The full name of the Buddhist ceremony held at the Great Buddha Temple should be called the Grand Ceremony in which Buddhists all over the world present treasures to the Buddha.

It is to collect the treasures of Buddhists all over the world and ask the Buddha to send down mantras to transport believers to the west.

The power of faith is very powerful. Su Fei believes that this is a fund-raising act, gathering the treasures and lives of Buddhists all over the world to satisfy Monk Wuchan in writing the Thousand-Character Sutra of Resentful Souls.

If human lives are not enough, magic weapons will come to make up for it.

As long as it is a magic weapon, it will definitely be contaminated with the evil spirit of many dead souls. Even the most upright monks have conquered demons and eliminated demons, and will be contaminated with the blood and souls of living beings to some extent.

Of course, not all those who come to participate in the ceremony have expensive magic weapons, so they can sacrifice their blood and lives.

The Great Buddha Temple is a holy place and the venue is very large, but it still cannot accommodate the people who come to participate in the ceremony, so this ceremony will be held for seventy-seven and forty-nine days.

Let people come to worship the Buddha in batches.

Essentially, it was done in batches to satisfy Wu Chan's intention of writing the Thousand-Character Sutra of Resentful Souls.

It is really a humble move to gather monks from all over the world to complete an evil scripture, but if you do it like this, then you may not have much time to enlighten the cicada, so you can only speed up writing the scriptures by burning cauldrons and sinking boats.

Monk Wu Chan is killing the goose that lays the goose to lay the egg. Even if Su Fei doesn't come to solve the problem, there will eventually be monks who suspect the reason behind the matter.

However, the purpose is to write a complete Thousand-Character Sutra of Resentful Souls, so as long as the sutra is completed, the rest of the things will no longer be important.

What Su Fei has to do is to find the demon tower and rescue Monk Wu Ming.

It is extremely difficult to find the demon pagoda in the Buddhist Holy Land. Even if Su Fei already knew the conspiracy behind the Great Buddha Temple and knew that the former host was trapped in the demon pagoda here, it was still very difficult to find the person.

None of the monks here know that Master Wu Ming is alive. Only Monk Wu Chan knows, but he can't go and say it directly.

You just have to find the right opportunity.

"The old monk was suppressed and stayed in the Demon Pagoda for a few years, so he should be within a few days. I hope he doesn't die and just holds on a little longer." Su Fei thought to himself.

Sometimes when it comes to rescuing people, not only must you be strong enough, but the person being saved must also have a strong will.

Many stories are about the last critical moment when the person being saved could not hold on and ended his life.

So Su Fei's worries are not unreasonable, as he was suppressed under the Demon Tower.

Just thinking about it makes you realize how painful it is. Endless demons and ghosts are surrounding you. There must be evil spirits approaching as soon as you sleep, making it difficult to sleep soundly.

And there is no food, so I can only survive with my own spiritual energy, but there will be a time when I can't survive it.

There are also demonic and evil spirits that are constantly eroding the body, which must be very painful.

Big Buddha Temple, underground.

Inside the nine-story demon tower.

An old monk with a shiny face, a chicken in his left hand, a duck in his right hand, and a meaty pumpkin leaning against his back, both of which were cooked.

A group of witches were singing and dancing in front of him. They had graceful figures, goose necks, wasp waists, and long white legs.

That graceful dancing posture is unsightly.

The overwhelming sound corrodes human ears.

"I really can't hold on any longer." The old monk swallowed, threw away the roast chicken and duck in his hand, and kicked the big pumpkin behind him to pieces.

"After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha kept it in his heart. He will definitely understand my difficulties." The old monk picked up the chicken and duck again and put it in his mouth. As soon as it reached his mouth, he remembered something again: "He will understand me."

Bar?"

"Eat, eat, brother Yu, eat," a beautiful king came over and said softly to the old monk: "When people are hungry, they need to eat. When rabbits are hungry, they eat grass. You always say that monks can't eat meat."

, and also said that all things are equal, every flower and every grass is life,"

"Then when you eat vegetables, isn't it the same as eating meat? The vegetables are also life, and they also hurt."

"Everything is killing, and Brother Yudi is also a killer."

What she said makes sense.

And he also knew that he had sworn sworn relationship with the king.

I don’t know how the king is doing now, it really makes me miss the past.

If you don't go out, who will give lectures to the king and prince?

Are those old friends okay?

