Book-traveling villain: The saint is trained into a witch at the beginning

Two days later.

In the town of Bodhi at the foot of Jinshan Temple.

A woman in a plain skirt and a tulle face sat on the second floor of a teahouse, looking through the small window at the resplendent temple.

Knock

knock knock - a knock on the door brought her thoughts back to reality.

"Guest officer, your Pu'er!" Xiao Er shouted outside the door.

The woman retracted her gaze and whispered, "Come in." "

Okay, you use it slowly!" Xiao Er pushed the door and entered, placing the teapot on the table.

The woman in front of the meeting frowned, looking preoccupied, and asked tentatively: "The guest officer is here to ask for good karma?"

"Well, it's okay." The woman nodded slightly, "My father and mother are gone, and I want to ask them for good fortune." "

That'...... You mourn. Accidentally asked about the sad place, Xiao Er was a little embarrassed, "The little one will retire first." "

Wait, it's my first time here, and I don't know much about the rules of Buddhism. The woman stopped Xiao Er, who was about to leave, and stuffed a handful of broken silver into his hand, "People like me who do white things at home, which Buddha should I respect, and what kind of incense should I wear?"

Xiao Er put away the broken silver, smiled happily, and explained the various rules of Jinshan Temple to the woman very enthusiastically.

In the end, for the sake of Qian's face, he also kindly reminded: "If the guest officer wants to ask the Zen master to chant the scriptures, it is best to go to the Zen master Wutian." "

Why, are there any rules?" the woman asked curiously.

Xiao Er sighed helplessly when he saw that she asked sincerely, not dressed like a particularly rich prince and nobleman, and a poor person without his parents.

He turned around and closed the door tightly, lowered his voice and said, "To tell you the truth, no other Zen master will chant for you."

"Of course, they have their own set of rhetoric, but in the end, even if you collect the incense money, no one will really help you. The

woman was obviously shocked by Xiao Er's words, and she didn't react for a while, and even forgot to blink her eyes.

"Hmph, under the smell of copper, how can there be any pure place for Buddhism. Xiao Er spat on the ground, his face full of disdain, "Jinshan Temple is famous, but it's just because this is a treasure land of immortals, that's all."

"Every year, countless people come from afar, spending thousands of taels of silver, just to get a pillar of high incense, kowtow a few times in front of the pure gold Buddha statue......

"As everyone knows, if the same money is spent in their own hometown and for the well-being of the villagers, they will already be great benevolent people." "

Good karma has always been forged by oneself, when can I ask for it from others?" The

shock between the woman's eyebrows and eyes was even worse, and some of them couldn't react: "How much does a pillar of high incense cost?"

Although she

doesn't know much about the local income, the teahouse where she is in asks for a pot of good Pu'er, and it is only three taels of silver.

And the people who were in the private room on the second floor with her were all dressed in silk and satin.

In other words, an ordinary farmer may not eat or drink for the rest of his life, and he will not be able to exchange even half a column of "high incense".

"Do you know why other Zen masters are reluctant to help you?" Xiao Er's words were filled with deep disappointment, "Because people can't be resurrected after death, after you went there today, you will never go again."

"Others climb the mountain to worship the Buddha, some for their own careers, and some for the well-being of their families.

"Not only do they worship the Buddha once a year, but they also offer incense money with white flowers every time they are sick or in pain, or on good days.

"At least in Jinshan Temple, my Buddha does not cross the poor.

Xiao Er said that, he glanced at the woman quite sympathetically, and then withdrew.

For the happiness of his parents in the next life, he traveled thousands of miles to this Bodhi town, but he heard that the monastery he admired was a smoky place polluted by money, and no one would be able to accept it.

Let's leave her alone for a while.

The woman sat from early morning to noon, and a pot of tea was not touched, and it was already cold.

"That's it, sincerity is spirit. She sighed, got up and went downstairs, towards the Golden Mountain Temple.

The road from the foot of the mountain to the temple is long, and it is said that there are 9,999 steps.

There are many people who start at the foot of the mountain and prostrate in three steps, which is very religious.

At this rate, by the time they reached the top of the mountain, the sun would have already set.

The woman's heart moved slightly, and finally suppressed the idea of emulating.

After all, she couldn't stay outside for a long time, and every moment she stayed was in more danger.

Soon, she came to the gate of Jinshan Temple.

The golden plaque made her dizzy.

After entering the temple, the woman first went to the Buddha statue mentioned by Xiao Er and bowed three times, and then went to the monk next to her to ask for a signature.

But who knew that the monk looked her up and down, and said with a smile: "Donor, you and I have no chance!"

The woman's face froze, and she hurriedly stepped aside to make way for the people in line behind her.

After seeing another person, the monk seemed to change his face like a Sichuan opera, and the corners of his mouth instantly grinned to the root of his ears: "Donor, you and I have a fate!"

The woman suddenly became angry, but Buddhism pays attention to a fateful word, and she can't say anything, so she can only leave silently.

When she worshiped the Buddha just now, she only put a few pieces of broken silver in the merit box, and the person behind her put a full five large yellow croaker.

was treated so differently, her heart was half cold, and she believed Xiao Er's words for nine points, and planned to leave.

But who knew that before he took a few steps, the crowd was in a commotion, and heart-rending screams rose one after another.

"Help, kill someone

!!" "Run! The Demon Sect is attacking the mountain!" "

Ah!!Don't come, don't come over!" The

clear sky above his head was shrouded in rolling black clouds in the blink of an eye, and the golden barrier covering the sky above Jinshan Temple fell apart with only a sword light.

