A part-time Taoist priest was arrested and asked me how to kill demons?

After politely declining the short-haired girl's offer, Ye Qingxuan returned to his seat with the Buddhist beads bracelet, examining them while thinking about them.

Hmm, can the cursed Buddhist beads absorb the wearer's luck and then feed the absorbed luck back to the maker?......

The Buddhist sect actually has such a vicious instrument.

Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly.

Luck is a mysterious thing, and it plays an extremely important role for everyone.

People with strong luck can turn misfortune into good fortune and have success in everything.

People with weak luck are prone to stumble over very small things, or encounter a bad fate at a crucial crossroads in life.

And this kind of Buddhist beads is vicious because it is simple to make, but can hurt people fundamentally.

A single Buddhist bead may only make the wearer unlucky, and the profit of the maker is not high, but when the number reaches tens of thousands, the maker can get terrible profits!

This thing is like a termite attached to the wearer, gradually eroding the precious and thin luck of each person.

Selling this kind of thing openly, this Master Wuzhen of Baiyun Temple......Haha, after finishing the things on the mountain, let's go to Baiyun Temple.

Feeling the curse power contained in the Buddhist beads, Ye Qingxuan silently made up his mind and determined the next itinerary.

Go back to Longhu Mountain, and then go to Baiyun Temple!

Buzz! ——At this moment, the Buddhist beads in his hand began to emit a strange suction force, trying to absorb the vast Longhu Mountain luck from Ye Qingxuan!

You have the guts, are you really not afraid of eating yourself to death!

Ye Qingxuan was stunned at first, then sneered, and actually mobilized his own mysterious and terrifying luck directly, and poured it into the Buddhist beads fiercely!

Boom!

There was a shock in the void, and when the passengers around him did not notice anything unusual, the Buddhist beads in Ye Qingxuan's hand trembled violently.

With a bang, obvious cracks appeared on the whole string of Buddhist beads, and then it became extremely dim as if something was lost..........

At the same time, in Baiyun Temple thousands of miles away.

It was already night, and the number of tourists in the temple had decreased, with most of them preparing to leave.

In a large hall, an old monk sat there with a sad face, his hands clasped together, holding a string of Buddha beads emitting a faint Buddha light, and chanting sutras.

Several young monks sat in the back, all looking at the old monk with eyes closed chanting with longing, and one of them couldn't help but sighed in a low voice:

"Just listening to Master Wuzhen's chanting makes me feel relaxed all over. I guess Master's merits are almost perfect, right?"

"Yes, it seems that even the abbot does not have such a high level of merit and virtue."

The monk beside him nodded in agreement, his tone full of envy:"Moreover, the string of Buddhist beads in the hands of the master uncle alone, after years of nurturing, I am afraid it has already become a fine Buddhist treasure!"

"I really hope that one day I can have a Buddhist treasure from the temple.

"Stop dreaming"

"Hehe, I'm just saying, but with Master Wuzhen's demeanor, no wonder so many people come to him every day......."

From their words, we can know that the old monk who was chanting the sutra is the"star" monk of Baiyun Temple - Master Wuzhen.

While the young monks were talking about it, Master Wuzhen, who was chanting the sutra in front, suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed drastically, and the chanting sound in his mouth stopped abruptly.

The next second, the latter actually spit out a mouthful of blood directly to the sky, and his whole breath suddenly became weak.

Seeing this, the monks who were originally envious all ran over in a hurry.

"Uncle Master!"

""Master, what happened to you? Why are you vomiting blood?"

Some of them asked with concern, while reaching out to help Master Wuzhen up, but after touching the latter's skin, they suddenly retracted their hands as if they had been electrocuted!

"It's so hot!" the young monk exclaimed.

At this time, Master Wuzhen's skin was extremely red, and even a faint white steam was coming out. The temperature was quite terrifying!

"Uncle Master, what happened to you?!"

Master Wuzhen sat up with difficulty and wiped the blood from his mouth. His expression was ferocious at first, but soon became calm:

"It's okay. I was too focused when I was reciting the sutra just now, and I entered a state of"five hearts facing the sky". I accidentally faced the Buddha directly, so I was punished."

"There is such a thing......How do you feel now? Do you want us to go get the abbot?"

"No need." Master Wuzhen waved his hand, swallowed the blood welling up in his heart with great effort, and said calmly:

"This kind of low-level mistake should not have been made. This time, I will punish myself!"

After saying this, he put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name solemnly.

Several young monks were moved and chanted the Buddha's name.

At the same time, they sighed in their hearts that Master Wuzhen was indeed a high monk who was about to attain enlightenment. It was really difficult for them to reach such a state of mind.

Seeing that he had successfully fooled several people, Master Wuzhen adjusted his breathing with difficulty and asked in a calm tone as possible:

"How is the Qinshan tiger demon who forced your seventh-generation master to death a few days ago now?"

""To answer Master, the tiger demon is dead." A monk replied honestly.

"Well, it is indeed very difficult for the tiger demon to practice for thousands of years.......Wait a minute, what did you say?"

Master Wuzhen nodded calmly at first, then paused, looked at the disciple in disbelief, and said in a voice with obvious surprise:

"Is that tiger demon dead?"

"Yes"

"It was beyond my expectation......"Master Wuzhen murmured, then asked:

"Did the local police use large-scale thermal weapons to subdue them?"

"No." The disciple shook his head and said in a tone of awe:

"According to the notice released by the local police on Weibo this afternoon, the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain personally rushed to Qinshan, and the tiger monster was killed by him personally!"

After a pause, the disciple continued with a sigh:

"Uncle Master, you may not know that since you don't use your phone, Longhu Mountain has been in the spotlight these past two days. First, a young Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain was in Liangcheng City.���Kill the three-headed toad demon, then the Heavenly Master......"

"Wait a minute." Master Wuzhen's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he interrupted and asked:

"Are you saying that a young Taoist priest killed a three-headed toad spirit in Liangcheng City?"

"Yes!" The disciple nodded and said,"I also watched the relevant videos. He has practiced the Golden Light Mantra to perfection. He is definitely a master on Longhu Mountain!"

Master Wuzhen was silent at first, then nodded stiffly and said:

"It's a pity. If the tiger monster was still alive, I would have gone there to teach it a lesson myself. I didn't expect that the Heavenly Master got there first. There's nothing I can do now."

"The disciples of Longhu Mountain have always been like this. Master, don’t mind it. There will be another chance next time." The disciple complimented.

Master Wuzhen hummed, agreeing with this statement, and said:

"You guys go back today. My heart meridian is a little damaged. I need to stay at home to recuperate for a while."

""Yes." Several young monks agreed in unison.

The elders in the sect often have to retreat, either to practice or to heal, so this is not uncommon for them.

Master Wuzhen nodded slightly, and then added casually:

"By the way, if there are any distinguished guests from Longhu Mountain visiting us in the next two days, please remember to inform me in advance."

"Understood."