"Soul Breaking Tea, Six Desires Cake, and Forgetting Love Soup, the three are combined into one, it is for Meng Po Soup, the living take it, the seven feelings are broken, the six desires are eliminated, and people are like blank paper, oh... The Walking Dead is the best way to describe it..."

"Then if you plant a wisp of obsession in the body of the person who drinks Meng Po soup, he will become a fanatical believer who only has faith, but no seven emotions and six desires..."

"This is a good way to scavenge the power of faith..."Yun Shibao looked at Shi Tie Hammer and the other "people" whose expressions had changed drastically, and said with a smile.

At the moment when the self-service reincarnation machine prompt sounded just now, Yun Shibao had basically guessed everything in Qinglin Town.

In myths and legends, after death, people will pass through dangerous places such as Vicious Dog Ridge and Daoshan Prison, and then come to Wangxiang Terrace, and look back at their relatives in the yang world for the last time.

Walking through the Wangxiang Terrace, it is the Meng Po Bridge, there is an old woman on the bridge who will give a bowl of soup to the deceased soul passing by, called Meng Po Soup, after drinking the Meng Po Soup, all the past events are gone.

Yun Shibao didn't know if the soup made by this stone hammer with the combination of Soul Breaking Tea, Six Desires Cake, and Forgetful Soup was related to the legendary Meng Po Soup, but one thing was certain, this method was confirmed to be the means of the ghost king of the Netherworld Ghost Mountain.

The ghost king of Bishan is walking in the netherworld, and people who are a little more normal will not worship a ghost king as a believe, so that after the ghost king of Bishan becomes a god, if he wants to go further, he needs to use some means to collect the power of faith required for advancement.

And Meng Po soup can make people cut off seven emotions and six desires, supplemented by obsession, people become fanatical believers who are not born or die, only "faith", and the power of faith provided to the ghost king of Bishan is naturally extremely expensive.

"Who the hell are you?" Yun Shibao broke the mystery of Qinglin Town with a word, and Shi Tiehammer roared with a hideous expression.

As he spoke, he turned into a green-faced fanged demon with seven orifices and bleeding, and wanted to pounce on Yun Shibao.

"Amitabha, the sea of suffering is endless, turning back is the shore, stone and iron hammer, you still haven't woken up?" Just when Yun Shibao was about to slap the stone hammer and other powerful ghosts, a Buddha horn sounded, and Qinglin Town, which was shrouded in gloom, instantly lit up, and the bright moonlight appeared in the night sky.

The sound of the Buddha's horn fell, and a monk dressed in linen monk's robes, holding a simple bowl, and with gray eyebrows and beard slowly walked in from outside the town.

The old monk walked very slowly, with a smile on his face that seemed to be able to influence and embrace everything in the world.

"Where did the bald donkey come from? Kill me..."Feeling the extremely uncomfortable aura of the deceased creature on this monk's body, Shi Tiehammer's face changed suddenly, and a terrible cry came out of his mouth.

The next moment, the "walking dead" in the town rushed towards the old monk like moths to a fire.

In Shi Tiezhu's opinion, since Yun Shibao knew the origin of "Meng Po Soup" and dared to drink it without hesitation, it must be hard stubble.

The so-called persimmon should be picked up and pinched, compared to Yun Shibao, this gray-haired old monk is obviously better to bully.

Seeing the swarming group of "walking dead", the old monk put down the bowl and made a pan of the stream, his face missing with the compassion of all sentient beings.

"Tear it up!" The plain clothes were torn apart, and with a soft sound, a middle-aged evil ghost took the lead in knocking down the old monk to his side, opening his bloody mouth, and biting off a piece of flesh from his chest.

"Tear it up!" There was another soft sound, and a piece of flesh was bitten off the old monk's face.

However, the old monk's expression remained unchanged, and he always smiled and looked kindly at the evil ghosts who had swallowed his flesh and blood.

"Childe, please save this monk, he is the beggar who asked me to leave Qinglin Town at noon..." Seeing that the monk's wounds were getting more and more, and the blood had already flowed into a pool of blood on the ground, Wang Wanru couldn't help but be anxious.

Her cultivation was only guessed that she had just reached the second-order consummation, and she couldn't rescue the old monk from the ten thousand ghosts at all.

"In ancient times, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, and now, the master sacrificed himself to cross the demon, and the king admires it." Shaking his head, Yun Shibao looked at the old monk with a complicated expression, and bowed to him deeply.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that after the flesh and blood entered the demon's body, the dead qi on their bodies gradually disappeared, and their eyes changed from the original madness to confusion, and then gradually regained their vitality.

This monk is using his own flesh and blood to save these "evil ghosts" who have drunk "Meng Po soup".

To be honest, under the influence of those fake monks in the news who have big bellies, drive good cars, and soak up beautiful women, Yun Shibao does not have a good impression of Buddhism.

After reincarnating in so many worlds, he has never seen any high-ranking monks from all over the world, and all he met are false monks who forget their righteousness and are not quiet.

Therefore, in Yun Shibao's eyesight, he has always believed that the Dharma is just to fool those ignorant people and fool the world.

But today's events shocked Yun Shibao inexplicably, and his heart completely changed.

In addition to those fake monks, there are still a considerable number of ascetics, like the monk in front of them, who sacrifice their lives to feed demons and purify all sentient beings.

"Thank you, Lord Donor..."

"The poor monk has heard of the reputation of the benefactor, and saved the people with locust food and divine food, so that the people of Shenzhou will not suffer from hunger and cold, and the merit is immeasurable..."

"Although the donor is full of murderous spirits, all he kills are evil demons and crooked ways, and I hope that the donor will keep his heart and take the common people in the world as his own responsibility..."

"The master is too famous, compared to the master, Xiao Wang is just a small kindness..."

"Since the master wants to sacrifice his life to cross sentient beings, let Xiao Wang help the master." With that, Yun Shibao solemnly saluted the old monk again, and then his palm moved slightly, and the chaotic divine power gushed out, dragging up the blood of the old monk on the ground.

"Huh!" Countless blood droplets were like raindrops, shooting into the bodies of all the "evil ghosts" in the town.

In an instant, including the stone iron hammer, the bodies of all the evil ghosts couldn't help but stiffen, and then the dead qi dissipated, and the vitality surged.

"The donor's kindness, before the little monk leaves, there is something to give to the donor, and I hope the donor will not dislike it..."

"Ding Dong, I scanned the "Great Day Palm", and Daigo needs 1 million faith points to empower this magical power..."

"Ding Dong, scanned the "Buddha Country in the Palm", Daigo needs 1.3 million faith points to empower this magical power..."

At the same time, the sound of the self-service reincarnation machine sounded in Yun Shibao's mind at the right time.

If it was before, he had obtained two supernatural powers, Yun Shibao would naturally be eager to be initiated, but at this moment, he didn't have the slightest mind to take care of the self-reincarnation machine.

"Master Xie's gift, can the master leave his name, Xiao Wang can also build a temple for the master to pass on to the world." Yun Shibao said to the old monk.

"Come barefoot, go barefoot, the poor monk has already cut off all things in the red dust..."

"Donor, be careful of the Blood Buddha, the poor monk goes..."The voice fell, and the light of the old monk's golden body gradually dimmed.