Chapter 617

Vajra Sutra, Dharma Sutra and some well-known Buddhist sutras are recited by these monks, but these monks seem to be passing through a stage and are not so focused at all.

In contrast, the villagers of Xiaoshi village worship the Buddha devoutly, and everyone has a look of awe in their eyes. Obviously, in the hearts of these villagers, the status of the Buddha is supreme.

Under a mulberry tree, ye Xuan stood alone by the tree. He faintly looked at the ongoing Buddha worship and did not participate in it.

The so-called immortal Buddha is not worth mentioning in Ye Xuan's eyes. Ye Xuan will not worship the Buddha like the villagers, and ye Xuan has never paid attention to the great Leiyin temple in Lingshan in the West.

If it hadn't been for Buddhism and the creation of the two saints in the west, ye Xuan would have destroyed Lingshan long ago just because of the Lingshan mountain in the past. Where is today's great day of Buddha worship?

After half a day, from the cumbersome worship etiquette, the so-called big day of worshiping Buddha finally came to an end. Every villager in Xiaoshi village was flushed and read the Buddhist scriptures they didn't understand.

"The Dharma is boundless and benefits the world."

Kuhui put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in his mouth. The two monks came out more than the crowd with an merit box in their hands, and then looked around the villagers of Xiaoshi village. It was obvious that they were asking for incense money from these villagers.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Zhang Qinghe put his hands together. He looked pious. He was the first to come forward. He held the five copper coins tightly in his hands, and then piously put the copper coins into the merit box.

Now!

When kuhui saw the five copper coins donated by Zhang Qinghe, his eyebrows were frowning. Although he had expected that Xiaoshi village would not offer any incense money, he did not expect that a village head was so poor that other villagers were even poorer?

Sure enough!

Without waiting for kuhui's eyebrows to stretch, the villagers of Xiaoshi village came forward one after another, one copper coin and two copper coins. What's more, they took out some crops such as sweet potatoes as incense money fortress and put them into the hands of monks holding merit boxes.

"Enough!"

Such a scene directly made kuhui's face red, the anger that had been suppressed for a long time was rising, and the sound of cold reprimand sounded in the ears of the villagers.

"Even if the three animals and four fruits are inferior, now even the incense money to worship my Buddha is so stingy. You crafty people are lawless and have no Buddha in your heart." Kuhui is very angry. Where is there any mercy?

"The messenger calms down his anger. It's my little stone village..."

Zhang Qinghe was pale and hurriedly bowed down to explain, but kuhui stared at him before he finished his words, which directly made Zhang Qinghe shiver and suffocate his words.

"Poor mountains and rivers make evil people, poor mountains and rivers make evil people!"

Kuhui was angry and jumped angrily. He wasted most of his time in vain. At last, he received little incense money, which was the biggest humiliation to him.

The Buddhist emissary was angry and the villagers in Xiaoshi village were terrified, but no one dared to refute. Obviously, the prestige of Buddhism has existed in Xiniu Hezhou for a long time, so that these villagers have no different ideas.

"Bad guy!"

Suddenly, a weak child voice sounded in the crowd. Although the voice was not big, now the Buddhist envoys were angry and the villagers were afraid to speak. The voice was a little harsh.

"Bold, who dares to slander my Buddha?"

Originally kuhui was angry. At the moment, hearing this voice naturally added fuel to the fire, which also made him look for the source of the voice.

"Little Zhuoma, don't talk nonsense."

In the crowd, uncle Zhuo's face changed greatly. He quickly yelled at the little girl in a low voice and covered the little girl's mouth. Obviously, this voice was spoken from Zhuoma's mouth.

"Well, well, even this young child slanders my Buddhist people. You Xiaoshi village are so brave." Kuhui fingers the villagers present, and his voice became extremely cold and fierce.

"Don't be angry, Messenger. She's still a child. Please don't share common knowledge with her."

Uncle Zhuo quickly knelt to the ground, constantly kowtowed to kuhui, and pulled his granddaughter to kneel and make reparation to kuhui, but the little girl dodged and trotted to Ye Xuan, half of his body hiding behind Ye Xuan.

"They are villains. They not only bully uncle Qinghe, but also exploit the villagers' money."

The little girl clenched her lips and looked at the monks in kuhui's line with disgust. Obviously, in the little girl's pure heart, although she still can't distinguish good from evil, she can still see the good and bad.

"Demon boy, this must be a demon boy." Being reprimanded by a little girl made kuhui look blue, and pointed to little Zhuoma to denounce.

"Bold demon boy, dare to deceive the public and slander our Buddhist reputation."

Kuhui angrily denounced and strode towards the little girl. The cultivation of Jindan period was in full bloom, and a round of Golden Buddha light was blooming, which made people look at it and feel great fear.

"The messenger calmed down. She is just a child, not a demon child." Uncle Zhuo was sweating profusely and hurriedly stood in front of kuhui, with a trembling voice of supplication in his mouth.

"Messenger Mingjian, she is really just a child. Please don't get angry." Zhang Qinghe uttered a humble voice and knelt directly at kuhui's feet.

"Go away!"

Kuhui swept his sleeves and directly swept them out, which also made Zhang Qinghe and uncle Zhuo give a stuffy hum and hit them on the ground.

"Untouchables!"

Kuhuileng scolded. If he hadn't been a Buddhist, he would have killed them today, which would have disgusted him.

"Grandpa, uncle Qinghe!"

Little Zhuoma let out a low breath and was about to trot towards the two, but without waiting for her to move, she gently pulled her back with her palm.

"If you dare to take another step forward, you won't have to go today."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice came from behind the little girl. Ye Xuan stood with his hands down and was looking at kuhui mercilessly and indifferently. Obviously, this sentence was spitting out from ye Xuan's mouth.

"Huh?"

When ye Xuan's words fell into his ears, kuhui's face changed slightly. When he looked at Ye Xuan, he impressively found a young man in black standing behind the little girl.

Ye Xuan's coarse linen shirt has gray hair scattered behind his head, but his face is extremely handsome, and his skin is as white and tender as jade. Although it is very simple to wear, it gives people an unspeakable pressure just at that stop.

Although kuhui is a Buddhist, he is also a Buddhist practitioner in the golden elixir period. Although his accomplishments are not high, his abilities are extremely powerful. Otherwise, he can't become a Buddhist messenger with his accomplishments in the golden elixir period.

When ye Xuan's voice and appearance came into kuhui's eyes, kuhui's pupils suddenly stagnated, and his heart beat violently at the moment, as if standing in front of him was not a person, but an unimaginable big man.

Pressure, mountain like pressure, this is Ye Xuan's first intuition to kuhui.