"I, a disciple of Monk Sha, after studying my techniques and concentrating on cultivation, the steel is not broken, and water and fire are not invaded!"

The chaotic monk was crazy in his stomach, shook his fan lightly and smiled: "Everyone, please look!"

In front of him was a cutting board full of iron thorns, each of which was more than a foot long and extremely sharp.

However, Sha Wan did not hesitate and lay down directly.

Monk Chaozheng pointed to a big hammer on the side and said, "Which strong man will try my skills?"

"I'm coming!" a middle-aged man who looked quite strong and was dressed as a blacksmith stepped forward, seeing that he was full of muscles and was a very powerful man.

"Then don't be merciful, I won't do it in vain!"

The iron man lifted the hammer, which weighed dozens of catties, and it was a bit laborious to hold it even with one hand.

"This hammer has added weight, don't steal the strength, make me unhappy!" Sha Wan lay on the chopping board, like someone on a soft collapse without any uncomfortable expression, and the people around him were a little frightened.

"Don't worry, Monk Sha is very powerful, Master Chaozheng's master!" said a few small traders who had seen Sha Wan's performance before: "Wait and see a good show!"

The blacksmith used his strength to hold the hammer steady, and asked with some confusion, "Don't you have a stone slab on your chest?"

The blacksmith said that those who perform on weekdays break big stones on their chests, and the indifferent expression of the people in the light sand said: "That's all done by the laity, just come!"

Sha Wanwan waved to the onlookers while talking, which was quite complacent.

The blacksmith wheeled the hammer and lifted the hammer above his head with the strength of milk, and the blacksmith was also a little hairy in his heart, after all, he had never done such a thing as smashing people's chests with a hammer.

Sha Wanwan glared at him and shouted, "What are you grinding, do you want to fight, if you don't fight, you will change someone else!"

The blacksmith didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and smashed it down directly with a hammer.

The strength of this blacksmith is really not small, dozens of catties of iron hammer wheels up tiger and tiger, only to hear the sound of "bang", like the hammer hit the iron plate, the blacksmith who shook the mouth numb, the hammer actually shook out of his hand.

Sha Wanwan caught the hammer in one hand, stood up as if nothing happened, saluted the blacksmith and said, "Thank you!"

The iron spikes on the cutting board on which he was lying were actually bent alive, and everyone watching was stunned for a while, and then burst into thunderous applause.

The blacksmith was also stunned for a long time, and then his legs were paralyzed in fright, and he knelt directly in front of the monk Chaozheng, kowtowed and said: "The master's disciple is really a god, I am willing to be enlightened and educated by the master, and I will cover all the iron objects of this Tibetan temple in the future!"

While helping the blacksmith up, the monk said to everyone with a smile: "The Bodhisattva of the Earth is compassionate, compassionate, if there is a disease in the family, learn my Jizo "Great Compassion Sutra", you can eliminate disasters and avoid difficulties, and the pain will disappear!"

"My small temple doesn't need everyone's incense and oil money, just the neighbors, and more popularization of the law, which is the greatest support for poor monks!"

The crowd was surging, and many of the crowd knelt down and kowtowed to the chaotic monks.

The chaotic monk smiled and said nothing, in this way, his purpose had been achieved.

Feihuo and Qingwen were quietly mixed in the crowd, of course Feihuo didn't want to have a head-on conflict with the chaotic monk at this time, he wanted to find a breakthrough from the believers of the chaotic monk.

"It's easy to say, the monk used a certain method to turn the long-suffering person into an invulnerable monster using the secret technique of the Divine Fire Sect, but ordinary people don't know, we just need to find a case and then expose it!"

The blacksmith bowed and said with tears in his eyes: "I am a small blacksmith in the south of the city, named Zhang Hong, and there is still a lady in the family who has been paralyzed for many years, I don't know if the master can heal me?"

"Nature can be cured!" said the monk in a serious manner: "I haven't found anything I can't heal!"

He gave Sha Wan a look, and Sha Wan took out a small box and handed it to Blacksmith Zhang.

Monk Chaozheng smiled, and then said: "This is the 'health pill', after taking it, I will be looking for the second pill three days later, if you can get out of bed and walk around, let your wife come to the temple in person, and I will diagnose again!"

Blacksmith Zhang was grateful, nodded again, held it in his hand like a treasure, and did not forget to be grateful and said: "The master's great kindness and virtue I grind my teeth unforgettable, please accept me again..."

"Eh, this doesn't have to be!" Monk Chaozheng held up Blacksmith Zhang, did not let him continue to kneel, but smiled unchanged, and continued: "It doesn't have to be like this, my Buddha is merciful, it should be like this!"

The monk took out another copy of the "Great Compassion Sutra" and handed it to the blacksmith and said: "You and your wife have to recite this scripture every morning and evening, the effect is better, you must not interrupt the time, provoke the Bodhisattva to be angry!"

"That's, that's!" Blacksmith Zhang seemed to have found a savior, and said goodbye to the monk Chaozheng with joy.

The crowd also cheered, and some even knelt down directly to ask for the "health pill".

Monk Chaozheng waved his hand and said: "The number of this health pill is limited, and it can only be given to patients first, and when everyone believes in me, I will find a solution at that time, so that you can feel free from your pain?"

Everyone was already convinced that there had been cases of being healed by the chaotic monks before, and this time it was even worse.

Feihuo and Qingwen stepped aside, but he found his target, and the blacksmith Zhang who rushed back was the best breakthrough.

"Let's go, follow and have a look!" Feihuo said to Qingwen on the side, "This blacksmith's wife is still spread out on the bed, I think there should be some way!"

Feihuo got up and chased after him, and then Qingwen followed quickly.

Blacksmith Zhang carried the treasure in his arms, and hurried home without stopping.

Spitfire and Qingwen followed.

However, at this time, there are two options in front of Feihuo, one is to stop Blacksmith Zhang before feeding Mrs. Zhang medicine, so that Mrs. Zhang will not be poisoned.

And the other is to let the truth be revealed after Mrs. Zhang takes the medicine, so that the plan of the chaotic monk will not succeed.

Feihuo followed Blacksmith Zhang, but his heart fell into deep thought.

To be a saint or an evil man, it is all in his thoughts.

But he can't think too much at this time, saving more people or saving a small number of people is a choice that cannot be made at many times, only at that time.

And in hindsight, it will be different.