Who the hell is causing trouble in my shop? Don’t you want to live? Baozi heard the noise and walked out, arriving before anyone else.
Brother Baozi, it’s me! I bit my cigarette and smiled lightly.
Oh my God, it's Brother Qin. I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that your brother made a big fuss in Kongming Mountain and failed to see Wang Tianya last night, but the scenery became famous. Baozi hugged me and said hello.
Haha, there was indeed a scene. How did you know we were the ones who killed Wang Tianya? I asked with a smile.
In the entire Jiangdong, anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that it was the two of them who did it. Except for you two, who has the courage to offend the old thief Wang? But it’s such a good thing to kill happily and relieve one’s anger. You don’t even call me two brothers.
, It’s not interesting enough! Baozi complained.
Haha, it’s nothing to kill the old thief Wang, this time I come to your brothers to join forces to do something big, I said.
Brother Qin, why are you wearing a mask? Baozi asked. I took off the mask and revealed that blood-red face. The two of them had saved my life, so there was no need to hide it, so they simplified the matter of killing Zhang Xianzhong and arousing murderous intent.
Said it a bit.
Baozi was frightened when he heard this. Brother Qin, your brother is really brave and dangerous.
As for you, I haven’t seen you for a long time. You have put on weight. You have been doing a lot of business recently, I ask.
Baozi waved his hands and said angrily, Brother Qin, don't mention it. Ever since I helped you escape in the Yin Division last time, damn, my brothers are still wanted in Piaomiao City. There is no way out. I haven't gone out to find work much recently. Except for one day.
Eating and sleeping, I almost choked my eggs.
By the way, Brother Qin, what work do you have this time?
I told the story about the collusion between Fakong and the Yin Si Master Fan. The dumpling over there also let go of the cauliflower and came over with a swollen face. Damn it, it turns out that Xiangyun Temple has such a mystery.
That's right, I came to you this time to join forces to kill Fakong, just for fun. I wonder if the two brothers are interested? I asked solemnly.
Brother Qin, you have found the right person. My two brothers are idle. You can tell us when to start and what we need to do. Baozi excitedly beat his chest and agreed immediately.
Tomorrow is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s birthday, and Fa Konghui will open a Dharma altar at Xiangyun Temple to lecture on sutras. Let’s disturb his situation, I said.
Hehe, this time he must make a fuss, that's it, Baozi said.
Damn fat man, see you tomorrow! Cauliflower gave the dumplings a middle finger and walked out the door with me.
Bearded man, stay away if you have the guts, virtue! Dumpling spat and cursed.
On July 24th, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s birthday, at nine o’clock, Abbot Fakong will personally lecture to believers to save all sentient beings...
There are promotional posters everywhere when walking on the streets, and advertisements for Xiangyun Temple are everywhere on the TV walls on high-rise buildings.
Wow, Master Fakong is so handsome! From time to time, you can hear the screams of nymphomaniacs on the roadside.
Old demon, let’s see how you show up and make a fool of yourself tomorrow! Caihua sneered.
With excitement and excitement, I worked hard all night, and at dawn, I heard the deafening sound of gongs and drums from Xiangyun Temple.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Jiangdong was more lively than ever before. I saw overwhelming Dharma flags along the streets all the way to Xiangyun Temple. The road was blocked by water. The abbot of Xiangyun Temple, Fa Kong, made a far-reaching statement and there were many believers, not only in this city, but also in other places.
He rushed to Jiangdong overnight.
Listening to the bombastic propaganda on the radio station, Caihua was very annoyed. She turned off the radio station, honked the horn a few times, and said angrily, Brother Qin, I think at this rate, when we get to Xiangyun Temple, Fukong will close their stalls.
That makes sense, get off the car and walk instead! I thought about it and said.
The two of them got out of the car, threw the Hummer on the road, and couldn't care less, and hurried towards Xiangyun Temple.
Far away, you can hear Fa Kong's loud and magnetic voice reaching straight into the sky. It works better than any loudspeaker and can be heard clearly from a mile away.
When we arrived at Xiangyun Temple, there were already crowds of people inside and outside the temple. All the believers were sitting cross-legged. In order to hear Fakong's voice, the roads outside the temple were also full of believers.
These people are all fans of Fakong. They stubbornly believe that even if they cannot see the image of the Dharma, it is still good to listen to the sound. The closer they are to Xiangyun Temple, the stronger the Buddha's grace they will be tainted.
Hey, what a bunch of stupid people, no wonder Fakong's cultivation has grown so fast, it's all thanks to these people," Caihua frowned and cursed.
Does cultivation have anything to do with believers? I asked as I walked up the mountain.
To be honest, Fakong's voice is really good. Although I don't know what the Buddhist scriptures he refers to mean, he sounds quite comfortable. I think this old demon must have done some research on Buddhism.
