Three days later, the reincarnation of the disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva opened an altar to preach the scriptures and preach the Mahayana Buddhism!

As soon as the news came out, a whirlwind suddenly blew in Zhou Jing. The people of Zhou Jing have heard too many boasting about the leaflets during this period. Some people believe it, but most people don’t believe it because the holy monk never shows up. I’m afraid he is not a liar? Now, he finally shows up. Whether he believes it or not, he is full of curiosity and wants to hear what Mahayana Buddhism is.

Outside the Demon-Suppressing Temple, monks from all kinds of temples who criticized the Holy Monks as liars every day, finally got the opportunity. They were ready to expose these scammers in three days and restore peace to Buddhism.

The next day, not far from the Demon Suppression Temple, there was a newly built inn.

Nie Tianba and ten blood-robed men stared at the direction of the Demon Suppressing Temple.

"Two days later? The holy monk opened an altar to preach?" a man in blood robe said in a deep voice.

"If you start an altar and preach, just preach! Why do you find so many disciples of the immortal sect to surround me?" Another man in blood robe frowned.

"I have found out clearly. Wang Keshou had an accident when he opened an altar and preached, so he invited Zhou Jing, the disciples of the righteous immortal sect in the four weeks to come and help guard for a few days!" Nie Tianba explained.

"Are the righteous disciples around Zhou Jing crazy? Why should I listen to Wang Ke?" A man in blood robe said uncomfortable.

"Uh, I found out that Wang Ke paid them one for each person, worth 5,000 kilograms of spirit stones!" Nie Tianba explained.

"Five thousand kilograms of spirit stones? At this glance, there are twenty golden elixir realms. These are ten thousand kilograms of spirit stones? Wang Ke is really willing to spend a lot of money!" A man in blood robe said in surprise.

Nie Tianba's face froze: "It's not a hundred thousand kilograms of spirit stones, it's insurance worth 100,000 kilograms of spirit stones. Insurance! In fact, Wang Ke didn't pay a penny, he just gave out twenty pieces of paper!"

The men in the blood robe were stunned and came out twenty pieces of paper?

"They are all crazy!" A man in blood robe stared at him and said in shock.

The men in the blood robe have been in the Lotus Blood Cave for the past six months and don’t know much about the outside world’s righteousness and demons. This also leads to the fact that insurance policies have become a hard currency for 100,000 yuan.

"What should we do now? A group of righteous disciples guarding the Demon Suppressing Temple. How do we catch the holy monk? How do we explain to the Rat King?" a man in blood robe said in a deep voice.

"I think, why don't we wait until this sensation is over before we catch the holy monk?" Nie Tianba suggested kindly.

"Fuck, what a bad idea!" a man in blood robe said disdainfully.

Nie Tianba's face froze: "No, that king is very dangerous! I have fallen into his hands several times!"

"You are you, we are us! You are incompetent, and you don't seem to be incompetent, okay?" A man in blood glared.

"That's it! The first level of the Golden Dan Realm, I'm so embarrassed to point fingers at us!"

"You just became the Golden Pill Realm, you are still a little tender!"

"Wait? What do you know? Many things, if you wait, they will be variables!"

"If the holy monk runs away, where can we make sense?"

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A group of men in blood robe criticized Nie Tianba, and Nie Tianba heard it for a long time and didn't know how to reply.

"I have a way, let's dig a tunnel? Just so happen that the rat demons under the Rat King are all good at digging holes?"

"Hey, this idea is good. God didn't know that he appeared under the Demon Suppressing Temple without realizing it. He suddenly appeared, snatched the Holy Monk and ran away?"

"Good idea, I heard that the Holy Monk lives in the main hall of the Demon Suppressing Temple every day. As long as you dig it there, it's fine!"

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The more a group of men in blood robe spoke, the more excited they became.

Nie Tianba's face changed: "No, you don't know. There was a man named Tong An'an who used to dig a tunnel to deal with Wang Ke, but he fell all over!"

A group of men in blood robe looked at Nie Tianba.

"You are sick, we don't want to deal with Wang Ke!"

"That's right, we want to capture the holy monk!"

"What Tong An'an has nothing to do with us. As long as you don't inform us, how could they know our plans?"

"That's right, our plan is perfect. If something goes wrong, there is only one possibility, which is the secret you told!"

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A group of people scolded Nie Tianba.

Nie Tianba: “…………………!”

I'm here with you, are you here to get angry? I have to rely on me for everything?

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Three days passed in a flash!

The holy monk opened an altar to preach and preached Mahayana Buddhism. How many people in Zhoujing came to watch, how many immortal disciples stationed in Zhoujing came to listen to the sutras. Similarly, many monks who were looking for trouble were ready to pick up mistakes when the holy monk preached, and they made mistakes, put them down from the altar, and restored the Buddhist sect to purify them.

Inside, separated by a wall, Wang Ke, Zhang Zhengdao, and Monk Bujie were all silent as they listened to the noisy sounds outside.

"Wang, Wang Ke, there are so many people coming. Do you really want me to tell you about that thing?" Monk Bujie looked at Wang Ke worriedly.

"Nonsense, we have been practicing for three days and are about to start. Do you still want to give up? What is that thing? It is called Mahayana Buddhism!" Wang Ke said with a glaring eyes.

"No, we compiled these. I have ready-made Buddhist scriptures, and I can tell them very well!" Monk Bujie finally advised.

Wang Ke glared: "We are talking about Mahayana Buddhism. What's the use of your Hinayana Buddhism?"

Monk Bujie: “…………………!”

"Okay, act according to the plan, just don't make mistakes! Go to the cushion and start talking later!" Wang Ke glared at Monk Bujie.

Monk Bujie's face was stiff for a long time, and finally sighed slightly, and sat down under the Buddha statue in the Demon Suppression Temple.

