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Let's face the fear together

Master Huitong looked at the disrespectful look on this guy's face and added helplessly: "Wisdom is Hui, understanding is Tong."

"Ah, Huitong, what a good name." Zhang Luo said perfunctorily, "I don't ask for much. How much money my mother gave you to practice, you give me ten times. Anyway, your business is prosperous, so you won't care about it.

At worst, I can earn back my money by doing a few more rituals."

The first request is very easy, so you monks are lucky that they are still children. It is really just a few rituals. If you can save your life and do it every day, it doesn't matter.

What's more, Bi'an's formal religious people also receive preferential treatment. At least they have enough food and clothing to concentrate on studying religious knowledge.

"Then, you accept me as a lay disciple."

The old monk frowned, and the other monks were puzzled.

"What? Is it very difficult?" Zhang Luo was puzzled.

"I'm afraid the little benefactor doesn't understand my Bianyan's religious policy. I'll wait until I come to you one by one..." Huitong said slowly.

It turns out that, unlike the other world, the government of this world gives preferential treatment to religions. Of course, if you have rights, you also have obligations and responsibilities. Religious affairs are extremely strictly controlled. Generally speaking, you just draw a line: God's return to God, and man's return to God.

Human beings also have strict procedures for the development of religions and lay disciples, and it is by no means just a matter of holding a ceremony.

Because of the spread of cults in this world and the prominent opposition to orthodox governments, which are almost indistinguishable from terrorism, religious affairs are entangled with politics. Recently, ghosts and gods have emerged from people's hearts, and religious affairs have become more stringent, in order to avoid ordinary people.

People are being deceived in large numbers by people with ulterior motives, causing chaos and affecting the foundation of society.

Zhang Luo was also scratching his head at this time. He became a lay disciple just so that he could grow up quickly without going through the bureaucracy to get involved in ghost affairs. This strategy was parallel to the strategy of independently establishing an interest group. In essence, it was not for anything.

But to prevent something.

And if she reveals her supernatural powers in front of Li Qingdai in the future, she can blame the statue of Buddha.

However, he did not expect that this world would be so sensitive to religion, and it was probably related to the historical legacy of this world.

Therefore, Zhang Luo needs to reconsider whether he wants to become a lay disciple. Maybe he will still be treated like Qiao Xi. He doesn't want to do that. In fact, he prefers to read novels and catch up on dramas.

, I am a homebody. But since I came to this world, except when I was lying on the hospital bed, I have been thinking non-stop about things like ghosts and supernatural things or related things.

Leisurely things like reading books and catching up on TV dramas seem like they happened a lifetime ago.

After weighing the situation, Zhang Luo immediately made a decision.

In a society dominated by industry and commerce, bureaucracy is unavoidable and cannot be avoided every day. Since you have the ability, you must also take responsibility. Moreover, with a layer of skin, you can have a lot of freedom.

"It doesn't matter if it's troublesome. I just don't want others to treat me as a monster. Master, do you understand?" Zhang Luo hinted.

Politics, industry, commerce and religion, these three cannot be avoided as long as a civilized society. At this time, he was extremely envious of those who traveled to the fantasy world of high martial arts.

As long as the halo of intelligence is strong enough, even a person without brains can survive, leaving him, the mass-produced version of the protagonist, unmatched.

Huitong nodded, saying that people become better with age. Thinking of the performance of the mother and son just now. He immediately understood the child's thoughts. The mother was not aware of her son's changes for the time being. Considering the ordinary people's acceptance of ghosts and gods,

Spend.

He admired in his heart the child's thoughtfulness and wisdom in his previous actions. Besides, many heroes have gone astray in matters of ghosts and gods. This is still a child. The thought of the devil and the Buddha needs guidance and cannot be ignored. If it is ignored, it will lead to disaster in the future.

Wrong, even his intelligent Buddha mind cannot be at peace.

What's more, there is some established cause and effect. If the puppet hadn't fallen out, the fate of the two parties might have been very different. He actually had some thoughts of recruiting a disciple.

"Amitabha, since the little benefactor is destined to be my Buddha, I will naturally convince your mother. If you are a lay disciple, it is not too difficult to register with the religious office. You just need to go to Mingde Temple to perform a refuge ceremony. I don't know who the little benefactor is.

Are you free?" Huitong asked.

Zhang Luo scratched his head: "Whatever, I've been pretty busy lately. The school was just... well, you know, I just happened to help you see what's going on with this thing."

Several monks were sweating wildly, and we really didn’t want to understand!

The recent incident at Liugu Academy has caused a lot of commotion. The monks are aware of it and have heard various news. Now that I am reminded of it, I can really feel the horror involved.

But the way this junior high school student treats them sounds very casual and very casual.

He looks unreliable, can he really do it?

Several monks looked at the master, and the old monk chanted the Buddha's name: "My Buddha is compassionate, so that's all."

Then he spoke eloquently and was not at all like the slow and leisurely person before: "Then let's go this afternoon? It's better to go sooner rather than later. I haven't been able to sleep well these days. The old man is a light sleeper, and he has to be tortured like this.

We can finally be freed."

Zhang Luo's eyes widened in surprise. Are you dozing off with your eyes squinted? Is that indifferent look because of lack of sleep? No wonder the bags under the eyes are so obvious...

It's over, and the image of the enlightened monk collapsed.

The monks still wanted to say something, but the master pulled them aside to teach the Dharma, admonishing them to be firm and sincere to the Buddha, and to have a firm and kind heart to achieve good results.

He also used the incident of Zhang Luogang's puppet as a teaching material. If he hadn't always insisted on his own mind and devoted himself to Buddha, and would rather feed a tiger with his own body than to involve ordinary people, how could there have been a turn for the better? Could it be that that person

Does taking away the puppet really transfer the bad causes? So this is what Buddha used to torture the true intentions of his followers... and so on.

Several older monks were so reprimanded by the old monk that they looked ashamed.

Then the old monk concluded: "...You have almost reached the age of having disciples and descendants, but the Buddha's heart is still dusty and dull. How can you teach the next generation? This is why Buddhism has declined..."

Zhang Luo recalled the words of his teacher in his previous life: "...you are the worst class I have ever taught!" It seems that they have the same purpose but the same purpose.

He held the puppet and began to think about how to kill her.

The old monk is an old monk after all, and there is no worry about whether he is bragging, because this is a real supernatural event, and both parties know in their hearts that it cannot be fooled by things similar to those of folk magicians.

As long as you come into contact with ghosts, you will take unpredictable risks, because no one knows what this thing is thinking.

The confrontation with a strange and powerful ghost made the blood in Zhang Luo's heart gradually boil.

"I've already killed one of the culprits. After all, destiny is still mine."

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