The holy monk didn't speak, looked at Wang Ke, what are you doing now? How to act?
Wang Ke took a deep breath and gave the holy monk a reassuring look, specially, the most difficult links have passed, what are you afraid of now?
The most important thing now is Zhang Zhengdao's side, it's time to stop!
"Ahem!"
Wang Ke coughed twice.
However, the screams below were still continuous.
The holy monk didn't know how to act, so he could only sit there and pretend not to know anything.
Wang Ke's face darkened, why is this righteous path so ignorant? It's time to stop, I know you are good at ventriloquism, but you can't act now. A group of monks are still staring, what should we do now?
"Masters, the holy monk is closing the gates of hell at this moment, and it is inconvenient to speak to you, if you have the heart, accompany the holy monk to chant scriptures together, so as to create a Buddhist environment for the holy monk surrounded by Buddha's sound, so that the holy monk can focus on closing the gate of hell, okay?" Wang Ke looked at the monks.
"Amitabha, the king can be the benefactor, what he said is very true! We will recite the Diamond Sutra together to help the holy monks!" A monk spoke.
Suddenly, all the monks sat down.
In an instant, the sound of Buddha rang out, and almost all the monks participated.
Wang Ke was also stunned, this group of monks are so talkative now? What about the ruthlessness of the angry King Kong a few days ago?
The sound of Buddha came from all directions, and countless people also suppressed the fear in their hearts, and while running away, they also quietly looked back.
Gradually, the screams underground slowly stopped.
Wang Ke's eyes lit up, Zhang Zhengdao was really sensible, and finally stopped shouting.
A group of monks chanted, listening to the screams disappearing, one by one with honor, as if this closed the gate of hell also had its own merit, and the chanting became louder.
Wang Ke turned his head to look at the holy monk, who saw Wang Ke's nod and knew it was time to end.
"Amitabha!" The holy monk suddenly spoke.
In an instant, all the monks stopped chanting.
"Thank you all for helping the poor monks, today's opening lecture is over, the poor monk still needs to transcend the dead, Amitabha!" The holy monk spoke.
The holy monk is starting to drive people away?
The holy monk at this moment is naturally different from the previous holy monk, and the words of the holy monk at this moment are like an imperial decree to the monks, and no one disobeys them.
"Amitabha! There is a holy monk, I will retire!" The monks stood up and bowed respectfully.
Without the slightest delay, a group of monks began to go out one after another.
At this moment, a disciple of the Immortal Sect suddenly changed his expression: "The face of the holy monk, how ...... the face of the holy monk"
The holy monk's face was full of acne, and it was three layers inside and three outside, the kind that scared people to death at a glance.
Previously, the Demon Suppression Temple still had a roof, and the inside was dark and could still be hidden, but now the roof is gone, so naturally someone can see it.
"The holy monk uses his mortal body to collect the ghosts who died in vain in vain in the world, and he himself is eroded by ghostly energy, resulting in facial trauma. Don't slander the holy monk!" A monk glared angrily.
"My Buddha is compassionate, and the holy monk is compassionate! At the expense of one's own body, we must also save the ghosts of unjust death, Amitabha! A model for our generation!" A group of monks opened their mouths to explain.
Wang Ke and the holy monk on the side stared wide-eyed, this, don't we want to blow this? Have you all helped the holy monk blow it? The holy monk just put allergy medicine on his face, what do you think?
Under the shouting of a group of monks, suddenly, the disciples of the Immortal Sect were "relieved", bowed respectfully to the holy monk one by one, and took all the people out.
At this moment, the holy monk still has important matters, but he can't disturb the holy monk!
Suddenly, the people in the wall of the Demon Suppression Temple were gone. A group of monks left the courtyard wall and did not leave, but sat around the wall of the Demon Suppression Temple, reciting scriptures to protect the holy monks and prevent outsiders from approaching.
The door closed, and Wang Ke and the holy monk looked at each other.
"Wang Ke, are we playing a little too big?" The holy monk looked at Wang Ke blankly.
"I, I don't know!" Wang Ke looked strange.
"The gates of hell are open, the Bodhisattva's anger, the divine retribution is coming, and the heavenly sword severely damages the primordial infant realm? This, how can I feel like I'm dreaming?" The holy monk looked strange.
Wang Ke looked at the clouds in the sky, although he didn't know what happened before, but Wang Ke knew that they were all fake, there must be someone above, Tian Zhen shouted Murong Luguang, could it be that Murong Luguang was hiding in the clouds?
As for the gate of hell, it is even more nonsense, it is clearly Zhang Zhengdao's ventriloquism.
"Call Zhang Zhengdao up first!" Wang Ke immediately opened the mechanism.
"Zhang Zhengdao, come out!" The holy monk shouted to the underground palace under the mechanism.
"I, I, poof!" Zhang Zhengdao's weak voice came from below.
"What's wrong?" Wang Ke's face changed and he jumped down from the underground palace.
Suddenly I saw Zhang Zhengdao holding the lightning whip, his whole body convulsing. There was even white foam in his mouth.
"What are you?" Wang Ke was shocked.
"I'm going to be electrocuted, this thing leaks!" Zhang Zhengdao said sadly and indignantly.
"I know, the leakage is not the first day, the key, why are you using the lightning whip? Didn't you perform ventriloquism just now?" Wang Ke was puzzled.
