Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 529
Immortal Jinting looked at General Shuibu, and sighed in his heart, this is really a talent!
Those who like to make trouble and are willing to make trouble are naturally talents, and they should be reused.

On the General Mountain of the Water Ministry, Immortal Jin Ting saw the hope of the upper mountain!

It's a pity that the Great Immortal Jinting didn't follow the Dao, and he didn't take the tricks. Instead, he praised Dijia and said: "It is true that there is no need to conflict with Guangjiao Temple. They are holding the death ceremony at the request of the county magistrate. What is it in our hands?"

"When we came here, we brought three thousand gods, which are not a minority, and it is even more troublesome to cultivate them. If there are too many losses, where will we go to recruit soldiers in the future? If you don't know how to use weapons, you don't need to use them. Recently, let them restrain themselves. Go out and cause trouble."

Dijia felt at ease, and said: "Obey."

General Shuibu blushed, looked at Immortal Jin Ting, gritted his teeth and said, "Since the commander has made a decision, it is natural that the commander has the final say."

General Mizubu trembled with anger, and remained silent for a day without speaking.

A clear-minded person like Dijia didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't know much about him, and he wasn't from the Ministry of Earth. He would not rashly remind the General of the Water Ministry that Commander Jin Ting was his immediate boss, so don't offend him.

If General Shuibu didn't appreciate it, wouldn't it make him more meddlesome?
Looking at General Shuibu, Dijia could not help showing a trace of pity in his eyes.On the contrary, Great Immortal Jin Ting was very generous, he didn't care about General Shuibu, and let him shake his face.

Immortal Jinting was only afraid that there would be fewer people like General Suibu, so why would he care about him?

The Duan Dharma Assembly in Xuanzhou City was very grand, and Guangjiao Temple almost came out in full force, borrowing the Guanyin Nunnery in the city as the dojo, and the two families jointly held the Duan Dharma Assembly.

Burning incense, bathing, fasting, chanting scriptures, ritual confession, giving food, praying for blessings, and enlightenment, for seven days in a row, chanting scriptures all over the city.

The fragrant clouds are like a cover, ethereal and endless.

Those evil spirits and ghosts fled early, and those who stayed in Xuanzhou City either had powerful mana and fearless, or knew nothing about their own death.

The Dharma Assembly is dedicated to the sacredness of the Buddhas of the ten directions, and various visions are born, which are difficult to see with the naked eye, but can be perceived spiritually.

The resentment from the mass graves outside the city, the evil spirits from the dead, and the evil spirits from the ghosts who lingered in the world were all dissipated in the puja.

The Great Immortal of Jinting took several rampant gods of the water department and the earth department in the Wutong Temple, and did not go out to make fun of himself.

Covered by incense, they can't hurt their ghosts and gods.

General Shuibu's face was solemn, never expecting that the monks of Guangjiao Temple still have real skills.

This kind of scene, even if three thousand rampant gods gather together, it won't please them.However, if they waited for the Fa Conference to end and attacked them suddenly on their way back to Guangjiao Temple, they would only need to pay a part of the price to obtain great credit.

It's a pity that Jin Ting Daxian disagreed.

If it weren't for the soldier talisman, General Shuibu would have led his own troops to ambush Guangjiao Temple.

After seven days, the Dharma meeting ended, some monks returned to Guangjiao Temple first, and the rest of the abbots talked with the county guard.

The governor asked the abbot of Guangjiao Temple about one thing, and asked: "I heard a rumor recently that there was a Wutong Temple in the city, which enshrined the Wutong God. It is very effective and quite popular among the people. Because I am not an official priest, it always makes me feel uneasy."

The host of Guangjiao Temple confirmed, "Wutongshen?"

The Sheriff nodded.

The host shook his head slowly, and said, "I've never heard of the name of Wutong God. The sheriff wants me to go and see it?"

The county guard said: "That's exactly the case. If it is an evil priest who harms people, he should ask the old Zen master to subdue the demon."

The host laughed and said, "It should be so, I'll go and check it out."

The old Zen master came to the Wutong Temple with two disciples, and found the temple in the market.

This temple is far less magnificent than Gusu Wutong God. There is only one courtyard, which was rebuilt from a residential building.

But the small courtyard has all internal organs, which is the configuration of a serious temple.

The old Zen master stood in front of the Wutong Temple, a little hesitant, because there were many believers in and out of the temple.

Before he went in, a young man came out of the Wutong Temple first, and came straight towards him.

It was clear that the sky was bright and white, but the old Zen master only felt a bright moon falling from the sky, his mind was distorted immediately, the day turned into night, and a huge ghost and god transformed from flowing water stood in front of him.

The old Zen master's brows trembled violently, and he asked, "Who is playing tricks in front of the old monk?"

The ghost's voice was like thunder, and said: "Old Zen master, I'm greeting you. I am the leader of the lower water department of the Wutong God Seat. I was ordered by the gods to build a temple here to protect one side. I also ask the old Zen master to be lenient."

The old Zen master said: "Heretic ghosts and gods also have such good deeds?"

The Zen light wrapped around him, golden mantras manifested around him, his cassock shook, the eight treasures shone, and rushed towards the ghost.

A crystal rainbow light flew out from the hand of the ghost and god, and blocked the Zen light of the old Zen master.

The old Zen master saw a treasure wheel with rippling water, wind and rain turning into a dragon, and a bright moon hanging high in the hands of the ghosts and gods.

The ghost took a step forward, and the old Zen master's body trembled.

The ghost pressed on step by step, and stood in front of the old Zen master. The old Zen master was already shaking like chaff, and his face was as white as paper.

The Zen light and jade crystal rainbow echoed each other, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

The old Zen master knew that he was not an opponent, and he couldn't even escape from this illusion. He already had the will to die, lowered his eyes, and chanted the Buddha's name in his mouth, and his whole body was full of light.

But seeing that the crystal rainbow on the opposite side gradually dimmed, I saw the ghost holding a treasure wheel in his hand, saying: "Old Zen master, I have no malicious intentions. Wutong Temple only takes some incense and does not hold blood sacrifices. My Lord Shangwutong The god is a fourth-rank god, with a hundred thousand generals under his command, with a compassionate heart to help the world."

"Old Zen master, please turn a blind eye and close your eyes. If you can keep the peace, you can keep Guangjiao Temple safe."

The night disappeared in front of his eyes, and the old Zen master stood in front of the Wutong Temple, but there was no shadow of the young man in front of him, everything seemed like a dream.

Two of his disciples supported him, one on the left and the other on the right, and said, "Master, why do you look so ugly?"

Only then did the old Zen master realize that he was already in a cold sweat. The face-to-face confrontation was all offense and defense at the level of spirits and gods. If the ghosts and gods hadn't deliberately kept their hands, he would have died under the precious wheel.

The old Zen master's air seemed to be taken away in an instant. He hunched up and looked at the Wutong Temple which was close at hand, but he didn't have the heart to go in and have a look.

He turned around and said, "Let's go."

The two disciples looked at each other, followed quickly, and asked, "Master, are you not going to Wutong Temple?"

The old Zen master said, "Go back to Guangjiao Temple."

"Should I tell the sheriff?"

The old Zen master smiled wryly, shook his head, and said, "Go back."

The Immortal Jinting stood at the gate of the Wutong Temple, watching the old Zen master leave.

General Shuibu still regretted it, and said, "Why didn't he come in."

If he came in, he would not be able to help the Immortal Jin Ting, and he would fight if he didn't want to.

(End of this chapter)