I'm not the underworld

Chapter 308
Similarly, there are many people who practice Buddhism, but not many have such intentions. Master Yinghua has a completely wrong mind, so he uses such an extreme method to enhance his strength.

Since he is a soul, he is also a subject under the rule of the underworld, not to mention how outrageous Master Ying Hua's methods are, but the fact that he enslaves the subjects of the underworld is unforgivable!
Master Yinghua's own fighting methods were not as good as the ghost zombies carefully refined by his subordinates. At this time, he was shocked by Chen Yifan's angry shout, and he staggered and turned around to try to escape.

Chen Yifan still didn't leave his seat, didn't even move. Huang Yan got up, and a yellow smoke rose, turning into a huge weasel. He raised his front foot and pressed Master Yinghua, who was running away in a panic, to the ground.

"Dijun, what should I do with this person?" Huang Yan turned around and asked Chen Yifan respectfully.

"It's cheap for him, let's throw it to the underworld first, let the judge try it!" Chen Yifan glanced at the struggling Master Yinghua and said.

Two ghost messengers were summoned by the system, easily captured Master Yinghua's soul, and escorted him to the underworld.

Master Yinghua was not willing to be restrained, and saw that the methods Chen Yifan had been using all along were also gloomy. Although he didn't know what it was, it was probably a kind of "ghost".

So, as soon as the soul was released, he didn't struggle, but just chanted scriptures loudly.

Along with the chanting of the scriptures, bursts of golden light suddenly appeared around, and several phantoms of Buddhist Dharma protectors appeared.

A gleam of joy flashed in Master Ying Hua's eyes, with a tinge of hope.

He secretly thought in his heart, since he is a ghost, no matter how strong his strength is, it is really not wise to dare to come to his Buddhist holy place to play wild!
"Get out!" Seeing the phantoms of Arhats appearing, Chen Yifan glared angrily, and blurted out with a snarl, the power from his priesthood instantly scattered the phantoms of Arhats.

A few phantoms of Arhat's thoughts summoned by mortals also want to act presumptuously in front of him, the Great Emperor Fengdu, isn't it a joke?
If a few arhats really came down to earth, he would still question them and teach them, and that's all. How to teach such thieves!

Seeing this scene, Master Ying Hua, who was still chanting the scriptures loudly, seemed to have a lump in his throat, and could no longer speak. The palms that were clasped together were also pulled away by the ghost messenger, and they just pressed away.

Su Zhao watched all this with his own eyes. Because of the excess of yin energy in the hall, he could see the ghosts more clearly, and he even saw Master Yinghua's soul that had just been hooked out of his body by the ghosts.

But still because I am a mortal, I don't see it so clearly.

When the yin energy is strong, he can see clearly, and when the yin energy is weak, he can see hazily.

It was like this that he could see half of it and not see half of it, which added a bit of reverie out of thin air, and he sat on the chair without daring to move, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

Before, he still thought that Chen Yifan was a monster, but now, he didn't think so.

Chen Yifan's previous sentence, "I am a subject of the underworld, were you also deliberately and casually insulting?" undoubtedly explained his origin.

"Oh! Wait! The exercises haven't been given yet!" Seeing that Master Ying Hua was being taken away, Chen Yifan suddenly remembered, raised his hand and shouted.

At this time, Master Yinghua was already scared to death.

God!How strong is this kid? He is obviously full of yin energy. In this temple, where the Buddha blesses him, not only is he not restrained by the light of the Buddha, but he even disperses the phantom shadow of the arhat with a single shout.

At this time, Chen Yifan asked about the exercises, and he said them all in a daze.

It was a dictation.

Oral dictation is also fine, and Chen Yifan didn't look for the actual exercises anymore. Anyway, his own memory now is a bit beyond ordinary people, and he can remember a lot after listening to it.

On the other hand, he still has a book spirit on him!
He can't remember, Shu Ling must remember, and, it won't take long, he should understand it!
After getting the exercises, he took care of an evil monk who made ghosts and made troubles by the way. Chen Yifan looked at the little monk Ji Ming who was frantically opening the door and trying to escape.

"Seeing that you are busy in front of Ying Hua, I'm afraid you have played a lot of hands." Chen Yifan said.

"Forgive me! Master, please forgive me. I haven't hurt anyone! It's just running errands for the abbot." After hearing this, Ji Ming saw that Chen Yifan had noticed him, and knew that running would be impossible. His legs softened and he knelt down and told Chen Yifan begged.

"I know what you did and what you didn't do." Chen Yifan replied calmly.

Immediately, he couldn't help laughing, this smile was full of evil, which made people tremble.

It's like never knowing what kind of idea the owner of these eyes came up with to torture and play with you.

"Don't you think death is the scariest thing? Then you still need to practice!" Chen Yifan laughed.

"I don't want your life now, and you will die when you deserve to die. Make good use of the opportunity I give you, do more good deeds, and accumulate virtue!"

"Otherwise...hehe..." Chen Yifan opened the door and walked out, leaving behind Ji Ming who was paralyzed beside Master Yinghua, and left Puzhao Temple directly.

However, his luck seems to be good.

I was planning to go to Wuyun Temple on the other side to have a look. When I was going out, I ran into a group of monks from Wuyun Temple.

The monks from Wuyun Temple were not kind, saying they came to discuss Buddhism.

However, the pilgrims who come and go next to it seem to have gotten used to it.

Wuyun Temple and Puzhao Temple are old enemies.

Even, Wuyun Temple was originally called Xueshan Temple, and it is the largest and best-developed temple in Qingcheng Mountain.

At that time, Puzhao Temple was just a small temple, with no food to support the monks and no room to house the gods.

It is not called Puzhao Temple, but Jinhua Temple.

But overnight, Jinhua Temple prospered and was renamed Puzhao Temple, and numerous palaces and temples were built wantonly.

However, after the rise of Puzhao Temple, Xueshan Temple went from bad to worse.

Later, an expert in the temple reminded that it was because Jinhua Temple changed its name, which suppressed the luck of Xueshan Temple.

Under the sun, the snow melts.

Therefore, Xueshan Temple was also renamed Wuyun Temple to show that it is covered and sunny.

It's funny to say that the two temples have been feuding for more than a hundred years just because of this name.

This monk from Wuyun Temple came here to play games.

"Where's Abbot Yinghua? The old monk came here in person, and he just wanted to discuss Buddhist principles with him." The leader was a slightly skinny old monk who looked at least in his 70s. The young monk of Puzhao Temple said.

At this time, Ji Ming was sitting paralyzed beside Master Yinghua's body, his legs were weak for a long time and he couldn't stand up.

After a long delay, he stood up reluctantly, ran out holding his breath, and shouted: "Master Abbot has passed away!"

"Master Abbot passed away!"

Ji Ming's voice quickly spread throughout the temple, and the group of people from Wuyun Temple who walked into Puzhao Temple just now looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.

"Could it be that the monk Yinghua knew that the master was angry with the Buddha, so he didn't dare to fight and hid?"

The young monks accompanying Wuyun Temple were discussing in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)