"You should know more about this than me. Then Ren Xie died at your hands back then." Wang Hu asked back.

Zhou Gan's slightly surprised mood calmed down again and said, "Most of the sword immortals who come to the world to disturb the situation are greedy for the enjoyment of power and are all incompetent in the master's sect. I still have to stay in Yangzhou for a while and get rid of it. Brother Hu doesn't have to worry."

Wang Hu raised his eyebrows and joked: "Santher, you are such a big tone. You are worthy of being a disciple of the big sect!"

The family did not speak the two families, and they had no polite words. Wang Hu then told the news of the Scented Sect. In this cult, the Great Phang Golden-winged King Mingwang Bodhisattva in Buddhism, who emphasized that ordinary believers could become Buddhas on the spot. In addition to the throne of the leader, there were four Dharma kings and many leaders. What was even more strange was that these doctrines only made people believe in Buddhism and preached, and had little demand for gold and silver, and there was no such thing as a response from heaven and man. They secretly spread the rebellious acts. In addition to using some despicable means, they were no different from the doctrines of Taoism and Buddhist temples in the secular world.

"This is strange." Generally speaking, most ambitious people do this for the incense sect and external things. They just preach and cannot guess their intentions.

"My brothers and two met again after a long time, and it is rare to get together. Don't be disturbed by these common things. Come on! Come on! Let's drink this bowl!" After saying that, he drank a big sip. Zhou Gan smiled. After becoming the leader of the gang, the boss became more refined in dealing with people, making people feel good when they meet. This is a good thing. He picked up the wine and drank it all.

After staying in this big ship for another three days, Zhou Gan wanted to say goodbye. Wang Hu was kind enough to keep him, but he was rejected and agreed to settle the matter of the incense sect and meet again.

A black-panned boat quietly slid upstream to the corner of the West Lake, stopped by the lake, Zhou Gan got ashore, and walked into Yangzhou City. As soon as he arrived at the urn city, he entered the door, and the person pulling the cart on the right slid, hit Zhou Gan, and fell to the ground. The debris on the car fell all over the ground.

"A little trash, it's dirty, it's rude! It's rude!" The chariot puller bent down and bowed, squatting down to pack up the debris. This movement also attracted many people to stop and watch, and they didn't notice that the man who was hit had left.

Zhou Gan touched the thick layer of paper in his arms, raised the corner of his mouth, and prepared so quickly. The speed of the Beggars' Sect was really satisfactory.

I randomly searched for a restaurant, asked for a private room, tore open the cowhide package, picked up the paper and checked it carefully. The Scent of Scent of Incense was really amazing. Even so many people in the Beggars' Sect had only found a small number of lower-level scholars, who were foolish wives, and could not find out any news. Even if there were a few masters who could track down the missionary people, they would be lost in just a moment, as if these people had suddenly disappeared.

I threw the information I found in the Beggars' Sect these days on the table, closed my eyes and pondered for a while, made up my mind, and clicked on the part I wrote on the paper.

Everything in the world can be divided into two parts. If there are good, there will be bad. If there are good, there will be evil. It can be magnificent and has worn-out clothes and bad feet. It is rich and peaceful like Yangzhou, and there are also broken tiles and shabby houses. Especially the number of refugees coming and going is increasing, and the number of roosters and dogs in the city is also rising.

The place where Zhou Gan came was called Liuren Street, and there were unkempt and crowded everywhere. There were even people selling their children with signs. It was so sad that the sound of gongs and drums sounded. Several yamen runners came to the street with hot pots and distributed rice porridge and steamed buns. The crowd suddenly became boiling and rushed forward.

After walking around a few simple alleys, he quietly came to a thatched hut. Two or three people knelt or sat around a white-haired old woman. The old woman slowly spoke, saying something about gods and ghosts. Bodhisattvas developed great powers, and believers entered the Western Buddha land after death, and were eternal and happy. The rest of them listened with relish and forgot to eat food. After a while, the old woman folded her hands together and bowed. The people agreed to this, with a solemn expression and bright eyes, as if their spirits were different!

Zhou Gan observed secretly for a while. The old woman was not good at practicing Taoism, and did she have the skills of fist and foot. She looked like an ordinary old man, almost the same as what the Beggar Gang disciples said. She frowned, walked up, and asked, "What is the old lady teaching?"

