Wuliang Heaven, Jiuxuan Galaxy, in the starry sky, Mosquito Taoist, Shen Gongbao, Black Panther, and two leopards appeared in this starry sky.

"Hahaha, Wuliang God, I, Shen Gongbao, are back again!!" Shen Gongbao laughed to the sky, and the black panther beside him also roared excitedly.

Taoist Mosquito also sneered: "I'm finally back, I'm back, Zhunti, you two guys never thought that I could still live back to Wuliang God!"

"I will definitely absorb the origin of you two bald donkeys!"

After tens of billions of years, both of them who returned to Wuliang God were extremely excited.

Shen Gongbao asked: "What are your plans next?"

The mosquito Taoist said lightly: "I want to find a temple and make some money!"

When Shen Gongbao heard this, he rubbed his chin and said, "Let's go together, I will also do some road fee checks. The Western teaching ability of Jiyin and Zhunti is recognized as having great money."

The mosquito Taoist looked at Shen Gongbao with disgust: "Don't be beaten by you, the fetal god!"

Half a month later, in a certain star realm, in front of a large temple called Xishan Temple.

Xishan Temple is located on the main peak of the Dragon Ridge Mountains, the third planet of the Jiuxuan Galaxy. The entire temple is built along the mountain. The seven-layered temples rise layer by layer along the mountain, like a golden dragon entrenching among the mountains.

Amid the sound of morning bells and evening drums, glazed tiles reflect the light of stars, reflecting a hundred miles of radius into a brilliant golden ocean.

There are two ten thousand-year-old Bodhi trees standing in front of the mountain gate. The naturally formed "卍" pattern on the trunk is sucking and spitting out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The rustling sound of leaves when they are windless is actually in line with the rhythm of reciting the Diamond Sutra.

The pilgrims slowly walked up the 999th-level white jade steps, and eighteen statues of golden arhats stood on both sides of the steps.

These statues seem to be cast in bronze, but in fact each of them is sealed with the real residual soul of the Arhat - this is the "golden body soul-raising technique" created by Western religions.

When the seventh morning bell rang through the valley, the pilgrims in the front row suddenly exclaimed.

I saw that the treasure wheel on the roof of the main hall rotated without wind, and the twelve relics on the edge of the wheel burst out at the same time, intertwining the shadows of the saints in the air.

"It's a holy trace!" The old woman in brocade knelt down tremblingly, and her forehead pounded the steps.

The maid following her quickly took out a gold-weaving brocade from her arms, poured out a dozen spiritual crystals and stuffed them into the merit box.

The box seems to be made of ordinary nanmu, but it actually contains the Sumeru space. When the incense money accumulates to a certain extent, the lotus pattern opening and closing of the box will directly transmit the incense money to the treasure house in the temple.

At the end of the pilgrimage team, an old woman hunched over suddenly sneered. The dragon crutch she was leaning on gently paused on the bluestone slab, and the longan eyes of the stick flashed with dark green light.

"What a Xishan Temple to save all living beings." The old woman who transformed into a mosquito Taoist sarcastically in a voice that only her companions could hear: "This step is mixed with magnetic mountain black iron, and every step you take is sucking people's essence."

"The absorbed essence can temper this black iron into a material for refining magic weapons."

Shen Gongbao, dressed in a wealthy businessman next to him, stroked his fake beard, and the jade pendant on his waist made a crisp sound as he walked.

He seemed to have held the gilded crown casually, but in fact, three bad copper coins in his sleeve were watching the luck of the temple.

"The third hour of Xu."

His lips were still moving, "The void passage for transporting incense money in the apex hall will open."

When the two followed the crowd to the square in front of the main hall, twelve yellow-robed monks were beating the human skin drum.

These seemingly young monks actually lived for more than tens of thousands of years. A little cinnabar on their foreheads is the secret "locking Yang Seal" of Western religions, which allows them to maintain their childlike body and practice "Happy Zen".

