Mirroring the changes

"Where did this unruly person come from?"

As soon as this was said, there was complete silence in front of the Ksitigarbha Temple.

The people of Jinsang City looked at each other, as if they did not believe that this came from the mouth of Young City Lord Wan.

Li Chen, who was standing high up, narrowed his eyes, but a question flashed through his mind.

Why would the Young City Lord of Jinsang City be in the Ksitigarbha Temple?

"It's unfair!"

Old Man Wu also saw the opportunity and suddenly wailed, tears streaming down his face.

"It's unfair! Young City Lord!"

Young City Lord Wan frowned slightly, his eyes were obviously unfriendly, and he said coldly: "What injustice have you suffered?"

When the old man Wu heard this, he felt a chill in his heart for no reason, but he still forced himself to calm down and replied in a trembling voice: "Young City Lord, please understand, my wife drank the "holy water" in the temple and died."

"You must make the decision for me."

Young City Lord Wan turned his eyes, moved his feet lightly, and pondered: "Did she die after drinking the holy water?"

Old man Wu nodded heavily: "Absolutely true!"

"Ha, what a joke!

Master Lihuang of the Dizang Temple was appointed by the emperor.

He can use the holy water to relieve the harm of the plague, why did he harm a mere old woman alone?"

Young City Lord Wan's eyes fell on the old man more and more coldly.

Old man Wu couldn't help but shiver, and his neck shrank, which made him look a little timid.

But Wang Zaoshi, who was standing next to him, stood tall with a determined look on his face: "How sad~"

"Using evil and foolish people to hollow out the people is really like draining the pond to catch fish. This is a disaster that has lasted for a hundred years. His crime should be punished!"

Wang Zaoshi spoke righteously, neither humble nor arrogant.

Others may be afraid of this young city lord Wan, but he is not afraid at all.

Because Wang Zaoshi is the enlightenment teacher of young city lord Wan.

And at that time, city lord Wan wanted to match his son with Miss Wang.

But Miss Wang refused!

It was also from that time that young city lord Wan turned love into hate and developed a hatred for his teacher.

That is why he never forgot the mother and daughter of the Wang family.

But at this time, under the watchful eyes of the public, he had a fake smile on his face: "Student Wan Lei greets the respected teacher."

He bowed slightly, but there was no respect at all.

"Master, I heard that my master's wife was also infected with the plague. I wonder how she is now?"

Before he finished speaking, a shout of anger broke out from the crowd: "You are clearly in cahoots with that group of monks and are in cahoots with them!"

"Stop pretending to be kind and righteous here."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and it turned out to be Zhao Chuan, a disciple who had just entered the Jixia Academy!

He was full of anger, bossy, and had the spirit of a madman in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Wan Lei's eyes condensed, but a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"So it's Brother Zhao."

"But the words of collusion and collusion are inappropriate."

"Master Lichen is the killing Buddha, the 'Master Lihuang' appointed by the Zhou Emperor."

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

"What's more, the master cured the plague in my Jinsang City as soon as he arrived. Why is this life-saving act described so badly by Brother Zhao?"

Wan Lei's eyes fell on Zhao Chuan's face, with a hint of murderous intent.

"Master Lihuang? Life-saving act?"

"Young city lord, I'm afraid you are joking."

But at this time, Ximen the butcher, who was holding two bone-cutting knives, suddenly shouted.

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

"Humph, maybe it was the plague they brought?"

Ximen the butcher's seemingly unintentional words just touched the hearts of the people of Jinsang City.

"That's right! There's something wrong with those monks!"

"They must have brought this plague!"

Wan Lei shook his head and said with a smile, "The court has already issued a notice."

"Master Li Huang is so powerful, how could he do such a despicable thing?"

"Those monks are fake!"

Old Man Wu suddenly summoned up his courage and shouted.

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

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

The monk in the cassock at the head stepped out of the crowd, smiling: "Amitabha."

"Don't lie, I am the real 'Master Li Huang'."

After saying that, he pointed to the cassock on his body.

"I have the 'Twenty-five cassocks' awarded by the emperor as proof, so I can't be fake."

But at this moment, a Buddhist chant came from a distance.

"Amitabha."

"What a coincidence, I happen to have a 'Twenty-Five Kasaya' here."

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

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

"Why are there two more monks?"

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

"How come there are so many Twenty-Five Kasayas?"

"That's impossible."

"There is only one Twenty-Five Kasaya, but there are real and fake ones."

"Who is real and who is fake?"

While everyone was discussing, the 'Master Li Huang' in front of the Dizang Temple changed his expression slightly.

He fixed his eyes and stared at the young monk in front of him.

His eyes swept across Li Chen's face, and finally fixed on the only hair on his head.

That's right, the Jade-faced Monk, the One-hair Monk!

He turned out to be a real killing Buddha!

The fake monk suppressed his uneasiness, but there was no fear on his face.

There was a cruel smile on his lips: "Amitabha."

"It is rumored that someone pretended to be this master and committed evil, but I didn't expect that this master would run into him."

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back and you will find the shore."

He put his hands together, his eyes full of compassion, and at first glance he really looked like a high monk.

But no matter how good his acting skills were, they were awful in front of the deity.

Li Chen also put his hands together and bowed: "Master, you haven't told me which of our robes is real?"

Before the monk in the robe could answer, a sturdy dark-skinned monk behind him said in a muffled voice:

"Hahaha, the monk's robe is so tattered, and you dare to call yourself 'Twenty-five Robes'?"

"If you keep making trouble here, don't blame me, 'Eight-armed Vajra' Li Sao, for being rude to you!"

Li Sao's eyes lit up: "Wait!"

"Who are you?"

The monk showed disdain: "I am the dignified 'Eight-armed Vajra' Master Li Sao!"

Li Sao danced with joy when he heard it: "Good, good, good!"

"This name is loud and suits my temperament."

"Brother, did you hear that? 'Eight-armed Vajra' is much better than 'One-hair Monk'~"

At this moment, Li Sao did not forget to make fun of it.

"Stop talking nonsense! While this master hasn't started a massacre, I advise you to leave quickly!"

At this time, the 'Master Lihuang' raised his hand to stop his junior brother.

He turned to Li Chen and smiled: "Monk, you are asking even though you know the answer."

"Of course, this monk's cassock is the real one."

The cassock of 'Master Lihuang' is brand new, and it emits golden light all over. It does not look ordinary.

But the authentic one on Li Chen is dull and dull, with different shades of color, and it is old from being washed.

"Really?"

"Take a closer look."

As soon as the voice fell, thousands of Buddha lights suddenly emerged from Li Chen's body, condensing into the phantoms of the majestic monks.

I was a little anxious to write today, so I may revise it later. Please forgive me, fellow readers.