The crowd in Jinshan Temple pushed and shoved, trampled on each other and didn't know how many people were killed and injured, and then in despair they found that the entire temple was surrounded by the Demon Sect, and the water could not be passed.

Even the heavens were surrounded by dense demonic cultivators.

The senior monks in Jinshan Temple reacted and fought one after another.

A monk who practiced the Jaw-Eyed Vajra method tore off his shirt with a thud, revealing his strong muscles.

"Demon Sect Demon, who dares to fight me!"

the woman was attracted by this roar and looked up into the air.

I saw that the bare-chested monk was only one Yuanying, and the demon cultivator opposite him was ...... I can't see through it, anyway, it's higher than the Yuanying Sanzhong.

"Noise, let my Eagle King's Soul Hook Claw come and meet your Dragon Claw Hand!" The

two immediately fought, and the aftermath of the battle shattered several courtyard walls.

The woman's heart pounded as she watched a mother with a child buried under the rubble.

Just when she was hesitating to reveal her identity, someone suddenly shouted: "Run to the back mountain! Wutian Zen Master has made a move!"

The woman subconsciously looked over, only to see the golden light in the direction of the back mountain, and a Buddha Dharma statue stood up to the sky and the earth, dispelling a large area of black clouds.

She squeezed through the crowd and secretly cast a spell to drag the injured mother and son out of the rubble: "Run, run to the back mountain!" The

frightened mother Mu Mu nodded, not caring where the back mountain was, and ran away with the flow of people.

The woman wandered around the periphery of the battlefield, rescued the mortals who were affected and could not escape, and showed them the way.

The white hem of the skirt gradually stained it.

After rescuing the first few people, she felt something, and unconsciously glanced into the sky, and saw the figure that haunted her soul.

It was he who !!

the woman's body trembled and stayed in place.

Why, why did he attack Jinshan Temple?

Ye Fan didn't notice the gaze below.

He pulled out the ghost hunting teeth from behind his back and looked at the four out-of-body bald donkeys in front of him with a blank expression.

"Young Master Ye Fan of the Heavenly Demon Sect, do you really want to commit a heinous sin and set off a battle between the righteous and the demons?" asked a slightly older monk holding a gilded Zen staff.

"Righteous Demon War...... Are you embarrassed to say that you are a decent family?" Ye Fan glanced at the golden Buddha in the distance and sneered, "I lied to the end, and even I believed it."

"You bald asses are really not ordinary.

As soon as Wutian made a move, Ye Fan immediately recognized the breath.

It's him!"

Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. Another monk persuaded him bitterly.

It's not that they don't want to slay demons and eliminate demons, it's that this time the Heavenly Demon Sect's offensive is too fierce.

The presiding officer who cultivated the Jaw-popping Vajra Method only took half a move under the Eagle King, and then his head was in a different place.

The remaining monks who had cultivated relatively strongly were also entangled in the high-level combat power of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and they were obviously at a disadvantage.

If you hit it hard, the consequences are not something that Jinshan Temple can bear.

Ye Fan laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Put down the butcher's

knife?" "A wicked person like this seat only needs to throw away the butcher's knife to become a Buddha?" "

If that's the case, wouldn't all the ninety-nine-eighty-one tribulations that the Buddha experienced become a joke?"

If these bald donkeys really studied the Buddhist scriptures seriously, then they could immediately see through that Ye Fan was secretly changing concepts.

But alas, they didn't.

Ye Fan's words made them speechless.

The shouts of killing in the distance were getting closer and closer, and palaces were collapsing and Buddha statues were shattering.

The four monks exchanged glances, knowing that they couldn't wait any longer, and joined forces to attack Ye Fan.

"Flower Finger

!" "King Kong Fu Demon Clutche!" "Arhat Demon

Seal!" "Immeasurable Mantra!" Ye

Fan casually held a knife flower in his hand and raised the knife up: "Ghost Hunting Tooth • Cang Ring!" Suddenly

the

sword light danced in the sky, the true qi scattered, and the sound of the explosion resounded for nine days.

The four monks consciously fought and retreated, and Ye Fan was also happy to play with them.

So the five of them fought farther and farther, and even passed through the magic cloud and came to an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The people below who were still struggling to resist were worried, and from time to time they looked up at the faint flashing light of the Buddha.

Everyone knew that if the four holy monks could repel Ye Fan, then this time the Jinshan Temple would be able to survive the crisis, and they would be able to pick up a life.

Contrarily...... No one dared to imagine that scene.

Not far away, in the clearing, the Eagle King and the Wolf King were besieging a young man covered in blood.

The young man looked less than twenty years old, but the Eagle King had a sixfold Yuan Infant Period, and the Wolf King had a Yuan Infant Stage Great Perfection, so he couldn't attack it for a long time.

He was surrounded by strange white flames, and everywhere he passed was full of hoarfrost, and even the aura of heaven and earth was condensed into mist.

The Eagle King slapped him in the face, and nearly froze his entire arm off.

"It was still the Bigu period just now, but it became the Jindan period in a blink of an eye, and we can still be entangled with our two yuan babies for so long. The Eagle King shook his right hand, which was still a little stiff, and his face was a little ugly, "Old wolf, I always feel that his path is somewhat similar to the originator of the Tianshuang Gate recorded in the book, it seems that this kid has some secrets."

"I don't need you to say it, the question now is, how can we keep him. The

young man smiled crookedly, his eyebrows and eyes full of fierceness: "It's just a demon, you want to leave me behind?"