“Your distinguished guest has good eyesight!”

"This is a newly built Buddha statue in our temple, but it has not yet transformed into a golden body."

The little novice monk responded to his question.

"I see! Then I have to pay homage properly!"

Yu Daoxian stopped and did not enter the hall. He only bowed at the door.

Click, click, click!

An extremely subtle cracking sound was heard, hidden beneath the chirping of insects.

If someone could look behind the Buddha statue, he would definitely see cracks as dense as a spider web.

If you paint the Buddha demon, you can't stand the worship of the demon, and you will die!

After worshiping the "Buddha statue", the two of them went to the well in the backyard.

"Come and drink water!" A voice rang in my ears.

"Little Master, why did you forget! I don't want to drink water, I'm here to fetch water!"

He turned to the mountain spirit in confusion, wanting to ask clearly.

"Haha, haha, I'm just afraid that our distinguished guest will be thirsty!"

The little novice monk laughed and covered it up.

Yu Dao nodded first, then hung the barrel on the hook and used the windlass to draw water.

The crazy bone demon in the well was holding on to the barrel, trying to drag the people down the well.

However, its strength is too small.

Moreover, the bucket seems to be a sealed magic weapon. As soon as it comes into contact, it is stuck to it and cannot be let go.

Zhi'ao! Zhi'ao!

"It's so heavy. Is a bucket of water that heavy?"

Even so, the movements of his hands were not slow. The windlass turned rapidly, shaking the bucket directly out of the water.

Losing its foothold, the Crazy Bone Demon immediately turned into a ball of smoke and dissipated at the mouth of the well.

"What! This is obviously a dry well!"

"Little monk, are you kidding me?"

He glared angrily, making the little novice tremble with fear.

"No, it's not! Dear guest, please calm down!"

"There happens to be a hot spring in the mountain behind my temple! If your distinguished guest wants to freshen up, how about you follow me to the hot spring?"

The mountain spirit rolled his eyes and thought of a place to go.

"Since Mad Bones is of no use, let the Drowning Girl take over!"

"Hot spring? What a great place! Let's go back first and call my wife!"

Upon hearing this wonderful thing, Yu Dao turned from anger to joy and urged the young novice to lead the way.

When they returned the same way, they met a fat monk and a lean and short monk.

"Amitabha, the donor shouldn't be here!"

The fat monk made a name for himself, but what he said made the little novice monk furious.

The short monk next to him looked like an animal and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Thank you for your advice, master! I am just taking shelter from the rain temporarily and have no plans to become a monk!"

…

Click! Click!

On the roof, something landed on the tiles, making a soft sound.

Silently stood up to check and saw that several pieces of tiles had been lifted open, revealing the night.

Suddenly, a ferocious and scary face appeared, jumped from the roof, and fell straight into her face.

Ah sneeze!

Dust from the roof fell, causing a silent sneeze.

As soon as the clawed Yuan Xing Yao approached, he was sneezed out of the house and disappeared into the vast night.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

There was another knock on the door.

"Who is it so late at night?"

She did not go directly to open the door, but asked one more question like an ordinary mortal.

"Amitabha, Tan Yue, I'm here to give you a mirror!"

There seemed to be a nun coming outside the door.

"Does Master also practice in this temple?"

She hurriedly opened the door and saw a very beautiful woman. Judging from her appearance, she was very similar to Miaoyu in the illusion of Taixu.

"Amitabha, a poor nun lives in seclusion in the back mountain!"

"I heard that a female family member came to the temple, and I thought that the meditation room was not well prepared, so I sent a bronze mirror in the hope that it would be useful to Tan Yue."

The nun stretched out her white hands and offered the bronze mirror.

"Haha, Master is so thoughtful!"

"The little woman is getting ready to wash up, but she is missing this mirror!"

"Master, please come in quickly, let's have a good chat!"

He took the bronze mirror silently and invited him warmly.

"So, the poor nun is causing trouble!"

This statement is exactly what the nun meant.

Silently she walked towards the basin in the corner holding the mirror, and the nun followed her step by step.

However, her fair and smooth face suddenly became extremely ugly, and a pair of sharp horns grew on her forehead.

The jade hands hidden in the sleeves also turned into bony ghost claws, clawing at the silent back.

Wu Sheng had no idea, he just looked at his own face in front of the bronze mirror.

Within the mirror, a dark face suddenly flashed across.

"Ah, what was that just now?"

She hurriedly turned her head and looked around, but what she saw was still the jade-like face.

"The oil lamp is dim, I guess Tan Yue is dazzled!"

The nun pretended not to know and thought of an excuse.

"What Master Tai said is absolutely true. I guess I was dazzled."

She continued to turn around and looked behind her with the bronze mirror.

Only her and the nun's faces were reflected in the bronze mirror.

"Amitabha, Tan Yue must be dazzled..."

The words stopped abruptly because the nun saw an even more ferocious and ugly face in the bronze mirror.

This face raised the corners of its mouth, revealing its pale and sharp fangs, which was transformed into silence.

"How could it be? Is she also the incarnation of Prajna?"

The strange change in the mirror made the nun freeze in place.

"Master, tell me, who is more beautiful between you and me in the mirror?"

The mouth of the scary face opened and closed, and the words he spoke made the nun shiver all over.

Prajna is the transformation of a very jealous woman after her death. At this moment, they are comparing their beauty here, how can they not make the nun suspicious.

"Ah, of course Tan Yue is more beautiful!"

"No, the teacher is too beautiful!"

"Monks don't lie, Tan is more beautiful!"

"Master is still too beautiful!"...

As the two sang and harmonized, the ugly faces in the mirror gradually faded away and returned to their true colors.

Although the nun didn't mean what she said, she was gradually brainwashed by her false modesty, and her jealousy faded a lot.
To be continued...