Monk Wuxin is broad and fat, tall and burly. He holds a golden staff in his right hand and holds his left hand in front of him. His round and fat face is solemn, and his eyes are bright and shining.
At this moment, his momentum was fully displayed, shining like the scorching sun high in the sky.
It is as if he is a holy monk who saves all sentient beings.
Let the world admire you.
The villagers watched with bated breath, all shocked.
"Did we make a mistake?"
I was surprised.
Even I was intimidated by Monk Wuxin's aura.
"Who doesn't know how to show off?"
Sun Laizi said with disdain: "What charlatans are best at is showing off."
The old man used to be a charlatan.
What kind of people have you not seen?
Sun Laizi did not have any worries and made such an evaluation of Monk Wu Xin in front of all the villagers.
But Monk Wuxin's expression remained normal and he didn't take it seriously.
He is a Buddhist disciple of Xuanmen Temple.
How is it possible to have a verbal dispute with a group of worldly people?
but.
Everyone waited for a while and found that there was no change in Huang Shui'er tied to the tree.
"what happened?"
The old village chief frowned, looked at Monk Wuxin, and asked with a lonely look: "Senior Monk, are you really a fake charlatan?"
The villagers in Huangmiao Village were also puzzled.
Some villagers looked bad.
"Don't panic, please wait a moment."
Monk Wu Xin stared at Huang Shui'er, then said with clear eyes, "Have you seen that her face has changed? She is gritting her teeth to endure the pain caused by the poor monk's blood. She will show up soon."
"What form did I take? I really wasn't taken away."
Huang Shui'er collapsed and was helpless.
That young face was full of sadness, and the tears were all gone.
"How long we have to wait?"
"That's right, it's been three minutes, why hasn't Wong Tai Sin shown up yet?"
"Bald Donkey, if you dare to come to our village and pretend to be a ghost, I will beat you until you leave our village."
The villagers were furious and felt that they had been cheated by the Wuxin monk.
Many young people rolled up their sleeves and were ready to take action.
The previous politeness and respect are gone.
The bald donkeys started braying.
Seeing the attitude of the villagers, Monk Wuxin remained calm and calm.
"Amitabha!"
He recited the name of the Buddha, then said solemnly: "The poor monk is a Buddhist disciple of the Xuanmen Temple. He has come down the mountain in obedience to his master's orders. His mission is to save all living beings and slay demons. The poor monk has a destiny with your Huangmiao Village. Come here." I killed demons for you and didn't charge a penny, how can I be a charlatan?"
"I didn't take the money, but you ate one of our pigs weighing about 100 kilograms for breakfast."
"There are three chickens and two ducks!"
The villagers were very angry.
Monk Wu Xin refused to accept the money, which made the villagers think that the old village chief had really met an enlightened monk this time who could help the villagers kill Wong Tai Sin.
So they were very enthusiastic when entertaining the eminent monk Wu Xin.
Early in the morning, chickens and pigs were killed for entertainment.
result.
Monk Wuxin was like a starving ghost reincarnated. He ate a hundred pounds of pork, three chickens and two ducks in one meal.
It can be said that Monk Wu Xin’s eating habits shocked the villagers.
This is simply more edible than a starving ghost.
But none of this matters.
The villagers are simple and kind-hearted. Perhaps this is the extraordinary quality of the enlightened monks. They can only kill Wong Tai Sin, who brought harm to their village. Let alone eating a pig for a meal, what if they kill a few more pigs for entertainment?
But the strength that Monk Wuxin showed now made them seriously suspect that, as Sun Laizi said, he was probably a charlatan.
Otherwise, how can we make Wong Tai Sin appear and make it impossible for everyone to see?
"Is it so edible?"
Knowing that this unintentional monk had eaten a pig, three chickens and two ducks for breakfast, even Sun Laizi and I were shocked.
Damn, is this still a person?
What's the difference between this and a pig?
No wonder he's as fat as a pig.
I looked at the Wuxin monk with a very strange look on his face.
Then he asked the old village chief, "Don't all monks eat fast?"
"He said that after wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart."
The old village chief explained to us, "The eminent monk told us that he is a disciple of Buddhism from Xuanmen Temple. He has practiced Mahayana Buddhism and has left the world to become secular. He has to experience all kinds of life. By the way, he will make the rice wine we brew for breakfast today." I drank ten kilograms."
