Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 47

As soon as Xinhui finished speaking, she seemed to have noticed her slip of the tongue, and quickly folded her hands together, her eyes slightly closed, and she went to worship in the west.

"Amitabha, I have sinned and sinned, and my disciple has committed anger. Afterwards, I must copy the scriptures a hundred times to show punishment."

After saying these words, Xinhui raised her head again and looked at Li Huowang calmly. After looking at it carefully for a while, he nodded lightly. "Old Na knows why this is, Lord Xuanyang, come with me."

Looking at the group of monks who were staring at them, Li Huowang couldn't do it anymore if he didn't follow him. He inserted the long sword in his hand into the scabbard behind his back, turned around and followed.

Xinhui did not go anywhere else, but brought everyone back to the place where the Buddha statue was carved before. "Master Xuanyang, did you just see those dirty things here?"

Li Huowang, who was surrounded by monks, was stunned when he saw everything in front of him. An unfinished stone statue that had become Roshan before reappeared in front of him as if he was joking with him. "How--"

"Donor, please continue to follow me."

Accompanied by Xinhui, Li Huowang slowly walked forward, passed the place where the Buddha statue was sculpted, and came to the place where he saw the animals before.

Here, there is also no beast, there are only stone unicorns and stone lions that have not been completed. They are neatly arranged in large and small stone auspicious animals, staring silently ahead.

At this moment, Xinhui suddenly pulled out the long sword behind Li Huowang and slashed with force, and a palm-sized lion head was chopped off.

Xinhui grabbed the head of the stone lion and placed it in Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang gently stroked the stone lion's head with his fingers. The texture of the stone and the heavy weight were clearly true!

"How could this be—" Li Huowang, who was bewildered, didn't give up. He walked over and touched the sculptures with his hands one by one, and found that they were indeed real.

In the end, he stood at the door of the hall and looked inside, and saw a statue sitting cross-legged on a lotus seat, holding a bowl in his left hand. The majestic megalithic Buddha with his right hand pointing vertically to the ground appeared in front of Li Huowang impressively.

"It's impossible! I just saw it clearly and clearly! How could it be fake?"

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Abbot Xinhui sighed lightly, "Amitabha, benefactor, you are not very sick."

Confused, Li Huowang turned his head to look at Xinhui, and said in astonishment, "Could it be that I'm sick? Are the hallucinations I saw just now?"

Xinhui nodded lightly, "Donor, what disease do you have yourself, you must know better than us outsiders?"

"Could it be that I have eaten so much black Taisui that I can only last so long? Have hallucinations started again?" Li Huowang clasped his head with both hands and muttered to himself in pain.

Hearing Li Huowang say this, a group of monks with repulsive faces gathered around and began to discuss in a low voice.

"After a long time, he turned out to be a lunatic."

"If there's nothing wrong, just ask him to go. If he goes crazy one day, it's not good to cut people."

"Boo!" Xinhui's words made all the monks quiet down.

He walked into the hall and lit four incense sticks, then turned around and handed it to Li Huowang, "It's okay to trouble me and wait for Buddhist disciples, but it's not good to disturb the Buddha, so give the Buddha a good incense."

"Incense?" Li Huowang's eyes, whose muscles were instantly tense, were constantly exchanged among the Buddha, Xinhui, and the four incense sticks.

"Donor, what are you waiting for? It's your fault in this matter." Xinhui stretched out the four incense sticks in her hand.

In Li Huowang's mind, he recalled the squirming monster again, the monster covered with monks.

If that thing is real, if you put fragrance on it in the past, wouldn't you bring it to its mouth and let it eat?

"Donor, what are you hesitating about?"

Li Huowang looked at Xinhui who said this, and a trace of displeasure began to appear on his face at this moment.

He touched the genuine stone lion in his hand, and then looked up at the dazzling sun above his head.

Li Huowang threw the lion's head, took the incense with both hands, stepped over the door frame, and slowly walked towards the stone statue.

He walked very slowly, his body and spirit were highly tense, and cold sweat began to form on his forehead.

But no matter how slow he went, Li Huowang finally walked under the Great Buddha. The Buddha was still the Buddha, and he did not turn into that disgusting monster.

Li Huowang held incense in both hands, stood in front of the incense burner, and looked up again. Looking up from this angle, he could just see the giant Buddha, who was looking at himself with eyes that were neither happy nor sad, making people involuntarily feel awe.

As Li Huowang raised the incense above his head, the four incense sticks flicked gently, and the white smoke swirled in the air and floated toward the top of the hall.

Li Huowang held the incense and worshipped three times, then solemnly inserted the incense into the incense burner, then turned around and returned to the outside of the temple.

Seeing that the contradiction was resolved, the group of monks gradually dispersed, came to their seats again, picked up the tools and continued to carve, and the sound of "dangdang" could not be heard.

Xinhui and Li Huowang walked slowly towards the outside along the stone brick road in the middle of the statue.

"Donor Xuanyang, since your illness is so serious, don't run around and wait for the Pudu Festival with peace of mind."

"Although your illness is troublesome, compared to your illness, Danyangzi is undoubtedly more dangerous. I eat every bite, and I do things one by one." Xinhui turned the beads in her hands, and turned to Li Huowang beside her. said.

Li Huowang raised his head, looked at the bright sun above his head again, raised his hands high and stretched his waist. "Abbot, for my hysteria, is there a solution in Zhengde Temple?"

"Well... I can let the disciples try it out. Whether it will be successful or not is still a matter of choice. After all, there is no inheritance of Huangqi's art in this hospital."

"It's okay, I'll just ask, anyway, I've been crazy for so long, I'm used to it." Li Huowang looked indifferent, "By the way, Abbot, what did you do just now? Why did the things in my arms suddenly come into your hands? already?"

"Hehehe, it's just a little trick, nothing to be concerned about."

"Abbot, don't be humble at this time. If you don't care about it, then what is a person like me~www.mtlnovel.com~ is worse than a bug."

"Donor Xuanyang, it's not like that. You see, although Danyangzi's strength is not as good as me, he can be regarded as a middle-ranking person outside, but wasn't he removed by you in the end?"

"Anyone like Dan Yangzi are all in the middle? How powerful is the upper? Abbot, is there a difference between high and low people like you?"

"Yes, yes, and so on. But it's all made up by boring people. The monks don't seek fame, they don't care about that."

This is not a long road, the two have walked for a long time and talked a lot. Li Huowang also obtained a lot of useful information in this world from Xinhui.

After leaving the carving ground, Li Huowang stopped and bowed to Xinhui, "Thank you abbot for clarifying the confusion."

"Where is it? It's just a little effort. The donor of Xuanyang is sick, so let's go back and rest first."

After being polite to each other, Li Huowang looked around and found no sign of the old monk, so he turned and walked towards his residence.

He walked very slowly, and he seemed to be very preoccupied and seemed to be thinking about something.

After walking for half an hour, Li Huowang finally came to his residence. Just as the door was closed, Li Huowang's expression instantly turned hideous. Clenched fists with both hands and slammed into the wall.

Although I don't know what methods those monks used to confuse the senses, as a patient who has alternated between hallucinations and reality for a long time, Li Huowang can't do anything else, but he can't be more sensitive to these.

The feeling that the big Buddha gave me just now was obviously wrong. That feeling was the same as the hallucination of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

"Those stone carvings are all fake! The big Buddha is also fake! It's all conjured up by tricks!! What I saw before was not an illusion at all!"

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