In Shata Monastery, a meritorious monk who manages incense sells large incense to pilgrims with a shiny face.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the so-called high incense, but the incense of chanting and consecration, and the incense to the Buddha, the wish will go directly to the West Tianling Mountain. This incense is 999 yuan, which is definitely not expensive. ”

The mouth of the meritorious monk hung like a river, and the pilgrims shook their heads and left.

An old monk walked over, frowned at the meritorious monk and said, "Zhikong, how is the incense in front of the Buddha today?" ”

The meritorious monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said ashamedly: "Uncle, our high incense can't be sold." Why don't you reduce the price? ”

The old monk had a calm face and said with a wry smile: "Can't sell it?" I'm afraid you don't want to sell! ”

The meritorious monk said solemnly: "Uncle Shi is surprised, I have been selling high incense all day long, and the junior disciples in the temple have seen it, why did Uncle Shi misunderstand me?" ”

The old monk sighed: "You are gifted and intelligent, and your Buddhism is profound, why do you play yourself as a philistine monk?" Is it wrong for Uncle Shi to let you sell high incense? It's not to improve the food for everyone, now, all over China, where is this not done? ”

The meritorious monk was silent and said for a moment: "As far as I know, the Folin Temple, the Ranzen Temple, and the Kongzhu Temple are not like this. ”

The old monk smiled bitterly: "The three temples were born first, then entered the world, and then came into the world." You don't need to sell incense and candles like a merchant to support yourself. What about us? Why do you think your master began to sell his reputation before his death, and turned Shata Temple into a scenic spot, changing the original place of cultivation? ”

The merit monk continued to be silent.

The old monk lamented: "Amitabha, what are you thinking in your heart, how can my uncle not know...... Forget it, after a while, you will be allowed to go to the Folin Temple to listen to the scriptures. ”

The meritorious monk is happy.

The old monk looked at the pile of incense, had a headache, twisted one, and suddenly a pilgrim came.

"Master, how do you sell incense?"

The old monk was stunned, the pilgrim was a foreign tourist, a man and a woman. The man who spoke was a man, the Chinese language was a little jerky, but the communication was unhindered, the old monk smiled slightly, his withered fingers caressed the incense, and the whole room suddenly glowed with golden light.

The meritorious monk was silent, and the old monk looked at the incense stick and said to the foreign tourist: "33. ”

The foreign man smiled, and handed over three stacks of banknotes: "Why is it so expensive to sell me?" ”

"Amitabha, the donor is not a sincere person who offers incense, so why ask for the price."

"If you don't have incense, it doesn't mean you can't buy incense."

The foreign man crushed the big incense, and those golden lights floated in the air and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"It's magical."

The meritorious monk was stunned and spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy an incense, which is already very absurd, and now he is directly crushing the high incense?

This......

The meritorious monk suddenly was in a trance, and then looked at the foreign man, there was a change, and in the eyes of the Buddha, a European hunter in ancient clothes appeared, carrying a broken cross, and his soul had been vicissitudes. The foreign woman exudes a holy, incomparably beautiful soul, and her soul is as pure as an angel.

Westerners!

"Dare to ask if Your Excellency is an exorcist?"

The foreign man nodded: "My name is Van Helsing, and this is my friend, Molisa." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Zhikong, this is my uncle Yuansong."

The two exorcists came very suddenly, which made Zhikong can't help but be vigilant: "The two of you came to the Han Temple, and they were shining, I don't know what advice you have?" ”

"There are people fighting next to your temple, and we want to borrow the treasure to watch the battle. I wonder if there is any silverware in your temple? ”

"Yes, yes...... What are you going to think? ”

Seeing that the other party did not reject it, Van Helsing glanced at Mo Lisa, who walked to the side of the ritual vessel and nodded to Van Helsing: "It's silver, it's okay." ”

Marisa pulled out a bottle and poured the liquid into the silverware, her fingers rhythmically striking the silverware, the rudimentary syllables, making the room resound with a different kind of religious music.

Van Helsing's whole person became blurred, and he looked at the two monks: "Do you want to be together?" ”

Zhikong nodded subconsciously, and suddenly saw Van Helsing grabbing the void, a shotgun appeared, and slammed into Zhikong's eyebrows, and Zhikong fell on his back!

Van Helsing picked up Zhikong and stuffed it into the silverware.

"Empty Gun Flying Soul...... Norse witchers? The old monk was shocked, and Fan Helsing smiled, concocting the same method, knocking the old monk's soul out of his body.

