Chapter 28 A little punishment
After politely declining the short-haired girl's kindness, Ye Qingxuan returned to his seat with the Buddhist beads bracelet, checking it while thinking about it.
Hmm, cursed Buddhist beads that can absorb the wearer's luck and then feed the absorbed luck back to the maker...
Buddhism actually has such a vicious instrument.
Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly.
Luck is a mysterious thing, which plays an extremely important role for everyone.
Those with strong luck can turn misfortune into good fortune and have no problems.
Those with weak luck are prone to stumbling over very small things, or encountering a bad fate at a crucial crossroads in life.
And this kind of Buddhist beads instrument is vicious because it is simple to make but can hurt people's roots.
A single Buddhist bead may only make the wearer unlucky, and the maker's profit is not high, but when the number reaches tens of thousands, the maker can get terrible profits!
This thing is like a termite attached to the wearer, gradually eroding the precious and thin luck of each person.
Selling such things openly, this Master Wuzhen of Baiyun Temple... Haha, let's go to Baiyun Temple after dealing with the things on the mountain.
Feeling the curse power contained in the Buddhist beads, Ye Qingxuan silently made up his mind and determined the next itinerary.
Return to Longhu Mountain, and then go to Baiyun Temple!
Buzz! ——
Just then, the Buddhist beads in his hand began to emit a strange suction force, trying to absorb the vast Longhu Mountain luck on Ye Qingxuan!
You have guts, are you really not afraid of eating yourself to death!
Ye Qingxuan was stunned at first, then sneered, and actually mobilized his own mysterious and terrifying luck directly, and poured it into the Buddhist beads fiercely!
Boom!
There was a shock in the void, and the Buddhist beads in Ye Qingxuan's hand trembled violently when the passengers around him did not notice anything unusual.
With a bang, obvious cracks appeared on the whole string of Buddhist beads, and then it became extremely dim as if something was lost.
.........
At the same time, in Baiyun Temple thousands of miles away.
It was already night, and the number of tourists in the temple had decreased, with most of them preparing to leave.
In a hall, an old monk sat there with a sad face, his hands clasped together, holding a string of Buddhist beads emitting a faint Buddha light, chanting sutras continuously.
Several young monks sat in the back, all looking at the old monk chanting with eyes closed with longing, one of them couldn't help but sighed in a low voice:
"Just listening to Master Wuzhen chanting, I feel comfortable all over. Master's merits must have been cultivated to perfection, right?"
"Yes, it seems that even the abbot doesn't have such a high merit."
The monk beside him nodded in agreement, his tone full of envy: "Moreover, the string of Buddhist beads in Master's hand, after years of nurturing, I'm afraid it has already become a good Buddhist treasure!"
"I really hope that one day I can also have a Buddhist treasure in the temple." One person said with some yearning.
"Stop dreaming."
"Hehe, I'm just saying, but with Master Wuzhen's demeanor, no wonder so many people come to him every day..."
From their words, we can know that the old monk who was chanting the sutras is the "star" monk of Baiyun Temple - Master Wuzhen.
Just as the young monks were talking about it, Master Wuzhen, who was chanting the sutras in front, suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed drastically, and the chanting sound in his mouth stopped abruptly.
The next second, the latter actually spit out a mouthful of blood directly to the sky, and the whole person's breath suddenly became weak.
Seeing this situation, the monks who were still envious all ran over in a hurry.
"Master!"
"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you spitting blood?"
Some of them asked with concern, while reaching out to help Master Wuzhen up, but after touching the latter's skin, they suddenly retracted as if they were electrocuted!
"It's so hot!" the young monk exclaimed.
At this time, Master Wuzhen's skin was ridiculously red, and even a faint white steam was faintly coming out, the temperature was quite terrifying!
"Uncle Master, what happened to you?!"
Master Wuzhen sat up with difficulty and wiped the blood from his mouth. His expression was ferocious at first, but soon became calm:
"It's okay. I was too focused when reciting the scriptures just now, and I entered a state of five hearts facing the sky. I accidentally faced the Buddha directly, so I was punished."
"There is such a thing... How do you feel now? Do you want us to find the abbot?"
"No need." Master Wuzhen waved his hand, swallowed the blood that surged up with effort, and said calmly:
"This kind of low-level mistake should not be made. This time, I will punish myself!"
After that, he put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name solemnly.
Several young monks were moved and chanted the Buddha's name.
At the same time, they sighed in their hearts that Uncle Wuzhen was worthy of being a high monk who was about to attain enlightenment. They really couldn't match his level of thinking.
Seeing that he had successfully fooled several people, Master Wuzhen adjusted his breathing with difficulty and asked in a calm tone:
"How is the Qinshan tiger demon that forced your seventh-generation master to death a few days ago now?"
"To answer your master, the tiger demon is dead." A monk replied honestly.
"Well, the tiger demon has practiced for thousands of years, and it is indeed difficult... Wait a minute, what did you say?!"
Master Wu Zhen nodded calmly at first, then paused and looked at the disciple in disbelief, with obvious surprise in his voice:
"Then the tiger demon is dead?"
"Yes."
"It's beyond my expectation..." Master Wu Zhen murmured, then asked:
"Did the local police use large-scale thermal weapons to defeat him?"
"No." The disciple shook his head and said in a tone of awe:
"According to the notice issued by the local police on the scarf this afternoon, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain rushed to Qinshan in person, and the tiger demon was killed by him himself!"
After a pause, the disciple then sighed:
"Uncle, if you don't use your mobile phone, you may not know that Longhu Mountain has really been in the limelight these past two days. First, a young Longhu Mountain Taoist killed three toad spirits live in Liangcheng City, and then the Celestial Master he......"
"Wait a minute." Master Wu Zhen's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he interjected and asked:
"You mean, a young Taoist priest beheaded three toad spirits in Liangcheng City?"
"Yes!" The disciple nodded and said, "I also watched the relevant video. He is very skilled in the golden light spell. He is definitely a master on Longhu Mountain!"
Master Wu Zhen was silent at first, then nodded stiffly and said:
"It's a bit of a pity. If the tiger demon had not died, I had planned to go and train him personally, but I didn't expect that the Heavenly Master would get there first, so there was nothing I could do."
"That Longhu Mountain disciple has always been like this, Master, don't worry, there will be a chance next time." The disciple complimented.
Master Wu Zhen hummed, agreeing with this statement and said:
"You guys go back today. Master, my heart is a little damaged, so I have to practice behind closed doors for a while."
"Yes." Several young monks agreed in unison.
It is not unusual for the elders in the sect to often retreat, practice or heal their wounds.
Master Wu Zhen nodded slightly, and then added seemingly casually:
"By the way, if any distinguished guests from Longhu Mountain come to visit in the past two days, please remember to inform me in advance."
"Understood."