As soon as these words came out, there was silence in front of Ksitigarbha Temple.
The people of Jinsang City looked at each other, as if they didn't believe that this was coming from the words of Wan Shao City Lord.
Li Chen, who was high up, narrowed his eyes, but a question flashed in his mind.
Why is the dignified Young Lord of Jinsang City in the Dizang Temple?
"Unjustly accused!"
Old man Wu acted according to the opportunity. Suddenly he let out a wail and burst into tears.
"Unjustly accused! Young City Lord!"
City Lord Wan Shao frowned slightly, his eyes were obviously unkind, and he said in a cold voice: "What grievance do you have?"
When Old Man Wu heard this, his heart trembled for no reason, but he still managed to stay calm and responded in a trembling voice: "Young City Lord Mingjian, my mother-in-law died after drinking the 'sacred water' in the temple."
"You must make the decision for me."
City Lord Wan Shao turned his eyes, moved lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Did you die after drinking the divine water?"
Old Man Wu nodded heavily: "It's absolutely true!"
"Ha, what a joke!
Master Lihuang of Dizang Temple was personally appointed by the Emperor.
You can even use divine water to cure the plague, so why did you harm a mere old woman alone?"
City Lord Wan Shao's eyes fell increasingly coldly on the old man.
Old Man Wu couldn't help but shudder, and he shrank his neck and looked a little timid.
But next to him, Wang Zaoshi stood tall with a determined look on his face: "How sad~"
"Using evil and stupid people to hollow out the people is really a waste of money. This hundred-year disaster must be punished for their crimes!"
Wang Zaishi spoke uprightly and was neither humble nor arrogant.
Others may be afraid of this Wan Shao City Lord, but I am not afraid at all.
Because Wang Zaishi was the first teacher of City Lord Wan Shao.
Moreover, at that time City Lord Wan was still bent on getting his son married to Miss Wang's family.
But she was rejected by Miss Wang!
It was also from that time that City Lord Wan Shao began to hate his teacher with love.
That's why he never forgets the Wang family mother and daughter.
But at this time, in front of everyone, he had a fake smile on his face: "Student Wan Lei has seen your respected teacher."
He cupped his hand slightly, but there was no hint of respect.
"Teacher, I heard that my wife was also affected by the plague. I wonder how she is doing now?"
Before he finished speaking, the crowd burst out with an angry curse: "You are obviously colluding with those monks and colluding with each other!"
"Stop pretending to be benevolent and righteous here."
Everyone looked at the sound, but it turned out to be Zhao Chuan, the disciple who had just entered Jixia Academy!
His face was full of anger and he was arrogant, and he had the spirit of a madman of the Spring and Autumn Period.
Wan Lei's eyes narrowed, but an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It turns out to be Brother Zhao."
"It's just collusion and slander, but it's inappropriate."
"Master Lichen is the disciple of Shasheng Buddha and the 'Master Lihuang' appointed by Emperor Zhou."
"Now that you have come to Jinsang City, I, the city lord, naturally have the responsibility to take good care of you."
"What's more, the mage has cured the plague in our Jinsang City as soon as he came. Why is this life-saving act called so disgusting by Brother Zhao?"
Wan Lei's eyes were burning, falling on Zhao Chuan's face, with a hint of killing intent.
"Master Lihuang? A life-saving move?"
"Young City Master, I'm afraid you are joking."
But at this moment, Ximen the Butcher, who was holding two sharp knives for deboning, suddenly shouted.
"Before those monks came, we, Jinsang City, lived and worked in peace and contentment, but after they came, the plague also came."
"Hmph, I can't tell but it was them who caused the plague?"
Ximen Butcher's words seemed to be careless, but they hit the hearts of the people of Jinsang City.
"That's right! There's something wrong with those monks!"
"They must have brought this plague!"
Wan Lei shook his head and said with a smile: "The imperial court has already issued an announcement."
"How could Master Lihuang do such a despicable trick if he has taken part in creation?"
"Those monks are fake!"
Old man Wu suddenly summoned up the courage and shouted.
And this is exactly what Li Chen told him to say.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the several monks behind Wan Lei froze.
The leading monk in cassocks came out of the crowd with a smile on his face: "Amitabha."
"The donor must not lie. The poor monk is the real 'Master Lihuang'."
After speaking, he pointed to the cassock on his body.
"With the 'twenty-five cassocks' rewarded by the emperor as proof, it cannot be faked."
But at this moment, a Buddha's name came from the distance.
"Amitabha."
"What a coincidence, the poor monk also happens to have a 'twenty-five cassock' here."
Li Chen and Li Sao had already arrived and stood right in front of Old Man Wu.
At this time, Li Chen was wearing the 'twenty-five cassock'.
"Why are there two more monks?"
"They don't seem to be in the same group."
"Why are there so many pieces of twenty-five cassocks?"
"Of course that's impossible."
"There is only one piece of twenty-five cassocks, but some are true and some are false."
"Who is real and who is fake?"
While everyone was talking about it, the expression of Master Lihuang in front of Ksitigarbha Temple changed slightly.
He stared at the young monk in front of him.
His eyes swept over Li Chen's face, and finally settled on the single hair on his head.
That's right, the jade-faced monk and the one-haired monk!
He actually actually killed the Buddha!
The fake monk forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, but there was no trace of fear on his face.
There was a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth: "Amitabha."
"There are rumors in the world that someone is pretending to be Master Ben to do evil, but I didn't expect Master Jiao Ben to be involved in it."
"Donor, there is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around, you will find shore."
He had his hands clasped together and his eyes were full of compassion. At first glance, he looked like an enlightened monk.
It’s just that no matter how good your acting skills are, they will still be poor in front of me.
Li Chen also put his hands together in a salute: "Master, you haven't said which of our cassocks is authentic?"
Without waiting for the cassocked monk to answer, a thick black-skinned monk behind him said in a loud voice:
"Hahaha, monk, your cassock is in shabby condition, how dare you call yourself 'Twenty-five cassocks'?"
"If you are still messing around here, don't blame me, the Eight-Armed King Kong, Li Sao for being rude to you!"
Li Sao's eyes lit up: "Wait!"
"Who do you think you are?"
But the monk looked disdainful: "I am the mighty Eight-Armed King Kong, Master Li Sao!"
Li Sao danced when she heard this: "Okay, okay!"
"This name is loud and fits my temperament."
"Brother, did you hear that the 'Eight-Armed King Kong' sounds much better than the 'Yimao Monk'~"
At this moment, Li Sao did not forget to joke.
"Stop talking nonsense! Before this mage goes on a killing spree, I advise you to leave as soon as possible!"
But it was at this time that the 'Master Lihuang' raised his hand to stop his junior brother.
Turning to Li Chen, he smiled and said, "The monk asked knowingly."
"Of course the little monk's cassock is real."
The cassock of 'Master Lihuang' is as new as a wash, and its whole body emits golden light. It does not look like an ordinary thing.
But the genuine piece on Li Chen's body was dull, with different colors and was washed out.
"Yeah?"
"Take a closer look."
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of Buddha lights suddenly appeared from Li Chen's body, condensing into the shadows of eminent monks with solemn treasures.