"There is no way for good or evil, but man calls himself; The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow。。。。。。 In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the old abbot was lecturing to the surrounding monks and pilgrims, a group of monks closed their eyes and listened attentively, and the pilgrims also knelt on the ground and folded their hands with a pious face.

"What a sentence 'The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow'!" Wang Yin walked in and said to the abbot: "I just don't know what the abbot thinks of the 'evil' of your temple?!" ”

When everyone in the hall heard this, they turned their heads to look, only to see a little Langjun walking in with a little lady, and at this moment the little Langjun was standing in front of the abbot and looking down at him condescendingly.

"Amitabha, the benefactor's words are wrong." The old abbot closed his eyes and did not look up at Wang Yin: "This is the holy land of Buddhism, and it has the majesty of the Buddha, so why is it evil." ”

"Click!"

As soon as the abbot finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strong wind blow across his cheeks, and then his ears heard the sound of something hitting the ground.

The old abbot looked up and saw that a weapon that looked like a sword and not a knife was being inserted into the ground of the main hall at this moment, only three inches away from him.

A trace of cold sweat slid down the back of the old abbot's head, but because it was in the blind spot of the sight, everyone did not see it.

"What does the donor mean by that?" The old abbot finally raised his head and looked at Wang Yin, pretending to be calm.

"That's right, you little Langjun ran to the holy land of Buddhism to dance with knives and guns, it's disrespectful!" The pilgrims in the hall also denounced Wang Yin one after another.

Wang Yin glanced at them and found that there were both rich and poor people inside, looking at him angrily one by one, especially those poor people staring at him deadly, as if the most sacred realm in his heart had been desecrated.

People were looking at Wang Yin angrily, but suddenly their eyes were swept like this, and everyone only felt cold all over their bodies, and immediately shut up and didn't dare to say anything.

What kind of eyes are that?!

Everyone even thought that if they looked at them one more time, they would die.

"Buddha Gate Holy Land?" Wang Yin no longer paid attention to these pilgrims, and continued to stare at the old abbot: "I think it's almost the same place to hide filth and dirt!" ”

"Amitabha!" The old abbot squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Yin: "Donor, how can the holy land of Buddhism be desecrated." ”

"Hey, you old guy is reasonable, aren't you?" Wang Yin glanced at him: "Then let me ask you, what's going on with the doorless courtyard in the backyard?" ”

"The backyard is the living place of the monks, and the donor trespasses without permission, doesn't he regard this Tang law as nothing?" The old monk did not answer Wang Yin's question, but instead backhanded him to the army.

Wang Yin paid attention to it, although the old guy looked calm when he spoke, but the slightly trembling fingers still showed that his master was not so calm.

Looks like this old guy knows everything about it!

"Old fellow, I don't have the patience to play with you, if you don't explain honestly, I'll send you to see your Buddha today!" Wang Yin grabbed the clothes on his chest and picked up the old abbot.

"Stop!" At this time, the surrounding monks stood up and looked at Wang Yin: "Quickly let go of the abbot." ”

"What if I say no?" Wang Yin glanced at them and said lightly.

Now Wang Yin has no good impression of these monks at all, if it weren't for the fact that there may not be all bad monks here, Wang Yin would have started to tear down this broken temple a long time ago.

"The city guards are not far from the temple, and if the donor doesn't let go, I can't wait to invite them." The monks looked at Wang Yin and replied.

"Then you can go." Wang Yin didn't care, and then looked at the pilgrims in the hall: "It's time for you to see the true face of this so-called Buddhist holy land." ”

Immediately, Wang Yin briefly told the story of the backyard, of course, he picked it up and said it, and did not mention Cheng Lingxue.

Hearing that this kind of thing happened in the temple, everyone was obviously stunned for a moment, and then their faces were full of disbelief: "You little Langjun is talking nonsense, how can this kind of thing happen in the holy land of Buddhism?" Your slander is outrageous! ”

"Donor! How can the reputation of Buddhism be allowed to be slandered by you like this! At this time, the old abbot spoke, looked at him and said with a stern face: "The donor is so angry, I'm afraid he didn't provoke the hungry ghost of the Yaksha!" Why don't you let the old man recite a scripture to help the donor go to this hungry ghost, and the donor's heart will be clear. ”

Then the old abbot said to everyone: "Don't resent this benefactor, he is now possessed by a hungry ghost, and his words and deeds are controlled by a hungry ghost at this moment. Wait for the old man to recite a scripture to help him exorcise the evil spirits from his body. ”

When they heard this, they believed it, and they knelt on the ground and folded their hands reverently.

"It's ridiculous!" Wang Yin threw the old abbot on the ground and pointed to the Buddha statue in the main hall: "If I am really a hungry ghost, then this room full of gods and Buddhas has not become an ornament?" Leave me here? It seems that your Buddha is not good! ”

"Amitabha!" The old abbot sorted out his clothes and folded his hands: "The donor's words are wrong, my Buddha is merciful, this is exactly what the Buddha gave the donor a chance to change." ”

After the old abbot finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to read the scriptures.

Made! Why are these little bastards so slow to invite a city guard!

"The acting is not bad." Wang Yin pulled the crimson empress out of the ground and handed it to the front of the old abbot's neck: "It's a pity that I'm not interested in playing with you." ”

"You little Langjun really don't know what to do, the abbot is kind enough to help you get rid of the hungry ghosts, you don't appreciate it, now you are pointing a knife at the abbot like this, do you still want to commit murder in front of so many people?!" Seeing this, the pilgrims denounced again.

"Brother Yin, or forget it... Let's go back. Seeing this, Cheng Lingxue pulled Wang Yin's arm and whispered.

Although she was resentful in her heart, she didn't want Wang Yin to bring unnecessary trouble because she did something that damaged his reputation.

You must know that the monks ran out just now, but it has been a while, and it is estimated that the city guards are also about to arrive.

Hearing everyone say this, the old abbot felt stable in his heart: he didn't believe that Wang Yin really dared to kill himself in front of so many people.

"The Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell', if I kill me, I can calm the donor's anger, then the donor will do it." The old abbot said with the old god there.

Hearing the old abbot say this, Wang Yin smiled evilly: "As you wish." ”

"Poof!"

"Gollum...

Blood gushed out, and the old abbot's head rolled a few times on the ground and stopped beside a pilgrim.

The whole hall suddenly fell silent...

Everyone stared blankly at the scene in front of them, as if they were frozen there.