Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 494 Twenty-five cassocks

   "Where did the troublemaker come from?"

  As soon as these words came out, there was complete silence in front of the Dizang Temple.

  The people of Jinsang City looked at each other in dismay, as if they didn't believe that this came from the mouth of Wan Shao City Lord.

  Li Chen from a high place narrowed his eyes, but a question flashed in his mind.

  Why is the mighty Young Lord of Jinsang City in the Ksitigarbha Temple?

   "I'm wronged!"

  The old man Wu also played by ear, and suddenly he let out a wailing cry, tears streaming down his face.

   "I'm wronged! Young City Lord!"

  The Lord Wan Shao frowned slightly, his eyes were clearly unkind, and he said coldly, "What is wrong with you?"

  When the old man Wu heard the words, his heart shuddered for no reason, but he still forced himself to calm down, and replied in a trembling voice: "Young City Lord Mingjian, my mother-in-law drank the 'divine water' in the temple and died."

   "You must let the old man decide."

  Wan Shao City Lord turned his eyes, moved his steps lightly, and pondered: "Did you die after drinking the divine water?"

  Old man Wu nodded heavily: "It's absolutely true!"

   "Oh, what a joke!

  Master Lihuang of Dizang Temple was handpicked by the Son of Heaven.

  It is more capable of using God to detoxify the plague, so why kill an old woman alone? "

  The eyes of Wan Shao castellan fell on the old man more and more coldly.

  The old man Wu couldn't help shivering, his neck shrank and he seemed a little timid.

  But the Wang Zaoshi next to him stood tall, with a determined face: "It's so sad~"

   "Using evil and foolish people to hollow out the people is really a waste of money. This century-old disaster is a crime that should be punished!"

  Wang Zaoshi speaks righteously, neither humble nor overbearing.

   Others may be afraid of this Wanshao City Lord, but I am not afraid at all.

  Because Wang Zaoshi was the first teacher of Wanshao City Lord.

  Besides, at that time, City Lord Wan wanted to marry his son to Miss Wang.

  But she was rejected by Miss Wang!

  It was also from that time on that City Master Wan Shao turned love into hatred, and developed a hatred for his teacher.

   It is also because of this that he never forgets the mother and daughter of the Wang family.

  But at this time, under the eyes of everyone, he had a smirk on his face: "Student Wan Lei has seen the respected teacher."

   slightly arched his hands, but without the slightest respect.

   "Teacher, I heard that Master's wife has also been affected by the plague. I don't know how it is now?"

   Before he could finish his sentence, there was an angry curse from the crowd: "You are clearly in cahoots with those monks, you are in the same boat!"

   "Stop being hypocritical here."

   Everyone followed the sound, but it turned out to be Zhao Chuan, a disciple who had just joined Jixia Academy!

  His face was full of anger, bossy, and he had the courage of a spring and autumn madman.

  Wan Lei's eyes were fixed, but there was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

   "So it's Brother Zhao."

   "It's just collusion, collusion, but it's inappropriate."

   "Master Lichen is the 'Master Lihuang' handpicked by Zhou Tianzi who killed the Buddha."

   "Since you have come to Jinsang City, the owner of this city naturally has the responsibility to take good care of you."

   "What's more, the mage cured the plague in Jinsang City as soon as he came. Why is this life-saving act so unbearable by Brother Zhao?"

  Wan Lei's eyes were scorching, and fell on Zhao Chuan's face, showing a faint killing intent.

   "Mage Li Huang? A life-saving move?"

   "Young City Master is probably joking."

   But at this time, Ximen Butcher, who was carrying two sharp knives for boning, suddenly shouted.

   "Before those monks came, I lived and worked in peace and contentment in Jinsang City, but after they came, the plague also came."

   "Hmph, maybe it's their plague?"

  Ximen Butcher's seemingly unintentional words actually hit the hearts of the people in Jinsang City.

   "That's right! Those monks have problems!"

   "They must have brought this plague!"

  Wan Lei shook his head and said with a smile: "The imperial court has already issued an announcement."

   "Master Lihuang has been involved in good fortune, how could he do such a despicable method?"

   "Those monks are fake!"

  The old man Wu suddenly mustered up his courage and shouted.

  And this is exactly what Li Chen told him to say.

   As soon as these words came out, the monks behind Wan Lei froze.

  The cassock monk headed by more and more people came out, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Amitabha."

   "The benefactor must not lie, the poor monk is a genuine 'Mage Lihuang'."

   After speaking, he pointed to the cassock on his body.

   "With the evidence of the 'Twenty-Five Cassocks' bestowed by the Son of Heaven, it cannot be faked."

   But at this time, a Buddha's name came from a distance.

   "Amitabha."

   "Coincidentally, the poor monk happens to have a 'Twenty-Five Cassock' here."

   Li Chen and Li Sao had already floated over, just blocking in front of Old Man Wu.

  At this time, Li Chen was wearing the 'Twenty-Five Cassock'.

   "Why are there two more monks?"

   "They don't seem to be in the same group."

   "Why are there still many twenty-five cassocks?"

   "Of course that's impossible."

   "There is only one robe in the twenty-five cassocks, but some are true and some are false."

   "Who is real and who is fake?"

   While everyone was discussing, the face of the 'Master Lihuang' in front of the Dizang Temple changed slightly.

  He fixed his eyes on the young monk in front of him.

   His eyes swept over Li Chen's face, and finally settled on the only hair on top of his head.

  That's right, monk with jade face, monk with a hair!

  He turned out to be really killing the Buddha!

  The fake monk forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, but there was no trace of fear on his face.

  There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Amitabha."

   "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that someone pretends to be this mage to do evil, but I didn't expect that the jiaoben met the right one."

   "Benefactor, there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, turn your head and keep going."

  His hands are clasped, his eyes are full of compassion, and at first glance he really looks like an eminent monk.

   It's just that no matter how good the acting skills are, it's unbearably clumsy in front of the deity.

   Li Chen also put his hands together and saluted: "Master, you haven't said which one of our cassocks is real?"

   Before the cassock monk could answer, a stout black-skinned monk behind him said in a low voice:

   "Hahaha, the cassock on the monk's body is dilapidated, how dare he call himself 'Twenty-Five Cassock'?"

   "If you're still messing around here, don't blame me, the Eight-Armed Vajra, Li Sao, for being rude to you!"

  Li Sao's eyes lit up: "Wait!"

   "Who do you say you are?"

  The monk showed disdain on his face: "I am the majestic 'Eight Armed Vajra' Master Lisao!"

  Li Sao heard the words and danced: "Okay!"

   "This name is loud and fits my temperament."

   "Brother, did you hear that 'Eight-armed Vajra' sounds much better than 'One Hair Monk'~"

  At this moment, Li Sao did not forget to joke.

   "Stop talking nonsense! While this mage is not killing people, I advise you to leave as soon as possible!"

   But at this time, the 'Mage Lihuang' raised his hand to stop the younger brother.

  Turning his head to Li Chen, he smiled and said, "The monk asked the question knowingly."

   "Naturally, the monk's cassock is real."

  The cassock worn by 'Master Li Huang' is as brand new as it is, with a golden light shining all over it. It really doesn't look like anything ordinary.

   On the other hand, the authentic piece on Li Chen's body is dull and dull, with different shades of color, and the starched hair is old.

"yes?"

   "Take a closer look."

   As soon as the words fell, thousands of Buddha lights suddenly emerged from Li Chen's body, condensing into phantoms of eminent monks with solemn treasures.

   I am a little anxious about the codeword today, and I may change it again later, so please forgive me.

  (end of this chapter)