"Is it something that teaches people good? Is it an adult from the yamen? Or is it someone else who doesn't know where to come?" the old woman said happily.

“Who taught you this?”

"He is a disciple of the Golden-winged King Bodhisattva."

"I want to meet you again, don't know if it's possible?"

"These great masters never see outsiders, and only those who believe in them can see them."

Is that right? Zhou Gan stared at the old woman for a moment, turned around and left, unable to ask anything from this person, he had such intuition.

In the next few days, Zhou Gan went to several places where the incense smelled the sect was. This was the case, so he paid attention to the old woman. As long as he preached, it would be impossible for these cult thieves to gather these believers and wait for the rabbit. But this rabbit seemed extremely difficult to catch, Zhou Gan thought about it.

Sure enough, three days later, Zhou Gan suddenly sensed the breath of the old woman suddenly disappeared from the room. When he opened his eyes, he jumped off the nearby roof and kicked open the door. He saw the old woman sleeping on the worn cotton wool, leaving only her head outside the door, her eyes closed and her face peacefully. When he approached, he pulled the head open, and his eyes suddenly opened, and shouted: "What are you doing with the old woman's head! What are you doing with the old woman's head!"

"Taiqing is authentic, the Dharma eyes are open!" Zhou Gan shouted softly, and the green light in his eyes was half a foot, and the head screamed, the black air dissipated, turned into yellow paper, and stuck to the wood. What he grabbed in his hand was really the half piece of wood.

"Discover the trick! It's true that there are people who practice Taoism who are mixed in!" Zhou Gan murmured to himself, looking around. Where the green light shines, it turned into a fictitious shape and the texture was obvious. Suddenly, there was a big hole under the water tank on the right side of the bed, and I didn't know the depth.

It turned out that the passage was here. Zhou Gan lifted the water tank with one hand and jumped down. It was about two or three meters at the bottom. A dark tunnel fell into his eyes. He looked left and right and slowly walked forward. There was about one stick of incense, and the light shone out. Zhou Gan was quickly alert, and a sound came out...

"The Buddha was born, and there were lightning and thunder in all directions of the world, water and fire stirring, and the devils were terrified and wanted to plan, but he expected that a golden light would descend to the West, and the Buddha's bright light was prosperous, and the eight heavenly dragons and seventy thousand Buddha's sons were all..."

After listening to it for a while, Zhou Ganzhu couldn't help but sneer. This story is not as interesting as I've told the "Biographies of Little Sword Immortal" with my senior sister. Suddenly, my mind moved and a very subtle fluctuation came out. If it weren't for the innate clear energy in my body that had turned into innate and transparent light, I could not sense it.

He quietly stretched his head to look at it, but was surprised to find that this strange aura came from the crowd of people who were focused on listening to the sermons below. How could this be possible? If you only burn incense and worship Buddha, you can attain enlightenment, then will this world be in chaos? When you sense it again, the wave disappeared again, making Zhou Gan almost feel that he had hallucinations.

While hesitating, the monk on the stage who was wearing a cassock and bald head was taking the precepts seemed to have finished speaking the meaning of the sutra, and began to talk about the worldly feelings, which were about ten thousand feet of the world, and all sentient beings were suffering. Only those who believe in the Bodhisattva of the Golden-winged King of Ming Dynasty were liberated after death. What is strange is that there are no disobedient words, and do not commit kindness to others, nor do they refer to people to do evil. They just need to worship Buddha sincerely.

After a while, the great monk launched another Buddha niche, with ten and three golden bodies, making joy, sorrow and joy, with wings on his back and claws on his feet, and his appearance was extremely strange.

The great monk took the lead in worshiping, and the disciples followed closely. Zhou Gan saw the old woman also among them-

"The World Honored One came to the world, cleansed up the demons, established the Buddha's kingdom, and countless worlds..."

After chanting the mantra for a long time, the Buddha's niche exploded with a roar, and a golden light shot out, covering the people present, making them believe it more and kneel down and worship.

The monk waved his cassock and disappeared. The people stayed for another half an hour before slowly dissipating. Seeing their expressions, they became even more pious.
Chapter completed!