"Formulate good causes...form good relationships?" Taoist priest Ye Yuan exhaled, paused and said, "By donating money to you for flowers, can you form good relationships?"
As soon as these words came out, Master Jiutian was a little stunned. He lowered his head and flipped through the script. That was not what was written in the script.
Taoist Master Ye Yuan continued: "Those who donate money to you will have good relationships; those who don't donate to you will not have good relationships, and they are not good people. Is that so?"
Master Jiutian reacted quickly and replied: "Of course not. Donating money is just one of the ways to create good relationships. The main purpose is to inspire people's kindness and at the same time stop being greedy for money. And the money donated by everyone, Naturally, it is also used for good deeds, helping others and bringing salvation to all sentient beings!”
Ye Yuan didn't wait for the applause of the believers to stop, and his voice became louder: "Do good deeds? Amao at the foot of the mountain has no money to study, how come your good karma didn't end up with him? Some people have no food to eat, no clothes to wear when the weather is cold, and they are sick. Without myrrh for healing, how come your good karma didn’t end up with them?”
Master Jiutian glared at the boss, then lowered his head and flipped through the script to make sure that this paragraph was not in the script. He looked up at the monks behind the VIP table. The monks didn’t know what was going on. The content of the debate was with Master Jiutian. The other monks only felt that the atmosphere was a little strange and the topic was a bit sharp, but they didn't know that the script had already been finished. They thought that this was Jiutian's own script, and that Jiutian was about to refute it with great principles.
"How much is a pillar in your temple worth? How much is a window worth? How much is the car you parked outside worth? How much is your grand venue worth? You know it! It's valuable! How many people can it feed? How many people do you want to study for? Where is your kindness? Where is your good destiny?" Ye Yuanlao was a little frightened at first, and then he became more and more angry: "There are many ignorant people, but not all! You think you can cover the sky with one hand, your hand will never be the same. No matter how big the darkness is, there are always gaps. It cannot cover the clear moon, the sun in the sky, the breeze, or the starlight! You can deceive many people, but you cannot deceive everyone!"
"Okay!" Aguan couldn't help shouting.
Several villains quickly flipped through the scripts in their hands, thinking that this was the moment of trouble, and worried that they had forgotten the plot of the script.
Artest also turned over the script and looked at each other with the fat black Taoist next to him. Originally, according to the description in the script, after Taoist Ye Yuan was refuted, Taoist Taishan Sect was refuted, and then the fat black Taoist was refuted. However, the fat black Taoist refused to accept and led the villain to attack.
At this time, Ye Yuan Lao Tao performed without script. Not only was Master Jiutian shocked, but the villain was also shocked, thinking that Ye Yuan Lao Tao was stealing the show for the sake of performance. Artest was very surprised while approving.
Master Jiutian's hands were shaking a little, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked unnatural. He waved his hand and said: "You... only... know the first one... but don't know the second..."
"Stop talking! We don't accept it!" The fat black Taoist next to Artest jumped up, waved his hand, and waved out a black mist.
Artai was startled. It turned out that the fat black Taoist was afraid that Taoist Ye Yuan would steal the show, so he would get a little less dividends when the time came. He quickly followed up and staged the scene of the villain attacking Jiutian Master in advance.
In this way, Master Jiutian breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't need to pay attention to Elder Ye anymore, just skip to the next page of the script and continue acting.
Master Jiutian smiled faintly, waved his hand, and a stream of white smoke came out of his sleeves, which suddenly blew away the black mist of the fat Taoist. It turned out that Master Jiutian's sleeves were equipped with a mechanism that could spray dry ice.
When the believers saw it, they praised the miracle. Some cheered loudly and cheered for the Master; some bowed their heads and prayed for the Master's safety.
Several more villains rushed onto the podium, waving green mist, yellow mist, black smoke, and red smoke, all of which were blown away by the white smoke sprayed by Master Jiutian.
All I saw was that the Master formed a seal with his hands and made a gesture of great mercy and compassion that was unique to the True Immortal Sect. The audience burst into applause. The believers stood up one after another and shouted: "Long live the Master!" "The Master is invincible!" Master, come on!"
Ye Yuanlao was so furious that he was about to rush to the podium, but at this time, several monks stopped him and pulled him aside.
Seeing that the time was right, Artest also jumped up from his chair, jumped onto the podium, and made a gesture. The green-eyed fox behind Artest was already ready. He sucked in a full belly of air, bulged his mouth, and blew hard. In perfect coordination with Artest's gestures, a line of purple smoke blew out and rolled toward Master Jiutian.
