C382 Joy of Buddha

The old monk turned his head around with an unsightly expression. He saw a young child, who looked like a junior high school student, looking at him as he spoke.

"Don't talk, let's go!" Beside him, his mother quickly pulled him away.

In the end, it was not just the group of brainwashed believers that came to the Nine Tai Mountain. This mother was the most ordinary person who did not want to cause trouble and avoid trouble.

However, the words from the junior high school had already come out, and they slapped the old monk's face, making a loud sound.

The people on the ground looked at the old monk in confusion, as if their faith had been shaken.

The old monk forced himself to calm down. He wanted to calm down and regain his composure.

But how could Xu Qingmo give the old monk that chance? He walked forward with large strides to the old monk's side and extended his hand to fight.

The old monk had already made his move previously, there was no longer a need to cover his hands, he just raised his hands to block Xu Qingmo's kung fu fists.

Xu Qingmo could feel that this old monk's strength was not low, he was at least a second-rate expert. His own strength had been greatly reduced, but in reality, he could not do much to this old monk.

But! The old monk had always been at the top of the Nine Tai Mountain. He rarely fought with anyone and even his hands and feet were unfamiliar with each other!

After a few punches and kicks, Xu Qingmo had made the old monk kneel on the ground, standing upright.

Xu Qingmo had been fighting in the Mercenary Battlefield since a young age, so even if he did not have any martial arts skills, his killing power was still extremely strong.

The old monk was kneeling on the ground with a look of pity on his face. He looked like a grieving arhat, causing the people on the ground to feel even more respect for him.

Xu Qingmo pressed his hand on the old monk's shoulder, his killing intent surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across the land.

The old monk's complexion changed. Although he had already felt it before and experienced it, he still could not bear it. His originally merciful face became twisted in a flash. It was extremely fierce and made people's hearts tremble.

"You demon!" Someone pointed at Xu Qingmo and shouted.

"Buddha!" Someone cried.

In everyone's eyes, Xu Qingmo was just like a ferocious demon that bullied the old monk, but he looked even more kind.

The old monk endured it with all his might because he knew that as long as Xu Qingmo did not kill him, the more suffering he would suffer, the higher his status would be in the hearts of the people.

This was the logic behind the so called Bodhisattva Guanyin, who was suffering.

Seeing this scene, even the Black Phoenix who was holding Xu Qingmo's hands felt that it was a bit unbearable. Although she knew that the old monk was not a good person, but at this kind of scene, no matter how he looked at it, Xu Qingmo was the evil person.

"Forget it, don't worry about him. Let's go up." The Dark Phoenix advised.

Xu Qingmo shook his head and did not reply. He reached his hand into the old monk's chest and pulled out a long string of things.

Red, black, white, and all sorts of colors flew out from the monk's arms and into the sky, falling onto the bodies of the people lying on the ground.

When the old monk saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He wanted to struggle to get up, but how could Xu Qingmo agree?

"Are these stockings?" A citizen picked up his belongings and asked hesitantly.

Not only the stockings, but also a woman's bra and inner body!

The citizens looked at the clothes around them, their faces ugly.

A monk was carrying in his arms the clothes worn by these women!

"Isn't … isn't that your stockings?" A man grabbed a stocking and turned to the woman beside him.

The woman looked embarrassed and stammered, "No, not mine. It's not like that. Didn't I tell you that I lost my stockings when I was staying at the hotel?"

"Pah!"

The man slapped the woman's face, "You're still trying to argue? I was the one who ripped the hole in the stockings for you, how can I not recognize you? "It's lost. I think you should give it to this old monk!"

The man with the green hat completely sobered up, stopped being superstitious and pointed at the woman while cursing.

The woman did not say anything as she turned her head to look at the old monk.

"Is this yours?" Another man held a small inner ring and said to his wife, "Okay you, you told me that you accidentally dirtied it and then threw it away, how did you end up in the arms of this monk?"

"Didn't I give this to you last month?"

"How familiar, this chest …"

Many men started to cry out in alarm. To their surprise, they found out that these clothes actually belonged to their women.

All the men were angered. Although they believed in Buddha, they were not idiots. They had been tricked, everything was bullsh * t.

The women all looked embarrassed as they looked at the old monk.

Seeing that the situation was like this, the old monk clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "What this poor monk has with him is the joyous Buddha. I do not have any intention of sullying the wives of my benefactors; I am only praying to them and sharing the joy of the Buddhist scriptures with me."

All the men had strange expressions on their faces.