The bronze incense burner in the center of the square is amazingly large, with eight hundred arhats embossing the Buddha's picture, and the blue smoke from the mouth of the furnace condenses into the shape of a twelve-grade lotus platform in the air.

"Give it! Give it all!" Several strong men carried the sedan chair and roughly separated the crowd. When the curtains were lifted, a fat man with a festering body was exposed, with a foul smell mixed with sandalwood.

The Intelligent Venerable of the Supervisor quickly welcomed him, and the nectar poured from the jade bottle in his hand fell on the fat man's body, and new meat immediately grew in the ulceration.

Seeing this, the pilgrims paid for it, but no one noticed the blood nematode swimming in the nectar - this is the "spiritual technique" that the Western religion controls the gentry.

The mosquito Taoist had six thousand compound eyes rotating under his skin at the same time. He saw that the pupils of the three Buddha statues in the hall were actually living crystals, recording the faces of each pilgrim.

When you see the spirit drawing array hidden at the bottom of the merit box, you will intercept 30% of your vows and offer it to the high-rise buildings of the temple.

I also saw a black Buddha statue with three heads and six arms in the secret room of the back hall, absorbing the essence of incense that the pilgrims worshipped.

"Noon has arrived--" Zhike Monk announced in a long tone.

Twelve golden-winged birds suddenly flew out of the bell tower, each of which was holding a bag of Qiankun.

This is to start to transfer the incense money collected today. The "卍" seal in the bag shows that there are at least 100,000 spirit crystals contained in it.

The mosquito Taoist's dragon crutch suddenly cracked, revealing half of the cutoff.

Shen Gongbao pretended to fall and knocked over the candlestick, and the splashing sparks condensed into the word "shadow" in the air.

Almost at the same time, the twelve monks who were collecting money suddenly stiffened, and their shadows were nailed to the bluestone slab - this was the "fixing spell" that Shen Gongbao set out in advance.

"The bald donkey from the Western religion! Try the anger that has accumulated over hundreds of disasters."

The old woman's skin melted like wax, revealing the true appearance of the mosquito Taoist's green face and fangs. The strong wind brought about when the six pairs of transparent wings spread out cut off the eighteen eternal lamps, and her mouth pierced into the monk's celestial cover like lightning.

The monk instantly became a skin sac, and his essence and blood poured into the mosquito Taoist body along the spiral lines on his mouth. His burned compound eyes immediately began to regenerate.

Shen Gongbao pulled off the rich businessman's disguise, and the sound waves from the disaster bell made the seven merit boxes explode at the same time.

The money for incense was pouring out like a rainstorm, but it was swallowed up by the shadow of the black panther flying out of his sleeve.

The black panther showed its true body and pounced towards the bell tower. The leopard tail swept across it, and the golden-winged birds exploded into blood mist.

"Who is the monster!" The intelligent venerable Yu Jing bottle hung upside down, and three thousand weak water flew out of the bottle's mouth.

Each of these water droplets is as heavy as a mountain, smashing the square stone slabs into a honeycomb-shaped pit.

The wings of the mosquito Taoist man trembled frequently, shuttled through the weak water gap, and his mouthpiece penetrated the Danzhong point of the three monks.

When the sucked corpse fell to the ground, dense soul-devouring insects appeared under the cassock - these Western believers had long been refined into living puppets.

A dragon roar suddenly came from the back hall, and the purple gold bowl turned into a mountain-sized cover toward the mosquito Taoist. The abbot, Intelligent Venerable, came to the air, and every step was taken to give birth to a golden lotus platform under his feet.

In the golden wheel of merit that appeared behind his mind, there were twelve painful and twisted faces wailing - this is a heresy that was saved by him.

"All the disciples who guide the old man should die!" The mosquito Taoist's six thousand compound eyes burst out with a bruised green beam at the same time.

These lights corrode blue smoke on the purple gold bowl, but cannot stop its whereabouts.

He screamed and showed his true form, and a twisted face appeared on his abdomen, which was transformed by the resentment of the soul that had devoured countless Western believers back then.
Chapter completed!