Ghost Shelter System

In Shata Temple, a meritorious monk in charge of incense sells incense to pilgrims with a shiny face.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the so-called high incense is the incense that is consecrated by chanting sutras. If you put an incense stick on the Buddha, your wish will go straight to Xitianling Mountain. This incense is 999 yuan, which is definitely not expensive."

The meritorious monk was so eloquent that the pilgrims shook their heads and left.

An old monk came 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 shamefully: "Uncle Master, we can't sell our high-quality fragrance. Why don't we lower the price?"

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

The meritorious monk said solemnly: "I am surprised by what my uncle said. I work hard all day selling high-quality incense, and all the junior brothers in the temple see it. Why does my uncle misunderstand me?"

The old monk sighed: "You are talented and have profound Buddhist teachings. Why do you act like a philistine monk? Is it wrong for my uncle to ask you to sell high-quality incense? It is not to improve food for everyone. Nowadays, this is not the case everywhere in China. made?"

The meritorious monk was silent for a moment and said: "As far as I know, Fulin Temple, Luanchan Temple, and Diabolus Temple do not do this."

The old monk smiled bitterly: "Three temples were born first, then entered the world, and then were born again. We no longer need to sell incense and candles like merchants to support ourselves. What about us? Why do you think your master started to fish for fame and turn Shata Temple into a tourist attraction before he passed away? , change the original place of Qingxiu?"

The meritorious monk continued to remain silent.

The old monk lamented: "Amitabha, how could my uncle not know what you are thinking... Forget it, after a while, I will allow you to go to Fulin Temple to listen to sutras."

The meritorious monk was delighted.

The old monk looked at the pile of big incense and felt a headache. He twisted one incense stick and suddenly a pilgrim came over.

"Master, how do you sell incense?"

The old monk was startled. The pilgrims were foreign tourists, a man and a woman. The speaker was a man, and his Chinese language was a bit jerky, but the communication was smooth. The old monk smiled slightly and touched the incense with his withered fingers. The whole room suddenly glowed with golden light.

The meritorious monk was silent. 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 it to me?"

"Amitabha, the donor is not a person who sincerely offers incense, so why bother asking for the price?"

“If you don’t offer incense, it doesn’t mean you can’t buy incense.”

The foreign man crushed the incense into pieces, and the golden light floated in the air and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's really amazing."

The meritorious monk was startled. He spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy an incense stick. It was already ridiculous. Now he crushed the incense directly?

this……

The meritorious monk was suddenly in a trance. When he looked at the foreign man again, something changed. In the Buddha's eyes, a European hunter in ancient clothes appeared, carrying a broken cross, and his soul had gone through vicissitudes of life. The foreign woman revealed a holy beauty that could not be seen directly, and her soul was as pure as an angel.

Western Christians!

"May I ask if you are an exorcist?"

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

"Amitabha, the poor monk's name is Zhi Kong. This is my uncle Yuansong."

The arrival of the two exorcists was so sudden that Zhikong couldn't help but become vigilant: "You two have come to Han Temple, and the flowers are shining brightly. I wonder if you can give me any advice?"

"There are people fighting next to your temple. We would like to borrow a precious place to watch the battle. I wonder if your temple has any silverware?"

"Yes, yes...how do you plan to view it?"

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

Marisa took out a bottle, poured liquid into the silverware, and tapped the silverware rhythmically with her fingers. The simple syllables made different religious ritual music ring in the room.

Van Helsing's whole body became blurry and he looked at the two monks: "Want to come together?"

Zhikong nodded subconsciously, and suddenly saw Fan Hexin grab the air, a shotgun appeared, and hit Zhikong between the eyebrows with a bang, Zhikong fell on his back!

Fan Hexin picked up Zhi Kong and stuffed it into the silverware.

"Flying souls with an empty gun...Nordic demon hunter?" The old monk was extremely shocked. Van Helsing smiled and followed the same pattern, knocking out the old monk's soul from his body.

The two souls were stuffed into the silverware, Van Helsing stuffed the barrel of the gun into his mouth, bang

The soul flew out and landed impartially among the silverware.