"It was all these female benefactors who took the initiative to ask me for Buddha's grace. I can only do it in my place. I have to suffer in the place of Buddha and I am willing to do it for the society. Even if I am despised." As the old monk spoke, he had a forgiving look, as if he was having fun with someone else's wife and he was suffering instead.

"Fuck next door!" A man jumped up and threw his underwear on the old monk's face, right in front of his ears.

"You think I'm a fool?"

"What the heck, why are you still doing this to me? F * ck you!"

The men were all furious. To be able to come all the way to the Nine Taishan to worship Buddha, they were naturally not ignorant and uncultured fools. They naturally did not believe the lies about joyous Buddha's kindness.

Xu Qingmo released the old monk's hand that was pressing down on him, grabbed the black phoenix and backed off.

The old monk initially resisted a few times, but he was quickly drowned by the crowd. Even though he knew martial arts, he was still a mortal. When he met these men who wanted to fight to the death with him, he could only helplessly struggle.

Previously, he was a respected and respected high monk, but now, he had become a lecherous monk that everyone wanted to beat up.

Xu Qingmo and the Black Phoenix stood at the back and watched for a while before they turned around to head up the mountain.

"You already knew?" The Dark Phoenix could not help but ask.

Xu Qingmo did not think of using force to suppress the old monk from the start. The old monk did not look down on those people, it would be useless even if he had to beat the old monk half to death.

Only by bringing down the image of the old monk from the hearts of the people would it be a fatal blow.

It was fine if he did not behave himself and hung out with those women, but it was most likely those women who had volunteered to do so. The key thing was that he had the habit of collecting women's clothes for himself, and had even brought them along with him at all times, which allowed Xu Qingmo to take advantage of this opening, and directly tear his face apart.

In reality, if the old monk was really clean and honest, lecturing on buddhist scriptures all day and then deceiving everyone, even Xu Qingmo would not be able to bring down his image in a short amount of time. It was just that his own body had exposed a flaw, and Xu Qingmo had seized this opportunity.

From this, it could be seen how terrifying those brainwashing religions were.

Buddhism did have its merits, otherwise it would not be widely spread. It was just that in everything there were pros and cons, and one could not completely believe in everything. Only by absorbing the essence and making up for himself would it be the true way of the world.

"But how did you know? Smell it? You have a dog's nose? " The Black Phoenix exclaimed.

Xu Qingmo grinned, turned his head towards the black phoenix and said: "I can smell the color of your underwear, do you believe me?"

The black phoenix was startled, and looked at Xu Qingmo not knowing what to say.

"Black!" Xu Qingmo said.

The Black Phoenix immediately raised her left hand to cover her chest as she looked at Xu Qingmo in shock.

When Xu Qingmo saw the Black Phoenix's appearance, he immediately laughed heartily and strode forward.

The Black Phoenix was dragged by Xu Qingmo until it ran away with small steps, then twisted its body behind him. It was very suspicious in its heart, even if Xu Qingmo had a dog's nose, he could only smell the scent, so how did he know the color?

After running a few more steps, the black phoenix suddenly realized what it smelled like. Previously on the plane, he had already reached his hand in, but he had no idea what color it was.

This fellow was just teasing him!

Thinking of this, the black phoenix raised its fist and smashed it towards Xu Qingmo.

Without turning back, Xu Qingmo reached out and grabbed the black phoenix's fist.

The black phoenix only felt her fist heat up as if it had been burned. She quickly withdrew it with her head lowered. A sweet taste spread throughout her heart …

Xu Qingmo and the black phoenix continued to move forward, and finally did not encounter any more obstructions along the way, until they reached the peak of the nine mountains, right in front of the Enlightenment Temple.

Dong Ming Temple was originally a very ordinary and very small temple, but in recent years, due to the tourism heating up, the temple was expanded quite a bit, so it still looked new.

At the center of all these buildings was the most primitive temple, the Cave Ming Temple.

Xu Qingmo and Black Phoenix arrived at the innermost area. They saw a cold-faced young man standing at the entrance of the Cave Ming Temple.

"The eighth place of the Mercy Pavilion, Sclerotus corylifolia Maxim!" When the cold-faced youth saw Xu Qingmo, he reported his name and waved his wooden stick, pointing straight at Xu Qingmo, "You dare injure Buddha, you must die!"

Xu Qingmo laughed, not wanting to waste any time, and raised his left hand, bringing the Black Phoenix's right hand behind her waist. Then, with a pull, he picked up the Black Phoenix.

"AHH!" As the black phoenix cried out in alarm, Xu Qingmo rose from the ground and rushed towards the Sclerotus corylifolia Maxim.

Xu Qingmo did not want to waste any more time here.