The old monk suddenly fell into a kind of hallucination, and his mind began to feel dizzy, too confused with the present. He persisted in resisting for a long time, and it seemed that he was about to collapse.

But he knew that this was a demon tower, prepared for him by his junior brother who mistakenly entered the demon path, for the purpose of learning the Heart Sutra.

He won't be fooled.

"Eat quickly, and when you're done, eat me too." The female king, dressed in gauze, was extremely enchanting, and her every move was exuding fragrance: "You and I have known each other for a long time, aren't you tempted?"

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the old monk doesn't care about it." The old monk sighed and said, "Let me wait for this poor monk to take a shower and get rid of the sixty-year-old ashes."

"Let me help you undress." The female princess began to do it.

When the pair of slender hands approached the old monk, the old monk suddenly became furious and struck a palm in the air, shattering the phantom of the female king, causing her to regain her true form as a ferocious snake demon.

"You evil beast, even if you want to enchant me, the old monk, you won't be qualified even if you practice for a thousand years." The old monk suddenly changed his face, catching the banshee off guard: "Amitabha, this poor monk plans to endure it for another sixty years, and he will die of old age."

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The Buddhist ceremony started in Foguang Square, and the heads of countless monks have been shining in the sun for a long time.

Now the Buddhists are all waiting for the host to come out, say a few exciting words such as Buddhism will kill Taoism sooner or later, and then start to offer treasures to the Buddha.

They are extremely religious.

In the main hall, the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

In the empty hall, thousands of sculptures of Buddhas and Arhats are placed around. Even if many oil lamps are lit, the place cannot be illuminated, and the whole place looks dark.

"Host, I'm waiting for you." A monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stepped into the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas and clasped his hands respectfully while speaking.

The old monk who was sitting cross-legged facing the Buddha's teachings slowly opened his eyes and said: "Last time it was your eighth junior brother who came to remind you to do things for the master. In a short period of time, we will never see him again."

The old monk suddenly became enlightened.

"The eighth junior brother died near the abandoned Tianyun Temple in Lianyun Mountain. I went to see it. The temple was smashed to pieces, the eighth junior brother's body was split vertically, and the corpses of the Baicao Garden disciples were everywhere."

"Amitabha, my master took twelve of you demons as disciples and brought them from the demon land to the human kingdom. Now there are only eight of them left. Since the dead wood incident, four of them have died for no reason in a row. This makes my master uneasy." The old man said.

The monk stood up and bowed three times to the Buddha's image.

"When a disciple works for his master, he is not afraid of life or death." The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk said piously.

The old monk turned around and stared at his disciple with a sharp gaze: "Everyone in the world says that fox demons are smart. Why are you so stupid? As a teacher, I don't care about anyone's life or death. But if you die before the work is done, it will embarrass me.

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"I just want to warn you, you can die, but you must do things more quickly and don't leave any tail for me."

The fox demon disciple hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed several times: "If I know this, I will definitely convey the master's words to other brothers."

"Get up," the old monk stroked his long white beard and looked out the door: "As long as these seven or forty-nine days pass smoothly, everything will be over. These days, you eight should be more diligent and don't give birth to any children.

Something happened,"

"That smelly monk didn't give me the Heart Sutra and made it difficult for me to write it. Otherwise, why would there be so much trouble?"

"When I finish writing the Thousand-Character Sutra, I will read it to him."

After speaking, the figure of host Wu Chan suddenly disappeared and appeared outside the door in an instant.

Appearing on a high platform, overlooking thousands of monks below.

"Buddhist Holy Land, Be Quiet."

He spoke calmly, but with all the pressure in it, his voice was like ocean waves, suppressing the noise of the entire audience.

Soon everything was calm.

"A Buddha once came into my dream and said that I lacked piety in Buddhism, that the bliss of the Western Heaven only awaits those who are willing, and that fake Buddhas are everywhere, destroying his true body..."

Monk Wu Chan turned on the sound of Buddha, and the sound entered the ears, making people feel like they were in the paradise of the Buddha's land.

"Buddhists, you can offer your precious things to the Buddha. If there are no treasures, there will be no problem. However, if you want to ascend to the Buddha's paradise in the Western Heaven, you must be pious. Your life can be deposited in the Western Heaven. The Buddha will remember your sincerity and understand it. I know your heart..."

Halfway through what he said to brainwash people, Monk Wuchan stopped and looked somewhere.

There was a Taoist priest looking around, not knowing what he was looking for.

Why is there a Taoist priest in the Buddhist ceremony?
Chapter completed!