"The miracle doctor is really warm in the apricot forest. He has a wonderful hand and a benevolent heart. He shows kindness without asking for anything in return. Such a broad and benevolent mind is unparalleled in the world!"
After being rescued, people were extremely grateful and their hearts were full of respect for Ji Mo.
They were all Buddhists, but now they all regarded Ji Mo as a living Bodhisattva who saved people from suffering, and they devoutly remembered Ji Mo's kindness in their hearts.
Unknowingly, a different power of faith appeared out of thin air in the blissful plateau shrouded in Buddhist rhyme.
Above the sky, the Buddha's light shines, and the terrifying Buddha's breath surges like a frenzy, trying to clear away this alien power of faith.
However, this power of faith is like a grass that has just broken through the ground. No matter how violent the storm hits you, it is still full of vitality and indelible.
And, it is gradually growing.
Deep in the Paradise Plateau.
An ancient bronze bell hanging high in Xiaoleiyin Temple seemed to sense something. It vibrated violently and sounded like thunder, ringing nine times.
A huge golden Buddha sitting cross-legged in the main hall was startled and suddenly opened its eyes.
The Buddha's eyes were as bright as the sun, erupting with astonishing celestial light, and his terrifying sight kept scanning the entire Paradise Plateau.
a long time.
The Golden Buddha didn't find any clues, so he couldn't help but hold the lotus in his hand and calculate carefully with his fingers.
"It's strange. I haven't figured out what's wrong, but why am I feeling uneasy?"
The Golden Buddha frowned, puzzled, and then smiled: "Without color and form, there is no dust."
He chanted the Buddha's name, regained his inner calm, and slowly closed his eyes.
And on the Baolian in his hand, the strange black lines disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The Buddha's breath on the Golden Buddha's body became colder and colder.
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The next day.
The temple dedicated to "destined people" has opened its doors again.
A fat monk with big ears walked out indifferently, thinking in his mind that he should kill the destined person who was not short of money today.
However, when he walked out of the door, he was shocked.
The scene that should have been crowded and crowded disappeared, leaving only a few dozen people standing in front of the temple in a sparse and listless manner.
Moreover, these people did not worship as devoutly as before, praying quietly and confidently to the masters in the temple for help.
These dozens of unlucky guys who just refused to believe Ji Mo personally trampled on the herbal pills that could cure all kinds of diseases and had no choice but to stay here and wait for the master to cure themselves.
"Where are the other fat sheep... people?"
The monk was so surprised that he almost spilled the beans.
In fact, in his eyes, these believers who came to seek medical treatment were just fat sheep left to be slaughtered by them.
Now that these fat sheep are gone, won't there be no way to make money in the future?
Someone on the scene replied: "Master, a miracle doctor cured them all yesterday, and he did it for free without any compensation."
"Yes, he didn't take any money, and he didn't even leave a name. He is simply a living Buddha in this world."
Others agreed, deliberately praising Ji Mo and emphatically implying that the miracle doctor did not charge money.
They hoped that after the monk found out about this, he would follow suit and treat them for free.
"What, someone actually wants to steal the business of our little Leiyin Temple."
The monk was furious and filled with murderous intent.
Cutting off someone's financial path is like killing one's parents, the hatred is irreconcilable.
Moreover, the other party actually treated patients for free. This not only ruined their jobs, but also harmed their reputation.
"Business?"
The people on the scene couldn't believe their ears. Aren't they destined to be together in Fodu? In your eyes, this is just business.
The faith in their hearts began to collapse, and they asked: "Master, don't I, the Buddha, save all sentient beings? How come treating us has become a business?"
The monk snorted coldly: "Buddha saves all sentient beings, but Buddha also needs incense to worship. You won't be willing to give me even a small amount of money for incense oil."
"Money for sesame oil? Of course you should give it."
Someone wisely took out a dozen fairy crystals and handed them over respectfully with both hands: "Master, this is a little bit of my heart. If I can completely cure my stubborn illness, I will get more sesame oil money."
A dozen pieces of immortal crystals are already a huge fortune for those who are looking for them.
However, the monk didn't take it seriously at all. He knocked it over with his palm and shouted angrily: "That's all, and you're sending a beggar away. Who will treat you with that little fairy crystal?"
Because he was in a bad mood, the monk stopped pretending and told the bloody truth directly.
There is no such thing as Buddha's salvation. If you don't have money, you can't even think about seeing a doctor.
These words completely hurt the hearts of everyone present.
Some people even couldn't bear it and shouted with anger on their faces: "My Buddha is compassionate. As monks, do you only care about money in your heart and don't have any compassion at all?"
"Hmph, if you dare to tarnish my Buddha, don't blame this poor monk for sending you to the West."
The monk dispersed, appeared directly in front of the man, and slapped him until he vomited blood and flew away.
The man kept coughing up blood, his face turned pale, and his faith in the Buddha completely collapsed.
When the others saw this, they glared at the monk, but they dared not say anything in anger. This was the territory of Xiaoleiyin Temple. If they didn't want to die, they had to swallow their anger and compromise, otherwise they would never get any good results.
"If you have money, show your sincerity openly. If you don't have money, get out."
The monk looked around at everyone and showed his true face.
At this time, he stopped pretending and said frankly that as long as the money for the sesame oil was enough, everything would be easy to discuss. If he was unwilling to offer enough money for the sesame oil, he would be ungrateful and would naturally not be able to get cured.
The faces of everyone on the scene were full of bitterness. They looked at the fierce-looking monk in front of them and recalled the miracle doctor who showed no kindness in return yesterday. After some comparison, they realized how noble Ji Mo's character was.
There is really a world of difference between the two.
Their inner beliefs could not help but change and turned towards Ji Mo.
Ji Hanhan didn't know that he had gained a group of loyal believers inexplicably.
He and Si Xiang continued to move forward, heading in the direction of Xiaoleiyin Temple.
As he kept getting closer to Xiaoleiyin Temple, Sixiang also felt that something was wrong, and said disdainfully: "It's really ironic, even Xiaoleiyin has given up the light and thrown himself into the embrace of darkness. It turns out that Buddha is also afraid of death!"
Its spiritual consciousness is extremely sharp, and it has already detected a hint of darkness.
Obviously, Xiaoleiyin Temple is no longer upright and has become a lackey of darkness.
This dark aura is very obvious, indicating that it is not just a few people who have thrown themselves into the darkness, but a huge number of creatures.
It is certain that most people in Xiaoleiyin Temple are completely depraved.
"If Xiaoleiyin Temple is no longer bright, there is no need to exist."
Ji Mo's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Since Xiaoleiyinsi has indeed become a lackey of darkness, he may indeed have been involved in the murder of Kongxian. He will definitely avenge Kongxian and send Xiaoleiyinsi to hell.