"What ventriloquist?" Zhang Zhengdao said blankly.
Wang Ke: "......."
Holy Monk: "......"
"Chase quickly, Nie Tianba was rescued by a group of rats, and a group of them were all rescued by rats!" Zhang Zhengdao said anxiously.
"What Nie Tianba, what mouse? You have hysteria, right?" Wang Ke stared.
Turning his head and following Zhang Zhengdao's point, Wang Ke saw that there was a big hole in the underground palace.
"This is?" Wang Ke was shocked.
"It wasn't me who shouted just now, it was Nie Tianba and the others, I used the lightning whip to ......" Zhang Zhengdao explained.
Wang Ke stared at Zhang Zheng and said: "So, what do we want to thank Nie Tianba and the others?"
Zhang Zhengdao: "......"
"Why did they run away?" The holy monk said curiously.
"Before, we were going to die together, of course, I would definitely be injured a little lighter, but in the end, a group of rats rushed in and attacked me deadly, I accidentally let go, and they immediately took the opportunity to escape, but they were all electro-charred and couldn't walk, but the mice carried them and ran away!" Zhang Zhengdao explained.
"Nie Tianba, will he also play tunnel warfare now?" Wang Ke said with an ugly face.
"How are you above? We didn't disturb you, did we?" Zhang Zhengdao was worried.
"It's okay, it's over! It's safe!" Wang Ke explained.
"Past? How could it pass? Nie Tianba and the others shouted so harshly just now, are they okay?" Zhang Zhengdao was astonished.
"Thanks to you ghosts, we are fine!" The holy monk explained.
Zhang Zhengdao's face froze, how can you curse a monk? Who is the ghost crying?
"Go out first, I will ask my subordinates to fill in the big hole here first, and then repair the Demon Suppression Temple!" Wang Ke shook his head.
A group of people left the underground palace like this.
A turmoil has passed, but another bigger turmoil has begun.
Originally, many people would rather believe that they had an attitude of not believing that they could not believe it, and did not believe so much in the disciples of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but now it is different.
Everyone knows the eighteen layers of hell, understands Mahayana Buddhism, sees the gates of hell, and even heavenly punishment! Now, the disciples of the Immortal Sect, the group of immortal monks, have all recognized their identity as holy monks, can the people not believe it?
The news was like wings, and it began to spread in all directions.
In just two days, Zhou Jing spread the news of the holy monk.
The holy monk has no cultivation, but he is a disciple of a bodhisattva, does it matter whether he has cultivation or not? Didn't you see that the monks of the Immortal Sect were all protecting the Dharma?
For a while, more and more people came to the Demon Suppression Temple to worship, and at the same time, the Tiandi Bank treasure banknotes sold by the children of the Wang family were out of stock again, no, it was hard to find a banknote now. This is the underworld coin that the holy monk personally identified!
Three days later, the terrace of the inn outside the Demon Suppression Temple.
Nie Tianba and the others were already able to move around, standing on the terrace one by one and looking at the crowds outside the Demon Suppression Temple in the distance.
"The holy monk opened the gates of hell? That scream was made by us, right?" A man in a blood robe said with an ugly face.
"Do you want to inform those people that they have been deceived?" Another blood-robed man asked.
The blood-robed people were silent for a while. Inform? Notify a fart! Now who dares to say that the holy monk is fake, a group of monks can spray you to death. What's more, he is still a blood demon, how dare he go out?
"What now?" Nie Tianba said with an ugly face.
"A group of rat demons came to report, saying that the underground palace under the Demon Suppression Temple has been filled with various boulders by Wang Yong, and some warning bells have been made. A man in a blood robe said with an ugly face.
"Specially, Wang Ke and the others, why are they so familiar with this line of authenticity? Let the rat demons be helpless?" Another blood-robed man said with a strange expression.
"Digging tunnels has always been the strength of the Wang family!" Nie Tianba said with a strange expression.
"What should I do? You can't go to the Demon Suppression Temple from the ground, if you go from the sky, you will definitely be killed by the righteous disciples, that group of monks are obviously stationed here, and the holy monks are shrunk and can't come out, we still have to catch a fart!" Another blood-robed man said.
"I can only go back and report the truth to the Rat King!" The blood-robed man said before.
"But what should we say when we go back? No one saw it, so he planted a big somersault, and he will be punished by the rat king!" The blood-robed man said with an ugly face.
"It's all Nie Tianba's fault, Nie Tianba told the Rat King that he was familiar with the king, and the Rat King asked him to cooperate with us! As a result, Nie Tianba did nothing! He didn't give us any warning, and we got into trouble!" A blood-robed man said.
Nie Tianba's face changed on the side: "No, no, I said it, I said you can't dig a tunnel, you don't listen!"
"Shut up! Nie Tianba, it's all your fault!" Go back and confess your sins to the Rat King!" The blood-robed man stared.
"That's right, if you hadn't told us how difficult Wang Ke was, we would have fallen into trouble?"
"That's right, that's right, Nie Tianba, you can only carry this black pot!"
While everyone was accusing, they kept clenching their fists and looking at Nie Tianba viciously. Nie Tianba's face froze, Nie Tianba had reason to be sure that as long as he did not agree to carry the black pot, these twenty fists would definitely make his head bleed!
(End of this chapter)