Two souls stuffed into the silverware, Van Helsing shoved the barrel into his mouth, and bang-

The soul flew out and fell impartially in the silver.

It was as if I was planted headlong in water, and the feeling of suffocation, squeezing, and weightlessness was very uncomfortable.

Sinking to the bottom of the water, Zhikong and Yuansong felt that the buoyancy suddenly disappeared, and they fell to the ground under their feet.

Looking around, the familiar stone wall, the familiar Buddha statue, and the familiar environment.

Killing Table?

Overhead was a silver vortex, and Van Helsing and Moresa also fell. The two of them looked around, on the killing platform, 3 people fainted, and 4 were standing.

"Uncle Shi...... It's Team Leader Lu and someone from the Spiritual Investigation Department......" Zhikong said in a low voice, obviously knowing Team Leader Lu.

But the young man in Taichung and the tattooed monk are not clear.

Van Helsing hugged the two and whispered, "Get ready, the storm is coming." ”

Before Zhikong and Yuansong could react, a gust of wind blew, and their eardrums were torn apart by the sound of the wind.

Buzz Buzz Buzz –

Ringing in the ears followed, and the storm of consciousness tore through the space, engulfing them in it, and then waking up again, their feet dangling in the air, stepping on the stars of the universe.

Two monks, dumbfounded.

In the distance, the two of them were in full swing.

A purple electric cloak, murderous and vigorous, skin and flesh turned purple and black, bound by a copper bracelet, with a hideous expression, and seriously injured.

The other head has long horns, is wrapped in iron chains, the human skin cloak falls behind his back, and there is a round of Buddha moon reflected above, and his gestures are full of strong and unrivaled yang energy.

Qin Kun!! How can you win against me?! ”

Obsession, Buddhism keeps the air, but Miaoshan has an obsession.

The only obsession is the desire to win.

Heaven is not important, earth is not important, wind is not important, light is not important, and even Buddha is not important.

The most important thing is to win!

Obsession is revealed through the mirage, so that Miaoshan can completely turn into demons!

The eyeballs have become pure white, Miao Shan punched out, and cracks appeared in the universe, and the lightning of the nine heavens and ten earths condensed on the surface of the fist, and the killing intent was monstrous.

"Miaoshan, you can kill if you don't enter the Buddha's door, this is the Dharma in your heart?"

Qin Kun pinched Miaoshan's fist with one palm, his body was overpowered, his hair was angry, and the huge pain made Qin Kun burst out with amazing potential, and the Yan Scorpion rope on his body entangled the other party and tore it hard.

The minced meat was all over the sky, the intestines and stomachs flowed out, and beside Team Leader Lu, the staff member couldn't stand the pain of this tearing consciousness and fainted.

Miao Shan's skin and flesh were lost, and a white bone came out of his body in a daze.

Strongest Strike...... Doesn't it work either......

He looked at his bones, and suddenly there was a miserable laugh.

"Then what do you think of the Dharma?"

"I'm a Taoist priest who doesn't enter the stream, how can I understand Buddhism. Shouldn't you ask yourself? Qin Kun was full of embarrassment, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the punch just now, the thunder and lightning penetrated his consciousness, the blood in his chest flowed, and the muscles were as uncomfortable as pinprick when breathing.

"Hah...... Hahaha...... It turns out that I don't even know what Buddhism is, I don't even know what Buddhism is, and I'm still here to fight with you?! ”

The white bones roared loudly, and the stars of the universe exploded one after another, turned into dust, and then disappeared.

Qin Kun was stunned for a moment, and found that Bai Gu was sitting cross-legged, chanting Buddha in his mouth, as if he was about to turn into nothingness with the universe.

"What are you going to do?!" Qin Kun exclaimed.

"Amitabha, I am the true lineage of the Buddha Temple, but it is difficult to understand Prajna. If you don't stop yourself from the world, how can you be worthy of Master's teachings? ”

"Are you crazy?!" Qin Kun's nostrils spewed out a rough breath: "You are self-determined in the mirage, and you are a vegetative person when you come out, do you want to let the Folin Temple raise you for the rest of your life?" ”

Bai Gu wept: "Qin Kun, bring a message to the master for me, enter the Buddha without regrets in this life, and exchange purple clothes and white bones for light dust." In the next life, if you re-cultivate the Bodhi Dharma, you will not realize the truth. ”

The white bones were peeled apart inch by inch, and Qin Kun burst out: "If you want to die, you have to ask me if I agree!" ”