"Fuck..."
We were dumbfounded.
The Immortal is stern, this Buddhist disciple of Xuanmen Temple is really not an ordinary person who can eat and drink.
"cough……"
Being talked about like this by the villagers, even the calm monk Wuxin felt a little embarrassed. After all, being called a foodie by the villagers was really embarrassing.
"Senior Monk, we have to wait for another three minutes."
Looking at Monk Wu Xin, the old village chief was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared: "Why hasn't Wong Tai Sin shown up yet?"
"The poor monk was also surprised. He didn't expect this monster to be so resistant."
After putting away his embarrassed look, Monk Wuxin regained his dignity and said in a loud voice: "However, this is what the poor monk expected. Such a great demon's Taoism is so profound that the poor monk must not have enough Buddha blood."
"Not enough Buddha blood?"
I sneered as I listened, and now I am even more certain that this so-called Buddhist monk must be a charlatan.
Sun Laizi is still experienced.
The clues can be seen at a glance.
"correct!"
Monk Wuxin ignored everyone's suspicions. His expression remained unchanged and he said with a solemn look: "Now the poor monk will increase the amount and squeeze out a few drops of Buddha's blood, which will definitely reveal the true form of this big demon."
"Donkey Bald, don't talk so much nonsense to us."
Sun Laizi was grumpy and had lost his patience. "You fake Buddhist, hurry up and don't waste our time."
"Old donor, your words are unpleasant, but this poor monk won't argue with you."
Glancing at Sun Laizi, Monk Wuxin said: "Since you are so impatient, I will prove to you now whether I am a fake Buddhist who pretends to be a god or a ghost."
As these words fell, he squeezed out several drops of Buddha's blood and pressed it on Huang Shuier's forehead.
Then.
We waited for a while and found that there was still no change in Huang Shuier's body.
"I've been waiting for another three minutes, why haven't you shown up yet?"
The old village chief glared at Monk Wuxin with a gloomy face and asked, "What else do you have to say now?"
"That's right. Why haven't you shown up yet? This shouldn't be the case."
Monk Wuxin was dumbfounded.
His master once told him that his Buddha's blood has extraordinary power, and a drop of Buddha's blood can kill demons.
The result was good.
With a few drops of Buddha's blood, let alone slaying demons and demons, even Wong Tai Sin cannot appear.
Damn it.
Is his Buddha blood fake?
At this moment, even he was doubting himself.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in this world had become very depressing.
A chilling feeling filled the entire space.
Monk Wuxin looked up and saw the villagers' eyes focused on him, and the anger in the villagers' eyes was beyond words, like a blazing flame.
Seeing the attitude of the villagers, Monk Wuxin was immediately frightened.
He decided not to negotiate.
The patience of the villagers has been worn out by him. If he can't find a way to make Wong Tai Sin reveal himself, he will definitely be beaten and left lying down.
Getting beaten up is a small thing.
He is a Buddhist disciple of Xuanmen Temple, and he is also a well-respected genius in the world of monasticism.
How could his reputation be damaged?
Otherwise, how can you still hang out in the monastic world in the future?
"Donors, don't be impatient."
Monk Wu Xin hurriedly said: "The evildoer's behavior has subverted the poor monk's imagination. If he wants to expose his true form, it can no longer be solved with Buddha's blood, but the poor monk has other methods."
Having said this, he took out another yellow talisman.
Still Zhang Zhen Xie Fu.
But the power of this evil-suppressing talisman is incomparable to the one just now.
"enough!"
The old village chief glared at Monk Wu Xin, then blew his beard and glared angrily: "What a shame, old man, I treat you like an eminent monk. I didn't expect you, a fat guy like you, are really a charlatan, and you have tricked us villagers in Huangmiao Village. Playing like a fool."
"You are so brave to come to our village to cheat!"
"Old village chief, please calm down."
Monk Wuxin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and frantically wanted to explain.
but.
The villagers gave him no chance.
Everyone rushed over with great anger, pushed Wuxin monk to the ground, and started beating him with punches and kicks.
"ah……"
Screams like howling ghosts and howling wolves echoed throughout the world like howling pigs.
