"God man! Save my mother!"

"Please give me wealth and honor. I wish all living beings at home to offer incense to the Supreme God and kowtow to worship every day!"

"Daxian, please bless me with the imperial examination and high school!"

...

The Dharma Platform was raised high and marched in the downtown area. An old man sat upright on it with a solemn face and sentient beings kowtowed like worshiping gods.

Then the old charlatan waved his hand and a golden light fell on everyone.

"Okay, my illness is cured!"

"Thank you, the Three Treasures Immortal!"

"You are really a living Bodhisattva coming to the world!"

...

The believers kowtowed and showed even more piousness.

But no one saw it. The young boy with a handsome face behind the old charlatan saw this scene, but he glanced at the corner of his mouth and disagreed.

"Master, why are you so stupid? You just use a small golden light technique to make the living people worship you as a god?"

"Disciple, you don't understand! They are not stupid, they just need a sustenance?"

"Support?" the boy was surprised.

"Not bad! Heaven and earth are unkind, and everything is a straw dog.

Not all efforts in this world can be rewarded, so after encountering all kinds of setbacks, people will find sustenance.

The strong are entrusted to their own will, while the vast majority of people can only rely on their illusory fate and gods and Buddhas!" The old charlatan on the magic platform touched the little boy's head and couldn't help but smile.

"Master, we are all charlatans, but you say that gods and Buddhas are illusory!" The little boy was surprised.

"Gods and Buddhas, who knows whether they exist or not?" The old charlatan clearly relied on the incense of sentient beings to make a living, but he said a traitor and said unruly, and his smile was even more strange.

"People fight for a breath, and Buddhas fight for a stick of incense. Gods and Buddhas are everywhere in the sky, but we still have to rely on us charlatans to fight for incense for them. Even if Gods and Buddhas really exist, what is different from mortals? Then how can we not become gods and Buddhas?"

Sitting high above the altar, the old charlatan faces all living beings, with compassionate faces, and his eyes are already in a cold voice, just like the sculptures of gods and Buddhas worshipped on the incense on the high platform, without any human emotions.

"So that's it!" The little boy nodded, his face also became cold, just like a boy and girl next to the sculpture of a god and Buddha.

...

"Advisor, where are you running?" Hehehe laughed and followed, and he was cold and lustful, and he was coveting greed.

The robe of monks, Confucianism and Taoism was draped on his body, and the young man ran away desperately, and the face of the boy was faintly seen on his face.

At this time, his incense aura was filled with incense. He was no longer the ignorant boy at the time. His spirituality was exposed and he was undoubtedly a ninth-grade charlatan.

Although he was already an extraordinary monk and no matter how extraordinary he was, his pupils were full of fear at this moment.

Wherever he saw, he saw a ball of meat floating in the air, and the incense was rich in clouds and mist, holding him in the air, following the young charlatan, chasing him relentlessly.

The incense is sacred, but the meat ball is treacherous and terrifying, and it is completely invisible and cannot be described.

He had many hands and feet on his feet, and he tried his best to grab the things around him, and even twisted faces appeared, including men, women, young and old, and his mouth was full of enthusiasm.

"Those who believe in me will receive eternal life! Return to the infinite Pure Land forever!"

And in the middle of these thousands of faces was the face of the old charlatan, and he kept laughing strangely.

"My baby disciple, where are you going? The master has become a god. Why don't you want to ascend to the throne of God with me? Incense becomes a god, believe in me for eternal life! Come on, come quickly!"

The old charlatan opened his many hands and feet and hugged him towards his disciple, as if he wanted to integrate with him.

"Where is a god in this world? I believe you, a big-headed ghost!" the young charlatan shouted hysterically and fled desperately.

"There is no god? Isn't this the one? If a evil disciple dares to blaspheme the gods, then he will die!" The old charlatan no longer smiled, as cold as a sculpture, and a strange smile on his lips.

"Sentient beings bow and pray, incense, and incense, I am the god, and the god is me!" He had a fanatical face, looked at the sky with his eyes, and countless hands and feet were even bowing.

The strange faces also responded, and they said, "I am the god, and the god is me!"

As soon as these words are finished, please God as if he is invited to himself.

Those strange faces suddenly changed, and they turned into the faces of all gods of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism, shouting at the young genius.

"A evil deed is not obeying the order! Humans and gods are in the same body, and they will be exposed to the opportunity of heaven, so how can they be blasphemed?"

Incense escape technique!

They are tempting, but the young charlatan wishes to grow a few more feet and run faster, the better.

He smashed a censer on the ground, and the incense smelled loudly.

The young charlatan got into it, but with the help of incense, he escaped without shadow.

The fleshy monster roared and chased after him.

But unexpectedly, a dusty figure emerged from the incense pile where he was. Who was it that young charlatan?

He looked at the strange shadow leaving, his face was sad and happy, "Master!"

Finally, he laughed bitterly and left in a hurry.

"Incense is poisonous! What kind of mortals become gods, but in the end they will only turn Tao into evil gods. Is this the ending of the master and my destiny?"

...

As the picture changed, the young charlatan looked like another, wearing a robe of monks, Taoism, Confucianism and other people. He was already middle-aged and was even more crazy.

"Young people, I am a descendant of Taoist ancestors. Those who believe in me will be in the imperial examination school and will ascend to the Western Paradise after death!"

His words were in a mess, his face was fanatical, and very ridiculous.

But I didn't expect...

"Roar! I want to ascend to become an immortal!"

"I want to be a scholar, and I don't pay taxes or food!"

"You can become a Buddha if you die! What are you waiting for?"

...

Wherever the charlatan goes, there are a group of fanatical believers waving flags and shouting for it.

Wherever you go, ordinary people change their colors and are afraid to avoid them.

"That crazy charlatan has come out to harm others again!"

"This is a harmful spirit!"

"I don't know how many people were fooled by this charlatan Li to destroy their family!"

...

The sound was heard, but the charlatan seemed to be endless, and his expression became more and more crazy.

But when it's late at night, he will hold his head with his hands, sweating all over his head.

The incense rolled, and strangely smiling faces appeared in it, peeking at him all the time.

"Great immortal, great immortal, I want to become an immortal with you!"

"If you become a god, take me ascend!"

"A mortal is weak and has no choice but to become a god!"

...

The bewitching voice penetrated into the soul, trying to make the charlatan Li take that completely inhuman step.

The charlatan Lee looked panicked, but he covered his ears and shouted hysterically.

"If you don't listen, if you don't listen, I won't listen!"

"What is the god? All fake ones are fake!"

"The incense is poisonous, I don't want to be a god like a master!"

...

His face changed, as if he was nervous, and he made strange laughs from time to time, becoming less and less like a human being, getting closer and closer to the edge of Taoism.

Any extraordinary thing must come at a price.

The charlatan deceives his words and gains the faith of sentient beings to help him practice.

Incense is poisonous, mixed with distracting thoughts from sentient beings, making the genius lose his rationality.

I'm addicted to incense and can't stop.

Although the charlatan Li knew that he was on a path of no return that turned into a sin, he could no longer get rid of his drug addiction to incense.

Until one day.

He suddenly woke up, but found that he had been tied up by his subordinates and placed on the altar.

"Lord of God, today is the day you become a god. We can finally become one with you and enter the Pure Land of God of Bliss together!"
To be continued...