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Chapter 2412: Sticks against each other
Jinghui clasped his hands together and said with a serious look, "Amitabha! This is the foot of the emperor and the important place of Buddhism. How could there be an evil Buddha statue? As the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, I need to set an example. How could I come into contact with such evil objects?"

"Really? Then where did the Buddha statue you gave me last time come from? Did you know that there is an unknown black statue hidden there?!" Yuan Bao's words were sonorous and loud.

"What?" The shock on Jinghui's face didn't seem fake. "The donor meant that the Buddha statue that caused a family of eighteen to die suddenly and five of them to go crazy was the Buddha statue that the poor monk gave to the princess. But... that Buddha statue, How could it fall into the hands of that person?"

Yuanbao's face was stern, and he was not led away by Jinghui, "I'm asking you now."

Jinghui's face showed a look of pain, "Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't know. The poor monk found that Buddha statue from the temple's warehouse, and later specially asked Master Xuanji to consecrate it personally..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of Yuan Bao and Pei Yu. The corners of his eyes were slightly curved with a smile, and there was a hint of provocation in them.

"But why are the princess and the marquis so sure that the Buddha statue that harmed people is the one given by the poor monk?"

The anger in Yuanbao's heart suddenly ignited, and he couldn't help but take two steps closer to Jinghui.

At this moment, Jinghui suddenly coughed violently.

The door was knocked open.

Many monks holding sticks filed in.

A group of people surrounded Yuanbao Pei Yu; a group of people stood in front of Jinghui in a protective posture.

Jinghui, who was coughing violently, suddenly made a 'vomit' sound and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Abbot!" the monks exclaimed in unison.

Looking at Yuan Bao and Pei Yu again, his eyes were a little more fierce.

The monks who surrounded Yuan Bao and Pei Yu stood up and pointed their long sticks at the two.

Yuan Bao Pei Yu defended the enemy back to back, with a stern face, and his cold eyes fell on Jing Hui who was protected by the monk behind him. "Don't...don't be rude." Jinghui stretched out his hand and scolded him with anger like a gossamer.

"Abbot, what did these two people do to you?" The monk closest to Jinghui turned around and asked.

Jinghui Haoha gasped, "What... nothing was done. Get out of the way. Don't be rude to Princess Protector and Marquis Jingyuan."

This sentence further pricked the angry nerves of the monks.

"It doesn't matter if she is a princess or a prince. This is the important place of Buddhism. In front of the Buddha, all living beings are equal!"

"Yes! They have tried to disturb the Buddha's purity over and over again, and now they have made you, the abbot, vomit blood! We, our brothers and sisters, vow to beat them into the Discipline Hall and kneel down for seven days and seven nights to redeem the Buddha's forgiveness!"

"Ho!" The monks surrounding Yuanbao Pei Yu said in unison, and at the same time they poured strength into the sticks in their hands.

The stick pointed at Yuan Bao and Pei Yu trembled, as if it would fall on them at any time.

Yuan Bao curled his lips and sneered, "Buddhism pays attention to compassion. Regardless of whether the two of us really disturbed the Buddha's purity, you are using sticks against me like this, and you are also going to throw us into the precepts hall and punish us by kneeling. You can follow it." What are the four words "compassionate and compassionate"?"

Yuan Bao and Pei Yu could clearly see that the fierce look in the monks' eyes had disintegrated a bit.

Some people even looked at the hand holding the stick, as if they were doubting whether their actions were correct.

Seeing this, Pei Yu struck while the iron was hot and said: "Neither the two of us, nor the officials from Jingzhao Prefecture who were ordered to investigate last night, have no intention of disturbing the Buddha. What we are doing is the safety of the people!"

"An evil spirit forged in a Buddha statue can kill 18 people and drive five people crazy. If the truth is not investigated as soon as possible, how many more people will suffer in the future?"

The monks looked at each other in confusion, and the sticks pointing at Yuanbao Pei Yu were no longer so firm.

(End of this chapter)