In the empty Daxiong Treasure Hall, Cheng Xiaojun, who was dressed in a white monk's robe, showed a mocking smile on his face that should have been solemn, and he could hear the movement outside clearly.

If it weren't for the great power, he really didn't want to save those people outside.

Shengmi hated Mien, and he spent his mana to save them, without asking for anything in return, but he was taken as he should be, and a person who held power scared him a few times, and all of them wilted.

is so bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, so ugly, and living is a waste of food, it is better to die.

"The host, self-interest and self-interest are human nature, and the host's responsibility is to guide the world to abandon evil and follow good, so that the light can illuminate every dark corner."

The voice of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas system sounded in my head.

Cheng Xiaojun sneered in his heart, life is a blank slate, after the deceit and intrigue of the human society, one is uglier than the other, and one is better than the other, no matter how bright the light is, it is impossible to illuminate the darkness hidden in people's hearts.

"Although what the host thinks is reality, it is precisely because of this that I want my Buddha to transform the world, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, and Guanyin sacrificed himself to feed the devil, which are all examples of the host."

When Cheng Xiaojun heard this, he sneered even more in his heart, what if the Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle, the eagle still doesn't eat meat, Guanyin becomes a beauty, seduces the cruel king, and makes the king good, so what, the king enters the Buddhism, and the successor still does his own thing.

"If the host thinks like this, it will become a second Huihai."

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas system reminds.

Cheng Xiaojun was like being poured a bucket of ice water on his head in the summer. The chaotic thoughts in my mind disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He finally got rid of his identity as a poor sling, but he didn't want to lose everything in front of him.

"When the host hears that it is about his own interests, the distractions in his mind immediately disappear, what is the difference between him and those people outside."

The words of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas made Cheng Xiaojun look ashamed.

"People are always staring at others, always using morality and norms to demand others, this is a wrong behavior, please take the host as a warning."

Ten thousand Buddha system and Tao.

Cheng Xiaojun nodded heavily.

After a while, a respectful monk appeared on the platform outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he folded his hands, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Holy monk, thirty people are waiting at the bottom of the steps." ”

A golden swastika, flying out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, printed on the top of the heads of thirty people, the effect is incredible, in the blink of an eye, the people who have been afflicted by various diseases return to normal, get up from the stretcher like no one, and look around blankly.

"I don't thank the holy monk for saving you"

The monk standing on the platform drank lightly.

Several people who had been conscious were the first to kneel, and the rest looked and knelt down as well.

In the midst of all kinds of words of thanks, the power of faith continued to pour out from the bodies of the thirty people and burrow into the hall of the Great Hero.

"Amitabha"

A Buddha horn, a gust of wind with the scent of sandalwood, sent the thirty people out lightly.

Soon there were thunderous shouts of excitement outside.

"It's so godly"

"It's good so soon."

……

In a sparse wood, there were no birds or flowers, Zhang Wei, a black cat with the appearance of a black boy, walking boredly.

Suddenly, the black boy turned into a black cat again.

"What's the situation, a good person is inappropriate, and he becomes a cat again?"

Zhang Wei looked at the black cat puzzled.

"What's so good about being a human being is not as comfortable as a cat."

What's so comfortable about being a cat? A big hello came to Zhang Wei's mind.

Soon a person and a cat came to the outside of Yuntai Temple at night, although it was night, there were still crowds of people outside. All kinds of generators and electric lights make this small world look like daytime.

A large number of military and police stood outside, and the tangible oppression made the scene lively, but not chaotic at all.

Zhang Wei and the black cat advanced in the crowd, and suddenly, the black cat shrank its body, ran to a young girl with a pair of long legs, white skin and beautiful appearance, poked out two fleshy front paws, and gently scratched the young girl's ankle a few times.

The young girl exclaimed, and then found a cute little black cat at her feet, and bent down happily to carry the little black cat to her undulating peak.

"Zhang Yida, how is it, is it better to be a cat?"

While transmitting the voice to Zhang Wei, the black cat rubbed its furry head between the peaks, causing the young girl to giggle.

Nima, I can't bear it!

Zhang Wei looked at the black cat with red eyes.

"I can still grab it with my hands, do you dare?"

The black cat sticks out its paws, one on the left and one on the right, groping on the peaks.

"What a little perverted cat"

The young girl gave the black cat a pop.

"See, the beauty took the initiative to touch my face"

The sound of the black cat's stinky fart.

Zhang Wei couldn't stand it anymore, walked through the crowd, came to the courtyard wall, and walked forward along the courtyard wall.

Not long after walking, suddenly, a deafening explosion came, and the gate of Yuntai Temple was broken. The heavy wooden door turned into a pile of debris and scattered on the ground. The courtyard walls, which were connected to wooden doors on both sides, also collapsed for a long time.

Zhang Wei turned his head, stunned, Nima, dead black cat, didn't you say that it was good to go over the wall and go in, how could you kick the door directly!

Including the young girl, everyone at the scene was stunned, the gate of Yuntai Temple was actually smashed by a cat.

Be crazier!

"Zhang Wei, you stupid fork, where did you go, you can't come back."

The black cat standing on the ruins at the door shouted Zhang Wei in a big way, and the latter came over with a stubborn head in countless side-eyed eyes.

The black cat looked back at the young girl and raised its paws.

"Beauty, you feel good there, well, it's moist"

Everyone around looked at the young girl, who stared at the black cat with an annoyed expression.

The black cat retracted his gaze and shouted towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall: "Cheng Xiaojun, your cat grandfather has come to smash the field, hurry up and get out and be frightened." ”

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall in the night, but it was black, and there was no movement.

"Pretend to be with me, believe it or not, I've set this place on fire."

The black cat yelled.

Suddenly, on the dry and bare ground, golden lotus flowers appeared, dyeing the world golden, especially in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The black cat sneered even more, and was about to say something, when a white-clothed monk sitting with his back to tens of thousands of people appeared in the sky above the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

From afar, it is holy, elegant, and unstained with dust.

Many adolescent girls saw this beautiful, elegant white-clothed monk, and their eyes were about to burst into stars.

"The cat raised by the Taoist priest, did you want to come yourself, or did the Taoist priest send you?"

Cheng Xiaojun said with his back to him.

Seeing that Cheng Xiaojun was at this time, the black cat pretended to be forced and directly sacrificed a magic weapon to smash it.

Unexpectedly, dozens of golden lotuses appeared out of thin air, holding the magic weapon hostage.

"Made, that's amazing!"

The black cat was dumbfounded.

Zhang Wei put his hands behind his back and said loudly: "I said you would fall"

On the way here, the black cat gave Zhang Wei a scroll given by Chu Feng, and Zhang Wei's cultivation was directly restored.

"Words are followed, useless to poor monks"

Under the moonlight, on the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Cheng Xiaojun's voice was cold.