragrance? It's not to improve your food for everyone. Now, in China, this is not what is not done?"

The monk meritorious was silent and said for a moment: "As far as I know, this is not what Folin Temple, Luanchan Temple, and Kongzhu Temple do."

The old monk smiled bitterly: "The three temples were born first and then entered the world before they were born. There is no need to sell incense and candles like merchants to support themselves. What about us? Why did you think your master began to gain fame before he passed away, and turned Shata Temple into a scenic spot, changing the original place of cultivation?"

The monks of merit continued to remain silent.

The old monk lamented: "Amitabha, why can't you know what you are thinking about?... Forget it, after a while, I'll allow you to go to the Buddha's temple to listen to the sutras."

The monk was happy with merit.

The old monk looked at the pile of big incense and had a headache. He picked up one, and suddenly a pilgrimage came over.

"Master, how do you sell incense?"

The old monk was stunned. The pilgrim was a foreign tourist, one man and one woman. He spoke a man, and his Chinese language was a little awkward, but the communication was not hindered. The old monk smiled slightly, and his withered fingers gently stroked the incense. A golden light suddenly appeared in the whole room.

The merit monk was silent. The old monk looked at the incense and said to the foreign tourist: "33."

The foreign man smiled and handed over three stacks of banknotes: "Why is it so expensive to sell me?"

"Amitabha, the donor is not a person who sincerely burns incense, so why bother asking for the price?"

"If you don't burn incense, it doesn't mean you can't buy incense."

The foreign man crushed the big incense, and the golden lights floated in the air and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"It's really amazing."

The Merit Monk was stunned and spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy an incense. It was already absurd. Now he actually crushed the incense directly?

this……

The monk of merit suddenly became a little dazed. When he looked at the foreign man again, there was a change. In the Buddha's eyes, an ancient European hunter appeared, carrying a broken cross on his back, and his soul had changed. The foreign woman showed a holy and unaware of beauty, and her soul was as pure as an angel.

Western religious!

"Do you dare to ask if you are an exorcist?"

The foreign man nodded: "My name is Van Helsing, this is my friend, Morissa."

"Amitabha Buddha, my monk's Dharma name is Zhikong, this is my uncle Yuansong."

The two exorcists came very suddenly, which made Zhikong feel alert: "The two of you come to Han Temple, and the blush is shining. I wonder what advice do you have?"

"There are people fighting next to the temple. We want to borrow treasure land to watch the battle. I wonder if there are any silverware in the temple?"

"How are you going to watch?"

Seeing that the other party was not repulsive, Van Helsing glanced at Molisa. Molisa walked to the ritual vessel and nodded to Van Helsing: "It's silver, it's OK."

Morisa took out a bottle and injected liquid into the silverware. Her fingers rhythmically ringed the silverware. The simple syllables made a different religious music sound indoors.

Van Helsing became blurred and looked at the two monks: "Do you want to be together?"

Zhikong nodded subconsciously, and suddenly saw Fan Hesing grabbing the void, a hunting rifle appeared, and a bang shot into Zhikong's eyebrows. Zhikong fell down on his back!

Van Helsing picked up Zhikong and stuffed it into the silverware.

"Empty Gun Flying Soul... Nordic Demon Hunter?" The old monk was extremely shocked. Fan Hessing smiled and did the trick, knocking out the old monk's soul from his body.

Two souls stuffed into silver, Van Helsing stuffed the barrel into his mouth, bang

The soul flew out and fell into the silverware without bias.

It feels like falling headlong into water, and the feeling of suffocation, squeeze, and the feeling of weightlessness that goes with the flow is very uncomfortable.

When he sank to the bottom of the water, Zhikong, Yuanshang felt the buoyancy suddenly disappear, and he sprained his feet and fell to the ground.

Looking around, I looked at the familiar stone walls, familiar Buddha statues, and familiar environment.

Killing platform?

A silver vortex above his head, Van Helsing and Morissa also fell down. The two of them looked around, and on the killing platform, three people fainted, and four of them were standing.

"Uncle Master... is from Team Leader Lu and the Spirit Detective Department..." Zhikong whispered, obviously knowing Team Leader Lu.

But the young man and the tattooed monk in Taichung are not clear about it.

Van Helsing hugged the two and whispered: "Get ready, the storm is coming."

Before Zhikong and Yuansong could react, a strong wind blew up, and their eardrums were torn apart by the sound of the wind.

Buzz buzz

Tinnitus followed one after another, and the storm of consciousness teared the space, swept them into it, and woke up again, their feet hung in the air, stepping on the stars of the universe.

The two monks were dumbfounded.

In the distance, the two men fought in full swing.

A purple lightning was covered with his body, and his murderous aura was boiling. His skin turned into purple and black, and he was surrounded by a copper bracelet. His expression was ferocious and he was seriously injured.

The other head has horns and is surrounded by iron chains. The human skin cloak falls behind it. There is a Buddha moon above it. Every move is filled with unparalleled yang energy.

"Qin Kun!!! How can you beat me in this world?!"

Obsession, Buddhism adheres to emptiness, but Miaoshan has obsession.

The only obsession is the desire to win or lose.

The sky is not important, the earth is not important, the wind is not important, the light is not important, and even the Buddha is not important.

The most important thing is to win!

Obsession is revealed through the Mirage Realm, so that Miaoshan can completely transform into a demon!

The eyes had turned pure white, Miaoshan punched it out, and cracks appeared in the universe. Lightning from the nine heavens and ten earths condensed in the fist, with a huge murderous intent.

"Miaoshan, you can kill anyone without entering Buddhism. Is this the Dharma in your heart?"

Qin Kun pinched Miaoshan's fist with a palm, his body was overpowered, and his hair was angry. The huge pain made Qin Kun burst out with amazing potential. The Yan Scorpion Rope on his body entangled the other party and tore it hard.

The meat was everywhere, and the stomach was flowing out. Aside Team Leader Lu, the clerk could not stand the pain of the tearing of consciousness and fainted.

Miaoshan lost all his skin and flesh, and a white bone walked out of his body in a daze.

The strongest attack...isn't it possible...

He looked at his bones and suddenly a staggering and miserable laughter appeared.

"What do you think of Buddhism?"

"I am a poor Taoist priest. How could I understand Buddhism? Shouldn't you ask yourself?" Qin Kun was covered in embarrassment, wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth. The punch just now, lightning penetrated his consciousness, blood and energy flowed in his chest, and his muscles felt as uncomfortable as a needle when he breathed.

"Ha...hahahahaha... It turns out that I still don't even know what Buddhism is. I don't even know what Buddhism is. I'm still here to compete for victory or defeat with you?!"

The bones roared loudly, and the stars in the universe exploded one after another, turning into dust, and then disappeared.

Qin Kun was stunned and found that the white bones were sitting cross-legged and chanting Buddha's name with their mouths, as if they were going to transform into nothingness with the universe.

"What are you going to do?!" Qin Kun said in surprise.

"Amitabha, I am the true teaching of the Buddha Forest Temple, but I am unable to understand Prajna. If I do not cut off myself, how can I be worthy of Master's teachings?"

"Are you crazy?!" Qin Kun's nostrils spurted out: "You are self-determination in the Mirage Realm, and you will be a vegetable. Will you let the Folin Temple support you for the rest of your life?"

Bai Gu shed tears: "Qin Kun, please tell me the Master, you will enter Buddhism without regrets in this life, and change the purple-clothed white bones to light dust. You will re-practice the Bodhi Dharma in the next life, and you will not understand Prajna or the truth."
Chapter completed!