Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Xu Gou and Xu Ni hurriedly called out, "Yeah! They have the means to drive monsters!" "Yao Dao, I see what you have to say now!"

This time, the people on the street no longer had any doubts, their eyes showed fear, and they stepped back again and again.

"Many thanks to Master Huiming for his guidance! I was so ignorant that I was almost deceived by them!"

"Hit him! Demon Dao!"

"Get out! You are not welcome in Lingxi Town!"

In the blink of an eye, black and white were reversed, and the hero who was saving the world just now became the villain everyone shouted and beaten.

Zen Master Huiming showed a compassionate smile.

Only the old woman who knew Taixuzi stomped her feet and said, "Confused! Confused! Lingshu Temple has been on the mountain for more than a hundred years, how has it ever come down the mountain to harm us!"

"You... don't you know that your ancestors also received the incense of Lingshu Temple!?"

One person pushed her down arrogantly and scolded: "Aunt Li! Are you Alzheimer's? This demonic way drives the demon wolf to attack us, with ulterior motives, and the facts are there! If Master Huiming hadn't pointed it out, we would have been kept in the dark!"

The previous child broke free from the woman's arm, ran to Grandma Li, and cried, "Grandma, why do they scold Uncle Immortal! Don't hit my grandma!"

Someone picked up the egg and threw it on Zhang Ming.

He couldn't bear it any longer, he rose up with golden light, flicked the eggs, onion and garlic, etc., and walked out step by step.

"Everyone, since you said that Pindao is a demon, I don't want to reason, but Lingxi Town has been under my Zhuoguang Mountain for hundreds of years, and it can't be fooled by others!"

Zhang Ming turned his eyes and looked at Huiming.

The benevolent and kind-hearted monk smiled slightly, and his heart was a little stunned. Could it be that this Taoist priest still has means?

"Zen Master Huiming, I ask you a question, are you sure that the person who drives the demon wolf is the mastermind behind it?"

Zhang Ming asked word by word.

Huiming was a little stunned: "Of course."

He couldn't understand why the other party asked such a nutritious thing.

"Everyone, since Zen Master Huiming also agrees, let me ask you, you have lived under the mountain for generations, and you should understand that every wolf pack must be led by a wolf king."

Zhang Ming turned around and asked, "But, the two three-eyed wolves were obviously not the wolf king just now, so where is the wolf king? Is it still behind the scenes?"

Everyone was stunned, yes, what about the wolf king?

"Since the wolves are here, it means that the wolf king is not far away! The poor man is not talented, he has already found it!"

Zhang Ming smiled and said.

Zen Master Huiming trembled, and subconsciously glanced at the teahouse behind him, where there was also a monk.

"No way, is this person..."

Before he could finish thinking, he saw the handsome Taoist priest across from him wave his hand suddenly.

"I only know how to run now, hehe, it's too late!"

Zhang Ming snorted coldly, and a green rope shot out from his sleeve, flying out like a long dragon.

A white wolf king hiding in the teahouse suddenly sensed the natural suppression and jumped halfway, but suddenly lost his strength and slammed into the edge of the window.

The demon-binding rope went straight into the teahouse and tied it into a circle.

Qingquan exclaimed excitedly: "So it's here! Senior brother, I'll take it out!"

He rode Huahua, quickly jumped into the teahouse, saw the white wolf king like zongzi, and grabbed it.

The monk standing in the teahouse, with a fat head and big ears, turned around and ran to the back door.

"Well? Is there something tricky?"

Qingquan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly reached out and waved.

The cuffs of the cuffs instantly widened, and the monk who fled to the door was packed in at once.

It is the weakened version of the art of heaven and earth in the sleeve!

Qingquan smiled, returned to the street, and threw the White Wolf King and the monk on the ground.

"Senior brother, they actually wanted to escape, but unfortunately, they met my Qingquan!"

Zen Master Huiming shook his body,

Almost fell.

Xu Wu hurriedly supported him, stretched out his hand in front of his neck, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, why don't we..."

Zhang Ming smiled slightly and looked at the sluggish crowd.

