Immortal Jinting looked at General Shuibu and sighed in his heart, this is really a talent!
Those who like to cause trouble and are willing to cause trouble are naturally talents, and they are talents that should be reused.
In General Shuibu Shan, Jin Ting Daxian saw the hope of Fangfang Shan!
It's a pity that Jinting Immortal didn't follow the path and didn't fall for the trick. Instead, he praised Dijia greatly and said: "There is really no need to conflict with Guangjiao Temple. They are holding the ceremony to save the dead at the request of the county magistrate. What’s the deal in our hands?”
"We brought three thousand Rampant Gods with us when we came, which is no longer a minority. It is even more troublesome to train them. If we lose too many, where will we recruit soldiers in the future? There is no need to use weapons if they don't know how to use them. Recently, they have been told to restrain themselves and not use weapons. Go out and cause trouble.”
Di Jia felt at ease and said: "I obey."
General Shuibu blushed, looked at Jinting Immortal, gritted his teeth and said, "Since the commander has made the decision, then naturally it is the commander who has the final say."
The general of the water department was shaking with anger and remained silent for a whole day without speaking.
How could a clear-minded person like Di Jia not know what he was thinking, but since they had only known each other for a long time and were not from the Dijia Department, he would not rashly remind the General of the Water Department that Commander Jin Ting was his immediate superior and he should not offend him.
If the water general doesn't appreciate it, wouldn't it make him more troublesome?
Looking at the general of the water department, Di Jia couldn't help but see a trace of pity in his eyes. However, the Jinting Immortal was very tolerant and did not care about General Shuibu and allowed him to throw his face away.
Jinting Daxian is only afraid that there are fewer people like General Shuibu, so how can he care about him?
The ceremony to pray for death in Xuanzhou City was very grand. Almost all Guangjiao Temple came out and borrowed Guanyin Temple in the city as a dojo. The two families jointly held the ceremony to pray for death.
Burning incense, bathing, fasting, chanting sutras, repenting, donating food, praying, and enlightening people, they chanted sutras all over the city for seven consecutive days.
The fragrant clouds are like a cover, misty and endless.
Those evil spirits and ghosts had fled long ago. Those who stayed in Xuanzhou City either had great power and were fearless, or they were ignorant and brought their own death.
The Dharma Assembly enshrines the sacred Buddhas of the ten directions and produces various visions, which are difficult to see with the naked eye, but can be perceived spiritually.
The resentment of the mass graves outside the city, the evil spirit of the dead creatures, and the hostility of the ghosts lingering in the world were all dissipated in the Dharma Assembly.
Jinting Daxian led several rampant gods of water and land in Wutong Temple and did not go out to ask for trouble.
The incense can cover them up and cannot hurt their ghosts and gods.
General Shuibu's face was solemn. He never expected that the monks of Guangjiao Temple still had real abilities.
Even if three thousand rampant gods gathered together, they would not be able to please this kind of scene. However, if they waited for the ceremony to end and attacked them suddenly on their way back to Guangjiao Temple, they would only have to pay part of the price and gain great merit.
It's a pity that the Great Immortal Jinting disagrees.
If it weren't for the military talisman, General Shuibu would have wanted to lead his own troops to ambush Guangjiao Temple.
After seven days, the Dharma assembly ended. Some of the monks returned to Guangjiao Temple first, leaving the host to talk to the county governor.
The county guard then asked the abbot of Guangjiao Temple for advice on something, and asked: "I recently heard a rumor that there is a Wutong Temple in the city, which worships the God of Wutong. It is very efficacious and is believed by the people. Because he is not an official priest, it always makes me feel uneasy."
The abbot of Guangjiao Temple confirmed: "Wutongshen?"
The Sheriff nodded.
The host slowly shook his head and said, "I've never heard of the name of the God of Five Powers. Does the county magistrate want me to go and have a look?"
The county guard said: "That's right. If it's an evil priest who harms people, we have to ask the old Zen master to subdue the devil."
The host laughed and said: "Of course it is, I'll go check it out."
The old Zen master took his two disciples to the Wutong Temple and found the temple in the market.
This temple is far less magnificent than the Wutong God in Gusu. It has only one courtyard and was converted from a residential house.
But the small courtyard, with all the internal organs, is the configuration of a serious temple.
The old Zen master stood in front of Wutong Temple, a little hesitant because there were many believers coming in and out of the temple.
Before he entered, a young man walked out of Wutong Temple first and came straight to him.
It was clearly a clear sky and day, but the old Zen master only felt a bright moon falling from the sky. His mind was immediately distorted, and the day turned into night. A huge ghost and god transformed from flowing water stood in front of him.
The old Zen master's brows trembled violently and asked: "Who is causing trouble in front of the old monk?"
The ghost's voice was like thunder, and he said: "Old Zen Master, I'm here to greet you. I am the commander of the Water Department under the Wutong God's Seat. I was ordered by the god to build a temple here to protect you. I ask the old Zen Master to be accommodating."
The old Zen master asked: "Do ghosts and gods from heretics also have such good deeds?"
The Zen light around him was wrapped around him, and golden spells appeared around him. His cassock shook, and the eight treasures shone brightly, rushing towards the ghosts and gods.
A crystal rainbow light flew out from the ghost's hand and blocked the old Zen master's Zen light.
The old Zen master then saw a treasure wheel with water color ripples rising from the hands of the ghost and god, wind and rain turning into dragons, and a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The treasure wheel scattered crystal rainbows, and was not afraid of the old Zen master's Zen light. On the contrary, the Zen light was retreating steadily.
The ghost took a step forward, and the old Zen master's body trembled.
The ghost and god were pressing closer and closer, standing in front of the old Zen master. The old Zen master was already shaking like chaff, and his face was as white as paper.
The Zen light, jade crystals and rainbows echo each other, making it so dazzling that people can't open their eyes.
The old Zen master knew that he was no match and could not even escape from this illusion. He was already determined to die. He lowered his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name, and his whole body shone brightly.
But the crystal rainbow on the opposite side gradually dimmed, and the ghost held the treasure wheel in his hand and said: "Old Zen Master, I have no ill intentions. The Wutong Temple only takes some incense and does not offer blood sacrifices. My Lord Wutong The god is a fourth-grade venerable god with a hundred thousand generals under his command and a compassionate heart to help the world."
"Old Zen Master, please turn a blind eye. Only in this way can you always be quiet and keep Guangjiao Temple safe."
The night disappeared before his eyes, and the old Zen master stood in front of the Wutong Temple, but there was no shadow of the young man in front of him. Everything seemed to be a dream.
His two disciples supported him, one on the left and the other on the right, and said, "Master, why do you look so ugly?"
Only then did the old Zen master realize that he was breaking out in a cold sweat. The confrontation was all about offense and defense at the spiritual level. If the ghosts and gods hadn't intentionally held back, he would have died under the treasure wheel.
The old Zen master's spirit seemed to be pulled away in an instant. His body stooped and he looked at the Wutong Temple, which was very close at hand, but he had no intention of going in to explore.
He turned around and said, "Let's go."
The two disciples looked at each other, followed quickly, and asked, "Master, aren't you going to Wutong Temple?"
The old Zen master said: "Go back to Guangjiao Temple."
"Don't you want to tell the Sheriff?"
The old Zen master gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said, "Go back."
Immortal Jinting stood at the door of Wutong Temple, watching the old Zen master leave.
General Shuibu still felt pity and said: "Why doesn't he come in?"
If they come in, the Great Immortal Jin Ting will have no choice but to start a fight even if he doesn't want to.
(End of chapter)