Belief, whether it is Buddha, Tao or even Christ, the power of belief cannot be ignored. The thoughts of one person have no god, the thoughts of ten thousand people, and the thoughts of tens of thousands of people can even reverse the way of heaven. Do you think it is useful? Caihua said.
Detouring from the mountain to the temple, Caihua and I squeezed through the dense crowd of believers and approached the Dharma altar. The Dharma altar was ten feet high. Dharma Kong was wearing a golden and red jade cassock and an eight-sided Buddha hat. He was sitting with a majestic appearance.
On top of that, he talks eloquently and has a wonderful Buddhist tone, which is quite impressive.
Those believers were fascinated by what they heard. Even though Caihua and I looked weird, no one paid any attention to us. We didn't even react at all to the stinky smell in the plastic bag.
Damn it, does it sound so good? Everyone seemed possessed, I muttered, kicked an old man over, and continued walking forward.
The Buddhist scriptures of Fakong contain magic methods mixed with evil spirits, so they will naturally become possessed by evil spirits, Caihua said.
After squeezing to the altar, Caihua became a little anxious. She raised her head and glanced at Fa Kong and cursed, Damn, the altar is so high, how can we do anything?
After smashing the altar and getting him down, I looked around. Although there were many armed policemen in Xiangyun Temple to maintain order, they were all pushed to the outside by the believers and could not be used.
There are only a few blue-faced disciples protecting the Dharma around the altar. It would be a good idea to smash the altar by force.
Just as Caihua was about to take action, Fakong suddenly recited a Buddha's name, and the several Dharma-protecting disciples attacked me and Caihua, and their skills were not bad.
It seemed that it would be impossible if we didn't deal with these miscellaneous things. Caihua cursed and rushed to fight with those monks.
Close combat is my strength. Although I dare not act murderously, I am not afraid with Tai Chi Changquan and Yu Bu. After a few rounds, the monk was defeated by Caihua and I.
The strange thing is that Fakong didn't seem to be worried at all. There was a fierce fight under the altar, but the grandson still sat upright and continued to preach, and none of the believers got up to scold him. The scene was extremely strange.
Break the law!
Caihua raised her long knife and slashed at the wooden pillar under the altar, "Namo Amitabha!" Fa Kong shouted the Buddha's name again, and the believers seemed to wake up from their sleep. Seeing that we were trying to make trouble, they started to dig in.
Their ancestral graves were still agitated, and dense crowds of people rushed toward me and Caihua.
Kill these two scumbags for blaspheming Buddhism!
Where are the monsters and ghosts from? Kill them!
I don’t know who shouted, but fists, leather shoes, and high heels came to me and Caihua like raindrops.
Damn it, what kind of Buddha are you chanting? If you beat me to death, wouldn’t you also be breaking the precept of killing? I yelled, raised my hands and shouted.
Damn it, you bunch of idiots, get out of here! Caihua is going to kill someone with her knife when she gets anxious.
I quickly grabbed him, you are crazy, they are not disciples of the evil sect, Yin soldiers!
These are just believers who have been deceived by Fakong. If we start killing, then we two will become real murderers. The evil-killing sect, Yin soldiers, and corpse soldiers can be ruthless, but these are solid ordinary people.
Caihua feinted twice, took a step back, and shouted: "You are crazy, Fa Kong is a monster! You have all been deceived."
"You are the monster!"
"Look at you like this, you're not much more than a monster. If you dare to insult Holy Monk Fakong, beat him to death!"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Caihua and I raised our heads and glanced at Fakong. The grandson was raising the corners of his mouth and smiling like a girl, full of charm.
"Grandma, I didn't expect this. They are all going crazy!" Caihua and I were forced to retreat to the front of the Dharma Hall. We had no choice but to retreat.
"Brother Qin, run, don't use the knife, we will be beaten to death." Caihua took the knife, danced a few times, and panted.
I have seen the horror of the human sea tactic. No wonder even the founder of the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Zhenren Xuanmen Master, was surrounded by Mongolian soldiers. In the face of the human sea tactic, personal strength is too weak.
Just when the two of us were in a desperate situation and were about to be trampled to pieces, a huge creature burst in with a rumbling sound.
"Brother Qin, don't panic, we are coming."
"Didi!" Baozi honked the horn twice, and when I saw it, it turned out to be a fire truck. Dumpling was standing on the water cannon, and when he turned on the water gun, a stream of smelly blood spurted out.
The strong air pressure sprayed the believers with blood, and they fled one after another. Many people were trampled and screamed.
"Haha! Old thief Fa Kong, I'll hit you to death!" Baozi stepped on his full power and the fire truck knocked over the altar, shouting: "Brother Qin, Caihua, get in the car and play!"
Caihua and I took the opportunity to jump into the water tank behind the car. Fa Kong saw that the altar was broken and fell down in the air. He stumbled on the ground for a few steps before he regained his balance.