Jiutian Master Lao Shen was here, and he repeated his old trick. He raised his hand and sprayed dry ice from his sleeves. Only then did he realize that the purple mist could not be dispersed.
The purple mist rolled up the Master, and the Master felt his body sway, somersaulted, and fell onto the podium with a loud "collision".
The whole place was silent for a moment, and the believers' eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe that the Supreme Immortal Master of the Nine Heavens, who they thought was the unity of man and God and the Lord of all gods, could actually let a little-known leader of a small sect... The weird move made him lose his shit.
Master Jiutian stood up in embarrassment, adjusting his sleeves nervously for fear that the mechanism in his sleeves would be discovered, while glaring at Atai.
Artai shrugged his shoulders, made an exaggerated gesture, stepped on the table and shouted: "I am the Taoist priest of the Taishan sect, and my dharma title is 'The Invincible Immortal who is omnipotent in the world and on the earth'! I have been ordered by the Jade Emperor to come before me." Come and arrest you, the evil, crooked, divine and liar you are!"
As Artest said, he jumped off the table and made an exaggerated gesture: "Look at my invincible finger!"
The green-eyed fox puffed his mouth and blew out a mouthful of purple mist. Master Jiutian was inexplicably frightened. Before he could react, he instinctively put dry ice in an attempt to block the purple mist. Of course, he couldn't. He was swept up by the purple mist again and fell into a big somersault.
The Nine Heavens Supreme Master hit the podium with a "bump" sound. At the same time, the believers also trembled, as if they were the ones who fell. Master Jiutian was so painful that he shed tears. Even the pipeline of the dry ice spraying machine fell beside his feet. He quickly stretched out his feet and kicked the pipeline under the podium.
Several monks tried to rush onto the stage to capture Atai, but Aguan was beaten until he ran away with his head in his arms.
Atai laughed loudly, pointed at the believers in the audience, and shouted at Master Jiutian: "These people are so stupid, they are already very pitiful. You, a bastard, want to defraud them of their money. The Jade Emperor sent me to teach you a lesson." Give it a try!"
"I'll hit you on the left cheek so that you can't talk nonsense! I'll hit you on the right cheek so that you can't deceive anyone anymore!" Artai waved his hand and struck the Nine Heavens Master with his palm in a volley gesture, but the Nine Heavens Master actually really He shook his head and wailed loudly, and his face gradually became swollen.
It turned out that the toad was hanging around Master Jiutian's neck, and he slapped the magic stick one after another.
"I'm coming too!" Ye Yuanlao shouted, and just as he was about to rush forward to help, a decent character on the side hugged his waist and fell to the ground. The goateeted uncle who played the upright role pushed Ye Yuanlaodao to the ground, and even pretended to chant a curse, made gestures on Ye Yuanlaodao's face, and secretly said to him: "Old man, we are acting, why do we have to work so hard?" "You are too involved in the drama, and you won't be able to get hurt..." Before the goatee uncle could finish speaking, Ye Yuanlao slapped him in the face, and then he struggled to get up.
"Are you serious?" The old man with the goatee was stunned at first and became angry after receiving the slap.
Ye Yuanlao pushed the goatee uncle away, and then let two monks in colorful clothes grab his hands, one on the left and the other on the right. The monk in colorful clothes scolded in a low voice: "Where did you come from? Are you here to cause trouble?"
Old Taoist Ye Yuan yelled a few times, and he didn't know if he was using capture or some other technique, but he pushed the two monks off the platform. Panting, the old Taoist climbed onto the long table at the VIP table and pointed at the monks who were chasing after him.
"You magic sticks, I have long disliked you. I just came to make trouble with you. What!" Old Taoist Ye Yuan shouted loudly. He suddenly saw the embarrassed appearance of Master Jiutian on the podium. He couldn't help but froze and quickly stretched out his hand. He got into his clothes, took out two bamboo leaves with talismans on them, wiped them on his eyes, and shouted: "Is there a monster?"
The old Taoist was distracted for a moment. Several monks in colorful clothes took the opportunity and grabbed the old Taoist's feet. During the tug, the old Taoist lost his balance and fell off the long table. The back of his head hit the ground and he could not move. .
Only then did Aguan arrive, kicking all the monks to their knees, and picked up the unconscious old Taoist. Then he felt that the old Taoist had an aura that was a little different from ordinary people, just like the sixth wife. Perhaps it was because even if a mortal practiced Taoism, his aura was much weaker than that of gods and ghosts, so Aguan didn't feel anything until he touched the old Taoist's body.
