Chapter 28 A Little Punishment

After politely declining the kindness of the short-haired girl, Ye Qingxuan returned to his seat with the Buddhist bead bracelet, checking it while thinking in his heart.

Well, can you suck the wearer's luck from the cursed beads, and then feed the sucked luck back to the maker...

Buddhism actually has such a vicious magical weapon.

Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly.

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

Those with strong luck can turn bad luck into good luck and achieve success.

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

And this kind of Buddhist bead magic weapon is so evil in that it is simple to make, but it can hurt people's fundamentals.

A single prayer bead may only make the wearer unlucky, and the producer's income is not high, but when the number reaches tens of thousands, it can allow the producer to obtain terrifying profits!

This thing is like a moth attached to the wearer, gradually eating away at everyone's precious and thin luck.

Master Wuzhen from Baiyun Temple is selling this kind of thing openly... Hehe, let's go to Baiyun Temple after finishing the matter on the mountain.

Feeling the power of the curse contained in the Buddhist bead bracelet, Ye Qingxuan silently made up his mind and decided on the next itinerary.

Go back to Longhu Mountain and go to Baiyun Temple!

Buzz! ——

At this moment, the Buddhist beads in his hand began to emit a strange suction force, actually trying to suck the vast sea of ​​Longhu Mountain luck from Ye Qingxuan!

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

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then sneered, and directly mobilized his mysterious and terrifying luck to pour it into the Buddha beads!

boom!

There was a vibration in the void, and without the passengers around him noticing anything strange, the beads in Ye Qingxuan's hand trembled violently.

There was a bang, and obvious cracks appeared on the entire string of beads, and then it suddenly became extremely dim as if something had been lost.

.........

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

It was already dark at this time, and the number of tourists in the entire temple became sparse, and most of them were preparing to leave the temple.

In a main hall, an old monk was sitting here with a sad face, his hands clasped together, holding a string of Buddhist beads that exuded a faint Buddha light, and he kept chanting sutras.

Several young monks were sitting in the back. At this moment, they all looked longingly at the old monk who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed. One of them couldn't help but sigh in a low voice:

"Just listening to Master Wu Zhen's chanting, I feel relaxed all over. I'm afraid Master's merits have been cultivated to perfection, right?"

"Yeah, I feel like even the abbot doesn't have such a high level of merit and virtue."

The monk beside him nodded in agreement, his tone full of envy: "Moreover, just the string of Buddhist beads in Master's hand, after years of care and maintenance, 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." One person said with some yearning.

"Stop dreaming."

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

From their words, we can know that the old monk chanting sutras is the "star" monk of Baiyun Temple - Master Wu Zhen.

While the young monks were talking about it, Master Wu Zhen, who was chanting sutras in front of him, suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed drastically, and the chanting in his mouth stopped abruptly.

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

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

"Uncle!"

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you vomiting blood?"

One of them asked with concern, while reaching out to help Master Wuzhen up, but after touching the latter's skin, he suddenly retracted like an electric shock!

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

At this time, Master Wu Zhen's skin was ridiculously red, and there was even a faint white steam coming out, and the temperature was quite scary!

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?!"

Master Wu Zhen sat up with difficulty and wiped the blood from his mouth. His expression was ferocious at first, and then quickly turned calm:

"It doesn't matter, I paid too much attention when I was chanting the sutra just now, and entered a state of upturned mind. I accidentally faced the Lord Buddha directly, so I received some punishment."

"Such a thing happened... So how do you feel now? Do you want us to go find Master Abbot?"

"No need." Master Wu Zhen waved his hand, swallowed hard and said calmly:

"Such a low-level mistake should not have been made. The result this time is that I will punish myself!"

After saying that, he clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name solemnly.

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

At the same time, I sighed in my heart that Master Wu Zhen was worthy of being an eminent monk who was about to attain enlightenment. This level of thought was really beyond their reach.

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

"What happened to the Qinshan tiger monster that drove your seventh generation uncle to death a few days ago?"

"Sir, the tiger demon is dead." A monk replied honestly.

"Well, it's really 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 and looked at the disciple in disbelief, his voice full of obvious surprise:

"Is the tiger demon dead?"

"Yes."

"It's beyond my expectation..." Master Wuzhen murmured, and then asked:

"Did the local police use large-scale hot weapons to subdue it?"

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

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

After a pause, the disciple sighed:

"Uncle Master, you may not know if you don't use your mobile phone. Longhu Mountain has really been in the limelight these two days. First, a young Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain In Liangcheng City, a live broadcast of beheading a three-headed toad demon, and then the Heavenly Master..."

"Wait." Master Wuzhen's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he interrupted and asked:

"You mean, a young Taoist priest beheaded a three-headed toad demon in Liangcheng City?"

"Yes!" The disciple nodded and said, "I also watched the relevant video. The golden light spell was practiced 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 demon was not dead, I planned to go there in person to train it. I never thought that the Heavenly Master got there first, so there is nothing I can do."

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

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

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

"Yes." Several young monks agreed in unison.

The elders in the sect often have to go into seclusion, either to practice or to heal, and this is not uncommon for them.

Master Wuzhen nodded slightly, and then added casually:

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

"Understood."