It was as if I was plunging into the water. The feeling of suffocation, squeezing, and weightlessness caused by drifting with the current were very uncomfortable.

After sinking to the bottom of the water, Zhikong and Yuansong felt that their buoyancy suddenly disappeared. Their feet stumbled and they fell to the ground.

Looking around, I saw so familiar stone walls, so familiar Buddha statues, and so familiar environment.

Killing stage?

There was a silver vortex above the head, and Van Helsing and Magic Lisa also fell down. The two glanced around. On the killing stage, three people fainted and four were standing.

"Uncle Master...is Team Leader Lu and someone from the Spiritual Detection Department..." Zhikong whispered, obviously knowing Team Leader Lu.

But that is not clear about the young man and the tattooed monk in Taichung.

Van Helsing hugged the two of them and whispered: "Get ready, the storm is coming."

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

buzz buzz buzz

Tinnitus came one after another, and the storm of consciousness tore apart the space, sucking them into it. When they woke up, their feet were dangling in the air, stepping on the stars of the universe.

The two monks were stunned.

In the distance, two people were fighting fiercely.

A purple lightning was draped over the body, and the murderous aura filled the sky. The skin turned purple and black, and was bound by copper bracelets. It had a ferocious expression and was covered in serious injuries.

The other head has horns, is wrapped in iron chains, and has a human skin cloak falling on its back. There is a Buddha moon above it, and every move and every move is filled with unparalleled yang energy.

"Qin Kun!!! How can you defeat me in this world?!"

Obsession, Buddhism is empty, but obsession appears in Miaoshan.

The only obsession is the desire to win.

The sky is not important, the earth is not important, the wind is not important, the light is not important, even the Buddha is not important.

The most important thing is to win!

Obsession manifests through the mirage world, allowing Miaoshan to completely turn into a demon!

His eyeballs turned pure white, and Miao Shan punched out, cracks appeared in the universe, and lightning from nine heavens and ten earths condensed on the face of his fist, with overwhelming murderous intent.

"Wonderful and good, you can kill anyone who doesn't enter Buddhism. Is this the Dharma in your heart?"

Qin Kun squeezed Miao Shan's fist with one palm. His body was electrified and his hair became angry. The huge pain caused Qin Kun to unleash his amazing potential. The scorpion rope on his body entangled the opponent and tore it apart with all his strength.

Minced meat was everywhere, intestines and intestines were flowing out, and next to Team Leader Lu, the clerk Daozi couldn't bear the pain of tearing his consciousness and fainted.

Miaoshan lost all his skin and flesh, and a white skeleton walked out of the body.

Even the strongest blow...can't do it...

He looked at his bones, and suddenly he staggered and laughed miserably.

"Then what do you think Buddhism is?"

"I am a Taoist priest who is not popular, how can I understand Buddhism? Shouldn't you ask yourself?" Qin Kun was in a state of embarrassment, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. With the punch just now, thunder and lightning penetrated his consciousness, and the blood flowed in his chest, and he breathed The muscles feel like pins and needles.

"Ha...hahahahaha...it turns out that I don't even know what Buddhism is. I don't even know what Buddhism is, and yet I'm still here competing with you?!"

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

Qin Kun was startled and found that the white bones were sitting cross-legged and chanting Buddha's name, as if they were about to disappear into nothingness along with the universe.

"What are you going to do?!" Qin Kun said in shock.

"Amitabha, I am the true disciple of Fulin Temple, but it is difficult for me to realize Prajna. If I don't die from the world, how can I be worthy of Master's teachings?"

"Are you crazy?!" Qin Kun exhaled thickly from his nostrils: "You decided on your own in the mirage world and came out a vegetative state. Are you going to let Fulin Temple support you for the rest of your life?"

Bones shed tears: "Qin Kun, give me a message to Master. I will enter Buddhism without regrets in this life. Purple clothes and white bones will be exchanged for light dust. In the next life, I will practice the Bodhi Dharma again. If I don't realize Prajna, I won't realize the truth."

The bones were peeling off inch by inch, and Qin Kun shouted loudly: "If you want to die, you have to ask me if I agree!"