In the empty main hall, Cheng Xiaojun, who was dressed in white monk robes, had a sarcastic smile on his supposedly solemn face. He could clearly hear the movements outside.
If it weren't for gaining powerful power, he really wouldn't want to save those people outside.
He spent his mana to save them without asking for anything in return, but was treated as he should be. After a few times of being frightened by a person with power, they all withered.
So bullying and afraid of the strong, so ugly, living is a waste of food, it would be better to die.
"Host, self-interest is human nature. The responsibility of the host is to guide people to abandon evil and do good, and let light illuminate every dark corner."
The voice of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas system sounded in his mind.
Cheng Xiaojun sneered in his heart, life is a blank piece of paper. After the intrigues and intrigues of the human society, one is uglier than the other, and one is more pretentious than the other. No matter how bright the light is, it is impossible to illuminate the darkness hidden in the human heart.
"Although what the host thinks is reality, it is precisely because of this that we, the Buddha, are asked to transform the human world. The Buddha cut off his flesh to feed the eagle, and Guanyin sacrificed his body to feed the demons. They are all examples for the host."
When Cheng Xiaojun heard this, he sneered even more in his heart. So what if the Buddha cut off the meat to feed the eagle? The eagle still eats meat. Guanyin turned into a beautiful woman to seduce the cruel king and make the king do good. So what, the king entered Buddhism and his successor would still go his own way. .
"If the host thinks like this again, he will become the second Hui Hai."
The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas system reminds.
Cheng Xiaojun felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head in the middle of summer. The messy thoughts in my mind disappeared without a trace in an instant.
After finally getting rid of his poor status, he didn't want to lose everything in front of him.
"When the host hears that it is related to his own interests, the distracting thoughts in his mind disappear immediately. What is the difference between the host and those outside."
The words of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas system made Cheng Xiaojun look ashamed.
"People always stare at others and always demand others with morals and norms. This is a wrong behavior. Please take this as a warning to the host."
The Ten Thousand Buddhas System said again.
Cheng Xiaojun nodded heavily.
Not long after, the respectful monk Ming Ran appeared on the platform outside the Main Hall. He clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Holy monk, thirty people are waiting at the foot of the steps."
A golden swastika flew out from the main hall and was printed on the heads of thirty people. The effect was incredible. In the blink of an eye, people who were tortured by various diseases returned to normal. They climbed up from the stretcher like nothing happened and looked at them blankly. To all sides.
"Why don't you thank the holy monk for saving you?"
Monk Mingran, who was standing on the platform, drank softly.
A few people who were still conscious were the first to kneel down, and the rest of them looked at it and knelt down as well.
Amidst various words of thanks, the power of faith continued to pour out from the thirty people and entered the Mahavira Hall.
"Amitabha"
A sound of Buddha's name and a gust of wind carrying the scent of sandalwood sent thirty people out lightly.
Soon there were thunderous shouts of excitement outside.
"amazing"
"It'll be fine so soon."
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In a forest with sparse vegetation, there were no birds or flowers. Zhang Wei, the black cat who looked like a black boy, was walking boredly.
Suddenly the black boy transformed and turned into a black cat again.
"What happens when a good person turns into a cat again?"
Zhang Wei looked at the black cat puzzled.
"What's good about being a human is not as comfortable as a cat."
What's so nice about being a cat? A big greeting came to Zhang Wei's mind.
Soon one person and one cat came to the outside of Yuntai Temple in the night. Although it was night, there was still a sea of people outside. Various generators and electric lights make this small world look like daytime.
A large number of military police stood outside, providing tangible oppression. Although the scene was lively, it was not chaotic at all.
Zhang Wei and the black cat were moving forward in the crowd. Suddenly, the black cat shrank its body and ran in front of a young girl with long legs and fair skin. A few light scratches on the ankle.
The young girl exclaimed, and then she found a cute little black cat at her feet. With a look of joy on her face, she bent over and carried the little black cat to her undulating mountain peaks.
"Zhang Yida, what do you think? Is it better to be a cat?"
While transmitting messages to Zhang Wei, the black cat rubbed its furry head between the peaks, making the young girl giggle.
Damn, I can't bear it!
Zhang Wei looked at the black cat with jealousy.
"I can still grab it with my hands, do you dare?"
The black cat stretched out its paws, one on the left and one on the right, groping on the mountain peak.
“What a little pervert”
The young girl gave the black cat a bang.
"Did you see that beautiful woman took the initiative to touch my face?"
The voice of the black cat's fart.
Zhang Wei couldn't stand it any longer. He walked through the crowd and came to the courtyard wall. He kept walking along the courtyard wall.
Not long after walking, suddenly, there was a deafening explosion, and the door of Yuntai Temple was broken open. The heavy wooden door turned into a pile of debris, scattered on the ground. A long section of the courtyard wall connected to the wooden doors on both sides also collapsed.
Zhang Wei turned his head and was shocked, Damn it, Black Cat, didn't you agree to climb over the wall to get in? Why did you just kick the door down!
Including the young girl, everyone at the scene was shocked. The gate of Yuntai Temple was actually smashed by a cat.
Want to be even crazier!
"Zhang Wei, you idiot, where have you gone and you haven't come here yet."
The black cat standing on the ruins at the door loudly called Zhang Wei, who walked over bravely under countless sideways glances.
The black cat looked back at the young girl and raised his paw.
"Beauty, your hand feels very good, um, very moist."
Everyone around looked at the young girl, who stared at the black cat with an annoyed look on her face.
The black cat looked away and shouted towards the Main Hall: "Cheng Xiaojun, your grandpa cat is here to cause trouble, get out of here quickly and be frightened."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
The main hall in the night was dark and there was no movement at all.
"Are you pretending to be cool with me? Believe it or not, I set this place on fire."
Black Cat yelled.
Suddenly, golden lotuses appeared on the bare ground, dyeing the world golden, especially the Mahavira Palace.
The black cat sneered even more, and just as he was about to say something, a monk in white, sitting cross-legged with his back to tens of thousands of people, appeared in the sky above the Main Hall.
From a distance, it looks holy, elegant, and dust-free.
Many teenage girls almost had stars in their eyes when they saw this beautiful and elegant monk in white.
"The cat raised by the Taoist priest, did you come here yourself, or did the Taoist priest send you here?"
Cheng Xiaojun said with his back turned.
When Black Cat saw that Cheng Xiaojun was at this stage, he still pretended to be cool and directly threw a magic weapon at him.
Unexpectedly, dozens of golden lotuses appeared out of thin air and hijacked the magic weapon.
"Made, so powerful!"
Black Cat was stunned.
Zhang Wei put his hands behind his back and said loudly: "I said you would fall."
On the way here, Black Cat gave Zhang Wei a scroll given by Chu Feng, and Zhang Wei's cultivation level was restored directly.
"It is of no use to a poor monk if he speaks the Dharma as he says."
Under the moonlight, in the Main Hall, Cheng Xiaojun's voice was cold.