"If Pindao is not mistaken, this monk! He is the driver of the White Wolf King!"

He ran the remodeled version of the demon body, with a faint golden light on his body, a little bit between the monk and the White Wolf King.

A transparent silk thread suddenly changed from virtual to real, and appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Everyone, this is the means to drive the White Wolf King!"

Zhang Ming stretched his hand to the monk's neck and pulled off a string of rosary beads.

"You...you don't wrong the poor monk!"

The fat-headed and big-eared monk turned pale and quibble.

Zhang Ming ignored him, grabbed a vendor and said, "Try on this rosary."

"Could it be true what Daoist Qing Hui said?"

"Impossible, this monk seems to be with Zen Master Huiming..."

"Impossible, we'll know when the test is over!"

"..."

The crowd gathered around and talked a lot.

The vendor was a little stunned, but he still put on the rosary as he said, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, he subconsciously ordered the White Wolf King: "Put your tongue out!"

Even though the white wolf king who was tied up honestly was unwilling, he immediately stuck out his tongue.

He was having fun, and then ordered: "Roll your eyes!"

The White Wolf King struggled, but still rolled his eyes in shame, revealing two fish belly whites.

The street vendor laughed: "Have a baby!"

Zhang Ming grabbed the rosary and asked the crowd, "Anyone else want to try it?"

At the moment, one person came out more and more, and tried again, and sure enough, the White Wolf King obeyed the prayer beads.

The fat-headed monk looked desperate.

Zhang Ming turned to look at Zen Master Huiming, and asked with a smile, "Now that the facts are there, can you acknowledge it?"

Everyone pointed and looked at each other.

"It turns out that Zen Master Huiming drove the demon wolf!" "How come Xiaohanshan Temple has become a demon!" "Oh, I want to cut off contact with my second uncle!"

Huiming stood there, his face turning blue and white.

Turning around, his eyes sank, and he suddenly shouted: "What a thief monk, dare to pretend to be a disciple of my Xiaohanshan Temple! I ask you, has my disciple Void been murdered by you!?"

The fat-headed and big-eared monk was taken aback: "Master, Master, I am the void!"

Huiming shouted: "How dare you pretend! Kill my disciple, the poor monk wants you to pay with your life!"

He jumped up abruptly, stretched out his hand to shoot the Buddha's Light, and thousands of rays of light bloomed, then shrank, converged like a rainbow, and fell on the fat-headed and big-eared monk.

The fat-headed and big-eared monk widened his eyes and couldn't believe it: "Master, you..."

This Huiming was so ruthless that even his own people could be charged and killed directly.

Qingquan shuddered: "Senior brother, this... is this what the mountain looks like?"

Zhang Ming frowned slightly.

In this way, the other party has preserved the reputation of Xiaohanshan Temple.

Zen Master Huiming fell close by and said, "Amitabha, good is good, good is good."

The fat-headed and big-eared monk fell to the ground on his back, his unwilling eyes widened, but he was silent.

Xu Ni's eyes turned, he walked in front of him, stretched out his hand to take off his shirt, and shouted, "Uncle Master! He really is fake! I have been in the same room with Senior Brother Void for four years, and I remember clearly that on his belly. There are two birthmarks! But now there are no traces at all!"

Everyone looked at it at a glance, and sure enough, the monk's belly was smooth and greasy, and there was no birthmark.

"It turns out that we were wrong to blame Master Huiming!"

"I just said, how could the dignified Xiaohanshan Temple drive the demon wolf to attack Lingxi Town!"

"You're right, I'll give the second uncle a box of local specialties tomorrow."

"..."

However, at this moment, Zen Master Huiming suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Ming.

"Qinghui Daoist, you have cut off the scourge of this temple, and the poor monk should thank you. However, you have soiled the reputation of my Xiaohanshan Temple!"

"This matter must not be forgiven! The poor monk should compete with you and earn back the reputation of my Xiaohanshan Temple!"

As he spoke, a pale yellow Buddha light lit up on his body.

Speaking of reputation and reputation, they are just two people who want to take the opportunity to get rid of Lingshuguan!