Chapter 139 Fire Ghost Demon King

Lingyun Temple has a sealed gate with the name Ksitigarbha Hall written on it, which is an underground Buddhist temple.

The old monk Daoxin sat in front of the Ksitigarbha Buddha statue and recited sutras. His somewhat old face was unusually calm.

"Old bald donkey! The power of this broken statue is gradually disappearing. Your Buddha has given up on you. Sooner or later, I will go out and destroy your broken temple!"

The cold and angry voice of the Fire Ghost Demon King came out from under the statue of Ksitigarbha, and his tone was full of anger and violence.

"Amitabha, evil will not prevail against good. Fire Ghost Demon King, as long as the Chinese people are immortal, you will never be able to get out."

The old monk Daoxin knocked on the wooden fish, and the power of faith slowly entered the Ksitigarbha statue. The already weakened power of the god was strengthened, and the fire ghost demon king who had been shouting suddenly became silent. ?.?????.???

"Amitabha."

The old monk Daoxin continued to knock the wooden fish. Now he had no other focus except for the Buddha.

The other side.

Ye Feng withdrew his consciousness and shook his head.

I didn’t expect that Lingyun Temple would be suppressing such an alien monster clan, and it even had the power of a god.

But it was a little strange, because he found that Ksitigarbha's divine power had become so weak for some reason.

He was almost certain that Ksitigarbha's true body resided in the statue.

Suddenly he remembered the words of the Ancient Loulan Sun God.

Gods did not create humans, but humans created gods.

The gap between the gods of this plane and the world of immortality is really too big.

The gods here have no physical bodies and exist in the form of spiritual bodies. The more creatures that believe in them, the stronger they will be.

China suffered a disaster from the invasion of monsters from another world, and a large number of people died. Later, magicians rose up, and gradually fewer and fewer people believed in gods. Ksitigarbha was relatively unpopular among popular gods, and he was worshiped at home. Very few.

This Ksitigarbha is not the same as the one from Tianzhu. Even if the gods of each civilization have the same name, they will not be the same god.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the god believed in by Chinese Buddhists, has become so weak now.

But I still can’t understand how high Ksitigarbha’s position is in Chinese Buddhism. How could he be so weak?

Ye Feng was too lazy to think so much. Anyway, I had nothing to do with the rain.

"Master, I feel like I've been upset recently. Is there some karma?"

"This donor, I'm sure you don't have any karma. From now on, play mahjong less and recite sutras more. When your mind is as calm as water, you won't be worried about any karma in the future."

"Oh my god! Master, how do you know that I often lose money playing mahjong recently?"

The middle-aged woman looked shocked and admired Ye Feng, but she just smiled faintly.

You have mahjong marks on your hands. It seems that you were too angry and pinched the mahjong. If I can't see that he is an immortal cultivator, he will just blow up his Dantian and commit suicide.

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Noon, lunch time.

There are many serious people who eat vegetarian meals at Lingyun Temple. Most of them are believers and basically come to eat vegetarian meals at a fixed time.

There is a characteristic of eating in temples. After you finish eating, you must get another bowl of water to rinse the residue in the bowl and then drink the water.

Ye Feng and the others didn't know about this when they first came. After eating, the water they rinsed turned into swill instantly.

It's a pain when they drink it, except for Wan Tianle.

This guy even dares to eat three-day-old tributes and is he disgusted by this?

Now they are considered smart. They prepare a steamed bun like the other four monks. After eating, they wipe the residue with the steamed bun and eat it, so that when they drink the water, it will be the same as pure water.

But there is one exception.

Han Yi, because he couldn't eat steamed buns, had to endure the pain of swilling every meal.

None of the people eating the fast meal spoke, but hundreds of people were extremely quiet.

This is the eating rule of Lingyun Temple. You are not allowed to talk while eating fast food. This is a sign of respect for the Buddha.

A man in glasses drinks water from the bowl and walks out to eat