"Zhang Zhengdao, go to the underground secret room and be on guard with the lightning whip!" Wang Ke said in a deep voice.

"Why? When we were opening the altar to preach, there were still people who were sneaking attacks on Monk Bujie in full view?" Zhang Zhengdao said in shock.

"Who knows? What if someone is not interested in Mahayana Buddhism? You must know that among ordinary religious believers, there are often crazy believers. If you attack Monk Bujie at that time, we will be prepared!" Wang Ke explained.

"Uh? OK, okay! But I always feel that you are playing a bit big this time, so don't take it off!" Zhang Zhengdao nodded blankly.

"Don't worry, no!" Wang Ke shook his head.

Zhang Zhengdao was silent for a while, but after all, he didn't say anything. He stepped through the mechanism on the side and arrived directly below the Demon-Suppressing Temple, guarding the newly dug underground palace.

The underground palace was exactly the same as the one in Zhuxian Town, and it was pitch black. Zhang Zhengdao spread the lightning whip and waited patiently.

The sound insulation of this underground palace is not very good. Zhang Zhengdao happened to sit in the corner of the underground palace, preparing to listen to how Wang Ke brags outside.

At the Demon-Suppressing Temple above, Wang Ke solemnly said to Monk Bujie: "Holy Monk, are we starting?"

Monk Bujie sat on the cushion, his face twitched, and nodded.

Wang Ke stepped out of the gate of the main hall of the Demon Suppressing Temple and spoke: "The holy monk's decree is to open an altar to preach the scriptures, and those who listen to the scriptures are allowed to enter!"

Wang Ke spoke, and suddenly, the Wang family opened the gate of the courtyard.

For a moment, the monks and people outside the door rushed in and soon filled the main temple of the Demon Suppression Temple. This was not counting, because it was allowed to enter, and the courtyard walls were full of people, staring at the dark hall of the Demon Suppression Temple.

Although it was daytime, the hall was dark and I could see a monk sitting under the Buddha statue inside. The monk was sitting quietly, like a sculpture.

"Holy monk? Aren't you going to open an altar to preach? Why don't you come out when you sit in the hall?" A monk said sarcastically with a cold eyes.

There was a burst of ridicule of cooperation everywhere.

"Shut up!" Wang Ke glared and shouted.

This silence made everyone calm down in an instant, and they looked at Wang Ke in shock. What were you calling?

"Didn't you see it? You are also a Buddhist practitioner. Don't you know what the holy monk is doing?" Wang Ke said angrily.

"What is the holy monk doing? Aren't he going to open an altar to preach?" the monk mocked.

"The holy monk is talking to the ghosts in the underworld and pleads for the ghosts who are dead in vain!" Wang Ke explained.

Monks: “…………………!”

Just brag! You can communicate with the underworld? He is just a mortal? He who has no cultivation at all can communicate with the underworld?

"Do you think the holy monks are so idle every day like you? The holy monks will collect countless resentful spirits with Mahayana Buddhism every day, and communicate with the hell in the underworld and plead with the judge of hell! There is no kung fu to deal with you every day, and only you make trouble every day, so that the King of Zhou will issue an order to force the holy monk to prove himself. Otherwise, there is no kung fu to preach to you, hum!" Wang Ke snorted coldly.

"Wang Ke, do you still want to deceive us? It's time for this, who can you deceive? Mahayana Buddhism? Humph, today we are here to listen to Mahayana Buddhism. If we don't convince us, we will smash the Demon-Suppressing Temple to avoid defiling the reputation of the Bodhisattva!" The monk stared at him and said angrily.

"If you like to listen, listen, and if you don't listen, get out. What are you shouting? Are you preaching or a holy monk preaching?" Wang Ke said with a glaring eyes.

The monk: “……………!”

Didn’t you talk nonsense first?

"Hmph, okay, we don't speak. We listen to the Mahayana Buddhism of the Holy Monk. However, we have a speech to argue for the sutra. If the holy monk says something false and we argue for it, we will be rude to you!" the monk said coldly.

"That's right, we are waiting for your Mahayana Buddhism and then argue with the holy monks! Let the people around us understand what a liar is!" a group of monks said coldly.

"Amitabha!" The monk Bujie in the hall of the Demon Suppressing Temple suddenly spoke.

Suddenly, everyone around him calmed down, and many people looked at the main hall with suspicious eyes, wanting to hear what Mahayana Buddhism is.

"The underworld in the underworld has a place where evil ghosts are imprisoned, called the Eighteen-level hell. The evil ghosts who imprison the human world into the underworld. Once they enter the Eighteen-level hell, it is difficult to be reborn. The first level is the hell of tongue pulling out! Anyone who is still living in the world sows discord, slanders and harms people, is slick, argues cleverly, and liars will be thrown into the hell of tongue pulling out after death! The little ghost pierces the man's mouth, clamps his tongue with iron pliers, and pulls it out again. It is not just pulled out at once, but stretches it and slowly pulls it..." Monk Bujie preached.

At this opening, all the monks who came to find fault were stunned.

Damn, we just want to argue with you. Why do you threaten us as soon as you come up? You said we are sowing discord, arguing with clever words, and going to the hell of tongue-pulling?

Is this a word to block us? Is it still a matter of letting us debate? We debate the scriptures, which is called a clever argument? We expose you to the people, which is called sow discord? We are going to the hell of tongue-pulling?

Just say it, what do you do in such a detailed way? We are all creepy when we hear it!

Many disciples of the Immortal Sect also stared at the holy monk in the Demon Suppressing Temple. This holy monk is a ruthless character. He never shows up and never speaks these days. This is a ruthless move! Whoever argues with him will go to the hell of tongue-pulling? It's so cruel!
Chapter completed!