Chapter 55 Performing Mercy with Thunder

When Daoran's hands lit up with purple lightning, Yuan Su felt his scalp numb.

That is the power of thunder and lightning. Can a person survive if it is hit by it?

He was just trying to get his fellow disciples to escape, but he didn't expect that Dao Ran would be the first to target him.

Daoran pointed his finger at Yuan Su like a sword, and the lightning flashed past and penetrated into Yuan Su's chest before he could react.

A feeling of numbness came, Yuan Su fell to the ground, and his body began to twitch uncontrollably.

Daoran was very satisfied with the effect of this Thunder Finger move.

The palm thunder taught by Ramanu is more powerful than the thunder finger. With one palm, these eighteen bronze men can be turned into eighteen charred corpses.

However, it consumes a lot of mana. Daoran still maintains Mou Zhixuan's summons and lets the giant snake protect Nie Zhengyan's family, so he can only use Palm Thunder once at most, and then he has to accumulate mana for two days.

The palm thunder spell developed by Daozu is indeed powerful. The essence of this spell is actually the control of thunder energy. It is equivalent to telling students the basic formula and letting them use it to solve application problems.

Daoran mastered the basic principles of Palm Thunder and easily figured out how to use Thunder Finger. Thunder Finger is a single-target spell, which is far less powerful than Palm Thunder, but its consumption is also far lower than Palm Thunder.

Dao Ran is not here to kill people today. The Thunder Finger is enough to electrocute people to the point of death and completely lose their ability to resist, but it is not fatal. It is the most suitable spell.

Seeing Daoran pointing, Yuan Su twitched, and the other monks suddenly panicked.

This Monk Daoran is not only invulnerable from top to bottom, but he can also kill him instantly with magic. How could they defeat him? He would be a fool not to run away now.

The remaining monks dispersed in a hurry. Some wanted to run into Lingyin Temple, some wanted to escape in the opposite direction, and some showed a little loyalty and were ready to help Yuan Su.

But no matter what choice they make, it makes no difference to Daoran.

No matter how fast you run, can you still be faster than thunder and lightning?

The eighteen bronze men who were majestic just now turned into eighteen epileptic patients who fell to the ground and rolled their eyes.

The commotion in front of Lingyin Temple quickly spread to the temple.

Before the Eighteen Bronze Man could recover, an old monk with a white beard walked out of Lingyin Temple.

"Master Daoran, Lingyin Temple has been destroyed, do you still want to kill them all?" The old monk pointed at Daoran tremblingly and said.

"Who are you?" Daoran asked.

"The poor monk's Buddhist name is Daoming, and he is the head of the Bodhidharma Academy of Lingyin Temple." The old monk said through gritted teeth.

"Where did Monk Daoling go? As far as I know, the matter of finding a guy to replace the abbot of Lingyin Temple should be led by Monk Daoling. He is the actual controller of Lingyin Temple." Dao Ran asked.

Monk Daoming's face was full of reluctance, but looking at the eighteen bronze men lying on the ground, he could only endure it and said to Dao Ran: "Senior Brother Dao Ling is missing."

"Missing? He shouldn't be able to get out of bed, right?"

"I don't know. No one has seen him since the Dharma Conference. The same goes for Shenxiu. He has been missing since that day."

Daoran touched his chin, feeling that this was a bit strange. Vaguely, he seemed to have a sense of danger. This was probably not an illusion, but his spiritual sense attribute and his undeveloped third eye jointly warning him.

"Are these two people determined to hide their evil intentions and prepare to hide and plot against me?"

Daoran kept an eye on it, but now he couldn't care about the two people. He said to the old monk in front of him: "Then you have the final say in Lingyin Temple now?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is temporarily taking the position of the abbot. Master Daoran, what is your purpose in coming to Lingyin Temple? Are you really here to drive away all the people?" Monk Daoling asked in an almost pleading tone.

"What good does it do me to kill them all?" Daoran said with a smile: "I just said, I am not here to have a dispute with you today. On the contrary, I am here to save you."

"Save us?" Monk Daoming's face was full of doubts, and he didn't believe a word of what Dao Ran said.

Lingyin Temple is what it is today, thanks to this little monk in front of me. Even if he can answer hundreds of calls in Hangzhou now, how can he help Lingyin Temple?

unless……

Monk Daoming frowned and thought of an unlikely possibility.

Could it be that this young monk fell in love with Lingyin Temple and wanted to be the abbot himself?

This idea is pretty crazy, but it also seems to make some sense.

After the Dharma Discussion Conference, Dao Ran became a real holy monk, and absolutely no one in Hangzhou dared to oppose him face to face. If Dao Ran became the abbot of Lingyin Temple, then Lingyin Temple would indeed be saved.

Those believers who cried and shouted for Lingyin Temple to refund their money before will probably soon change to crying and shouting to give Lingyin Temple more money for fragrant oil. They will not accept it. They can just fill the merit box.

In this way, not only can the crisis of Lingyin Temple be resolved, but the reputation of Lingyin Temple can be further improved.

"I'm confused. Why did you think of being the abbot of Shenxiu in the first place? Master Daoran is obviously more suitable. As long as Lingyin Temple is famous, other things will not matter."

Monk Daoming is very confident that as long as Lingyin Temple can restore its reputation, this century-old temple will soon be rejuvenated and become the number one Buddhist temple in Hangzhou City, no, it should be the number one Buddhist temple in the world.

Thinking of this, the old monk's eyes changed when he looked at Dao Ran, from being angry and afraid to speak to being full of expectation and hope.

And as long as they are not prejudiced, anyone who sees Daoran's face will be affected by his super charm and can't help but feel close to him.

The old monk now felt that Dao Ran felt comfortable no matter how he looked at him. He was simply the Master of Zhongxing given to Lingyin Temple by God.

Daoran was a little disgusted by the old monk's eyes. He must have been possessed by evil spirits.

It didn't matter whether he was possessed or not, Daoran quickly brought the topic back to the topic.

"In this case, I won't talk to you anymore. Lingyin Temple has been sued by many victims for fraud, and it probably owes a lot of money. I can come forward to temporarily calm the matter for you and give Lingyin Temple a chance to breathe.

In exchange, everyone at Lingyin Temple will do something for me."

After hearing this, the old monk felt that something was wrong. It didn't sound like he was going to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple. Why did it become an exchange?

"What do you want us to do?" the old monk asked.

"A good thing, a good thing that allows you to atone for your sins. I want you to help the people catch snakes and make up for the missing snake tax." Daoran said.

"Catch snakes? Doesn't this mean we are going to kill animals? How is this okay?!" The old monk refused immediately upon hearing this.

This is not a question of mercy or not, but a large part of Lingyin Temple’s income comes from various “life release and prayer” activities.

Normally, the monks of Lingyin Temple have the attitude of "sweeping the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants". Now if they are asked to catch snakes, how can they deceive them in the future... No, how can they encourage believers to release snakes to accumulate merit?

"Don't worry, you can tell others that you are forced to catch snakes by me, and I will bear all the sins of killing." Daoran said to the old monk.

"No, monks are compassionate and must not kill." The old monk said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderbolt passed by Monk Daoming, splitting a big tree behind him into charcoal.

Daoran smiled and said to the old monk, "I'm afraid you made a mistake. I'm not discussing this with you."

The old monk looked back at the charred tree, swallowed, and then said to Daoran: "Amitabha, the snake tax affects the livelihood of the people in Hangzhou. Monks are compassionate and should put human life first."
Chapter completed!