Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The pilgrim was struck by a critical hit, covering his face and staring blankly at the high monk in front of him, unable to react for a moment.

Then he saw the high monk's eyes were bloodshot, panting不停地, and his heart trembled. He immediately wailed, "The monk is hitting people!! The high monk has turned into a demon!!"

The nearest crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

Originally, they had been queuing honestly for a day, but when it was their turn, they were told that there would be no consecration and no money to be had. Their anger was much greater than others.

Immediately, someone roared at the crowd: "Brothers!! The bald donkey is hitting people. I think this is a fake master! They are breaking their word, hit him!!"

This ignited the powder keg, and the others around him immediately started shouting and cursing.

"I fucking knew it! These bald donkeys are mumbling nonsense that isn't Buddhist scripture at all!"

A group of monks immediately panicked. Before the fists of the crowd arrived, spittle flew over first.

The shivering Dharma Master Huijue didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a mouthful of saliva landed on his face, as if triggering a switch.

His whole state of mind instantly calmed down. He closed his eyes, raised his head forty-five degrees, put his palms together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Amitabha, if you want to kill or beat, please do as you wish, benefactors."

A commoner nearest to him had already swung his fist, but it suddenly stopped when it reached him.

The man was stunned by the solemn and holy expression on Dharma Master Huijue's face.

He turned his head and shouted to the crowd: "This is a real high monk! Everyone, don't hit him, hit the others!!"

Then he gently wiped the saliva off Dharma Master Huijue's face with his sleeve, and said with shame: "Master, I was rude... Please don't blame me."

The sticky feeling on his face disappeared, and Dharma Master Huijue became uneasy again. His heart was beating wildly.

He only had one thought in his mind: No! I must not speak at this time, or I will be doomed!

So he kept his eyes closed and only chanted Buddhist scriptures, saying nothing else...

Abbot Hongcheng looked at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with panic. He quickly shouted to the little novice behind him: "Quick! Go report to the authorities! Tell them someone is killing people at Fuyun Temple!"

The little novice was pardoned and ran away in a panic.

The angry commoners swarmed up and soon beat the monks in the temple into a mess.

However, Dharma Master Huijue was the only one who escaped the disaster. A vacuum zone formed around him, and he sat in the center constantly chanting the scriptures... The commoners couldn't help but feel awe.

The monks were all knocked down, but the commoners were still not satisfied. They rushed into the main hall and began to search for anything they could find.

Incense, offerings, wooden fish, prayer cushions, and other items were swept away, and some people even began to scrape the gold powder off the Buddha statues.

The crowd at the very back, who didn't know the truth, could only dip their items in the blood flowing from the hands of the masters.

The masters can't consecrate anymore, so I'll do it manually!

However, that little bit of blood was obviously not enough for many items. The commoners began to fight each other to grab the unconscious high monks, and the scene became even more chaotic.

Abbot Hongcheng stood in the crowd, his cassock torn to pieces. People who came later occasionally slapped him.

Faced with this scene of demons dancing wildly, his tears finally poured out like a dam breaking, but he couldn't say a word.

...............

After a long time, Fang Zheng, after receiving the little novice's message, led a group of soldiers to Fuyun Temple unhurriedly.

He was dumbfounded as soon as he arrived at the scene. The entrance was full of devastation. Pieces of the wall skin were smashed off, and many floor tiles were dug away.

The main hall door was open, and the Buddha statues inside were also scraped with mottled marks.

The situation in front of him exceeded expectations. It seemed like they had gone too far. He didn't expect Fuyun Temple to be so weak...

A dozen monks were lying on the ground in a mess.

There were also a few monks who looked obviously more advanced from their clothes, lying in a pool of blood, their eyes closed and their faces pale.

The only one who seemed to be okay was Dharma Master Huijue, who was meditating outside the main hall door.

Fang Zheng quickly ran to the side of those monks who were bleeding heavily, took a look, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that they still had breath.

Then he checked their wounds one by one, and after looking for a long time, he found that these people only had obvious cuts on their hands, and the rest of their bodies were covered in bruises from being pinched.

Especially their arms, which were covered with dense fingerprints.

Fang Zheng gasped.

There are vampires in the crowd! They were obviously squeezing blood...

When Abbot Hongcheng saw the government officials arriving, he, who was originally dying and leaning on a pillar, pounced at Fang Zheng's feet, hugged his thigh, and began to cry, with tears streaming down his face.

"This old monk is wronged!! Sir, we have no grievances, why do you want to harm Fuyun Temple like this!!!!"

Fang Zheng helped up Abbot Hongcheng and said sternly: "With me here, Master, don't panic. What exactly happened? Why do you say that?"

Abbot Hongcheng sobbed, as aggrieved as a little daughter-in-law.

"The government's announcement said that Fuyun Temple was offering free consecration and giving away Buddhist beads. Wasn't that instructed by you, sir?"

Fang Zheng said righteously: "Of course not! Why would this official do such a thing? Someone came to the government a few days ago and entrusted the government to issue this notice, and also donated a sum of money."

"This official didn't think much about it and just thought that the temple in our neighborhood was going to do good deeds, so I issued it."

"Master, please think about it, have I had any conflicts with your Fuyun Temple? Someone must be secretly plotting against Fuyun Temple..."

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect that such a malicious incident would occur in the neighborhood. Master, rest assured, I will definitely give you justice!"

Hearing this, Abbot Hongcheng was like a deflated ball. The hand holding Fang Zheng's thigh gradually loosened, and the whole person collapsed on the ground.

That's right... No matter how you look at it, this matter should have nothing to do with the government. He didn't even know who his enemy was. Who on earth wanted to harm Fuyun Temple......

The image of a young master in brocade suddenly appeared in Abbot Hongcheng's mind.

A hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes...

That's it, it must be him. It was he who inexplicably stuffed money into my hands, brought those high monks to Fuyun Temple, and then went to the government to issue an announcement. Only then did so many things happen.

This is using a knife to kill! It must be that those high monks had a feud with that person. I don't know that person, Fuyun Temple was just accidentally chosen to be affected, otherwise there is no other explanation!

"This old monk thanks you, sir......"

"You're welcome, this is all that this official should do."

Seeing that the old monk had no other questions, Fang Zheng began to look at the others.

His gaze swept to Dharma Master Huijue, who was the most conspicuous person in the audience. He was still mumbling with his eyes closed.

Fang Zheng smiled. Isn't this an old acquaintance?

"Hey! One-Ear!"