The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 55 Doing Mercy with Thunder
When Dao Ran's hands lit up with purple lightning, Yuan Su felt his scalp go numb.

That is the power of thunder and lightning, can it survive if it hits a person?
Just as he wanted his fellow apprentices to escape, Daoran was the first to follow him.

Daoran pointed like a sword, pointed at Yuan Su, the lightning flashed, and sank into Yuan Su's chest before Yuan Su could react.

A feeling of numbness came, and Yuan Su fell to the ground, his body began to twitch uncontrollably.

Daoran was very satisfied with the effect of this move of Thunder Finger.

The thunder in the palm taught by Ramanu is more powerful than the finger of thunder. One palm can turn these eighteen bronze figures into eighteen scorched corpses.

It's just that the consumption of mana is also very large. Daoran still maintains Mou Zhixuan's summoning to let the giant snake protect Nie Zhengyan's family, so he can only use Palm Thunder once at most, and then he has to accumulate mana for two days.

The palm thunder spell developed by Daozu is really powerful. The essence of this spell is actually to control the energy of thunder. It is equivalent to telling the basic formula to the students and letting the students use it to solve the problem.

Daoran mastered the basic principle of palm thunder, and easily studied the usage of Jinglei finger.Thunderbolt refers to a single-body spell, and its power is far inferior to Palm Thunder, but its consumption is also much lower than that of Palm Thunder.

Daoran didn't come here to kill people today. The Lightning Finger is enough to shock people to death and completely lose their ability to resist, but it won't kill them. It is the most suitable spell.

Seeing Yuan Su twitching as Daoran pointed, the other monks panicked.

This monk Daoran is not only invulnerable from head to toe, but also directly kills with spells. How can they beat them? They are fools if they don't run now.

The rest of the monks scattered in a rush, some wanted to run into Lingyin Temple, some wanted to escape in the opposite direction, and some wanted to show a little loyalty to help Yuan Su up.

But no matter what they choose, it doesn't make any difference to Daoran.

No matter how fast you run, can you still be faster than Thunderbolt?
The eighteen bronze men who were majestic just now turned into eighteen epileptic patients who fell to the ground and rolled their eyes.

The commotion in front of Lingyin Temple soon spread to the temple.

Before the Eighteenth Bronze Man recovered, an old monk with a white beard came out of Lingyin Temple.

"Master Daoran, Lingyin Temple has been destroyed, do you still want to kill all of them?" The old monk pointed at Daoran tremblingly and said.

"Who are you?" Dao Ran asked.

"The poor monk's dharma name is Daoming, and he is the head of the Bodhidharma courtyard of Lingyin Temple." The old monk said through gritted teeth.

"Where did Monk Daoling go? As far as I know, the matter of finding someone to replace the abbot of Lingyin Temple should be led by Monk Daoling. He is the actual controller of Lingyin Temple." Daoran asked.

Monk Daoming was full of reluctance, but looking at the eighteen bronze men lying on the ground, he could only hold back his breath, and said to Daoran, "Brother Daoling is missing."

"Missing? He shouldn't be able to get out of bed yet?"

"I don't know. No one has seen him since the Law Conference. It's the same with Shenxiu. He hasn't been seen since that day."

Dao Ran touched his chin, feeling that this matter was a bit strange.Vaguely, he seemed to have a sense of danger.This should not be an illusion, but his spiritual sense attributes and his untrained Celestial Eye together warned him.

"Could it be that these two people are wicked and are planning to hide aside and plot against me?"

Daoran kept his eyes open, but now he didn't care about those two people, and said to the old monk in front of him: "Then you are the one who has the final say in Lingyin Temple now?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is temporarily acting as the abbot. Master Daoran, what is the purpose of you coming to Lingyin Temple? Could it be that you really came here to drive out the extermination?" Monk Daoling asked in an almost pleading tone.

"What good is it for me to kill them all?" Daoran said with a smile: "I just said that I didn't come to argue with you today, on the contrary, I came to save you."

"Save us?" Monk Daoming was full of doubts, he didn't believe a word of what Daoran said.

Lingyin Temple is today thanks to this little monk in front of him. Even if he can respond to everyone in Hangzhou now, how can he help Lingyin Temple?

unless……

Monk Daoming frowned, thinking of an unlikely possibility.

Could it be that this little monk fell in love with Lingyin Temple and wanted to be the abbot himself?
The idea is pretty crazy, but it also seems to make sense.

After the Fa Discussion Conference, Daoran was the real holy monk, and absolutely no one in Hangzhou City would dare to oppose him face to face.If Dao Ran became the abbot of Lingyin Temple, then Lingyin Temple would indeed be saved.

Those believers who were crying and asking Lingyin Temple to refund their money before will probably change into crying and shouting to add sesame oil money to Lingyin Temple.

In this way, not only can the crisis of Lingyin Temple be resolved, but the reputation of Lingyin Temple can be further improved.

"I'm confused. Why did I want to make Shenxiu the abbot at the beginning? Obviously, Master Daoran is more suitable. As long as Lingyin Temple is famous, other things are not important."

Monk Daoming is very confident that as long as Lingyin Temple can restore its reputation, this century-old temple will be revitalized immediately and become the number one Buddhist temple in Hangzhou again, no, it should be the number one Buddhist temple in the world.

Thinking of this, the way the old monk looked at Daoran changed, from being outrageous and afraid to speak out to full of expectation and hope.

And as long as there is no prejudice, anyone who sees Daoran's face will be affected by that super charm, and will feel close to him involuntarily.

The old monk now feels that Daoran is comfortable no matter how he looks at it. This is simply the Lord of Zhongxing bestowed by the heavens on Lingyin Temple.

Daoran was a little disgusted by the old monk's eyes, this man must be bewitched.

It doesn't matter whether you are in the middle or not, Daoran quickly brought the topic back to the topic.

"Since this is the case, I won't babble with you. Lingyin Temple is now being sued by many suffering masters for defrauding, and it probably owes a lot of money. I can come forward to calm the matter for you temporarily, so that Lingyin Temple can breathe. In exchange, everyone in Lingyin Temple will do something for me."

After hearing this, the old monk felt that there was something wrong. It didn't look like he was going to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple. Why did it become an exchange?
"What do you want us to do?" the old monk asked.

"A good thing, a good thing that allows you to atone for your sins. I want you to help the people catch snakes and make up for the missing snake tax." Dao Ran said.

"Catching snakes? Doesn't this mean that we are going to kill animals? How can this be possible?!" The old monk immediately refused.

This is not a question of compassion or not, but a large part of Lingyin Temple's income comes from various "release life and pray for blessings" activities.

On weekdays, the monks in Lingyin Temple have the attitude of "sweeping the ground to fear the lives of ants". Now let them catch snakes, how can they fool around in the future... No, how do they encourage believers to release lives and accumulate merit?

"Don't worry, you can tell others that I forced you to catch snakes, and I will bear all the murders." Dao Ran said to the old monk.

"No, monks are compassionate and must not kill." The old monk said firmly.

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt flew past Monk Daoming, splitting a big tree behind him into coke.

Daoran smiled and said to the old monk: "I'm afraid you made a mistake. I'm not discussing with you."

The old monk glanced back at the charred tree, swallowed, and then said to Daoran: "Amitabha, the snake tax affects the livelihood of the people in Hangzhou. The monks are merciful and should put human life first."

(End of this chapter)