The main hall of Linyin Temple is crowded with people and crowded. Almost all the tourists, pilgrims and bigwigs who came to visit and donate gathered here. Of course, the main hall could not accommodate so many people, so the wide square outside the main hall was occupied, but it was still not enough and spread to the gate of the mountain. So many people wanted to come and see this magical thing with their own eyes.

Many residents living near Linyin Temple also ran over curiously after seeing the news on TV, preparing to watch this thing that they had never seen before. What makes people curious about the broken Buddha statue? The Buddha you want to be has a great status in the hearts of the people of Z. After all, it is a Buddhist culture that has been passed down for thousands of years and has become one of them. It is different from the Buddhism of foreign YD (Indian) countries, so the Buddhism of Z still has a very strong position in the hearts of the people of Z.

"I want to see, you guys let me go!" An elder sister squeezed her child hard, which made others look at her coldly, but then the tourists who turned their heads saw the Buddha statue on the other party's chest and the Buddhist beads in their hands, and immediately understood something, so they silently stepped aside.

"Sister, you are a Buddhist!" A tourist asked curiously when he saw the string of Buddhist beads in the hands of the elder sister.

The elder sister was stunned and nodded vigorously, "I came here today to see how that pagan treats my Buddha's temple. He will go to hell!"

When others turned their heads tactfully, they didn't know the general situation inside. They stood outside the hall without knowing what was going on. They only knew that the Buddha statue in the hall was broken, and they didn't know how it was broken. So they didn't want to talk to such a thing.

In the main hall, Bai Qianren is still promoting the doctrine of his church and his own beliefs.

Some people in the hall even began to kneel down. They abandoned their original beliefs and established new beliefs. Most of the tourists who came to visit were not so-called Buddhists, but non-believers. Although they believed that the existence of gods and Buddhas, they did not believe in any gods or Buddhas.

Bai Qianren now only has one idea, that is, to work hard to complete this task, as long as he promotes his faith well, then he can get the holy funeral given by God Tuluo when he returns to the church. This glorious funeral will be very grand and grand, and will be recorded in the church's historical books and spread throughout the ages, so that he will be worthy of his dead friends.

"God said that fate is the highest, and those who believe in us will be guided. After death, the soul ascends to the kingdom of God and will be immortal with God..." Bai Qianren turned the page of the sacred text in his hand, this classic that everyone in the church has. What makes Bai Qianren feel a pity is that if the sacred text in his hand was not the sacred text given by His Majesty the Pope in his hand, which had holy power, otherwise he would be able to inspire believers on a large scale, and at least the hundreds of people in the hall would become believers of the God of Tuluo. This saves countless efforts.

The abbot of Lin Yin Temple did not stop the pastor who was robbing believers in front of him, but looked confused. This was a Buddha statue. How could it be that the Buddha statue blessed by the power of Buddha suddenly collapsed without leaving any dust, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Great Buddha! Please show your spirit and lower your power!" The abbot of Lin Yin Temple vaguely knew that his behavior was completely in vain, because the so-called Buddha had never appeared for so many years, but he did not believe in this fact. He had believed in it for so many years and pursued it for decades. From the age of seven to the age of seventy, he had spent the entire sixty years in his faith, which can be said to be spent under the illumination of the Buddha.

Now someone tells him that the Buddha he believes in is fake and does not exist, which is simply unbearable to him. Moreover, the sudden collapse and disappearance of the Buddha statue now hit him no less than an magnitude eight earthquake. He is old, so he has a weaker ability to withstand such things.

Huineng, the prison in the abbot of Linyin Temple, was muttering in his heart, "Why is this old guy still not talking? He just knows that he will not speak. How can I get you off the stage if I want me to get rid of the stage? This time, if Linyin Temple is robbed of the believer by the pastor in front of him and his reputation is depressed by the other party, then the abbot will be kicked off the stage. At that time, he will take the position of the abbot and laundering money will be even better."

As for the future development of Linyin Temple and the incense, he never thought about it, because it was not important for him. What he wanted most was a place where money could be laundered. Linyin Temple, as a temple, could be used for money laundering, and it was very convenient and fast.

In the inner courtyard of Linyin Temple, Xiaoxia Mi Huijing stood up. He was not wearing a monk's robe today, but a white long gown, because there would be something very meaningful today worth him to do. He vowed to destroy the entire Linyin Temple. He was bullied and humiliated for two months. During this period, he no longer had any nostalgia for Linyin Temple. To be precise, he had never had any souvenirs, and all that was left was hatred.

"Huijing, why don't you hurry up?" A monk came over and scolded him angrily. The monks in Linyin Temple knew that this little shady Huijing annoyed Hui Qian and Huizhi, the heroes beside the prison, and there was no help from the abbot, so anyone could bully him.

Huijing sneered. He had already seen through the faces of people in this so-called holy land, and there was a place where there were people.

"Oh! Amitabha Buddha, I am merciful!" The monk was furious when he saw the disdain on Huijing's face, and punched him hard, hit Huijing in the stomach.

Huijing's body suddenly fell back, rolled on the ground for a few rounds, and then got up again. She covered her stomach with her right hand and gritted her teeth to endure the severe pain.

This punch is not light, and it is used to use the seventh level of power of the monk. The other party is a monk who has been practicing external skills in the temple for some time. This punch cannot be withstanded by Huijing's physical ability.

"Haha, I can't help you not being so proud and you don't listen. I can't do anything about it. It's a pity that my Buddha mercifully warns us not to kill and not to have a rash thought of killing. Otherwise, it will be more than this punch today, at least it will make you paralyzed." The monk laughed, and then his face turned stern, "Why do I tell you about this so much? If you don't follow me quickly, don't change your clothes, it's pretty good."

Huijing clenched her fists in her sleeves tightly, but she was powerless to do anything about such things. She had no choice but tolerant, tolerant gritting her teeth.

His originally white long gown was rolling on the ground for a few rounds, and everything was stained with dust, and he looked particularly embarrassed.

"It's really good. I think you'll dress like this in the future. It looks pretty good and suits your identity!" The monk had no Buddhist compassion at all, and kept mocking and despising this little novice monk who was younger than him.

The little shaman Huijing lowered her head and followed the monk who oppressed him, in the direction of the Linyin Temple Hall.

ps: Thank you for the reward of "Son of the Atomic Bomb". There is another chapter that will be issued around one o'clock. I will ask for a leave tomorrow. I have encountered some unpleasant things recently and need to relax. I'm sorry. But it may not be updated. If it is updated, it should be around eleven o'clock. Thank you for your support.
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