Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 174 Greed, anger and ignorance!
A bright full moon hangs low above the rows of houses.

A tall figure wearing a snow-white shirt stood on the roof, under the bright full moon.

A hint of cool evening breeze blew the hem of the white shirt.

Fang Xuan looked down.

I saw Wang Mingxiao, who looked like a rich man in the daytime, putting on a floor-length hooded black robe and sneaking out of the mansion.

"No one is going out tonight, right?" Wang Mingxiao asked the guard standing at the door in a low voice.

"Master, there is nothing unusual! Don't worry, my brothers are guarding you, let alone people, not even a fly can fly out." The guard standing at the door of the palace said with a smile.

"Keep your voice down!"

Wang Mingxiao glared at them and his expression softened slightly.

Then, he looked back at the deep mansion, snorted coldly from his nose, and quickly followed the black-robed team that was leaving, and walked to the front of the team.

"There is indeed a problem." Above the roof, a light flashed in Fang Xuan's eyes.

It didn't take long.

This black-robed team had just turned a corner.

A big, slender white jade hand suddenly stretched out and dragged the last person in the black-robed team into the depths of the alley.

After a while.

The man in black robe, who was dragged deep into the alley by big hands, walked out again, but the originally loose black robe that swept the floor became slightly less fit, and the hem of his clothes no longer dragged on the ground.

"Rebirth in bliss. Rebirth in bliss. Rebirth in bliss."

This black-robed team gradually walked towards the depths of Xinhua City, and people continued to join from both sides of the street.

Vaguely, Fang Xuan could clearly see the faces under the wide hood.

Among these people, there are old people who are over seventy years old, children who should have transcended their years, hard-working and virtuous women, and honest and honest men.

At this moment, their faces were all numb and haggard. Only their eyes were filled with a faint, impatient heat.

Finally, the black-robed team entered the City God's Temple.

In the Chenghuang Temple, the original enshrinement of the Chenghuang Tugong has been moved away.

Instead, there is a female Bodhisattva statue with a golden body, eyes closed, sitting in lotus position.

The statue of the female Bodhisattva is solemn, with her hands on her knees in lotus sign, her face is thin, her eyes like willow leaves are tightly closed, but there are no eyebrows on them.

The dim candlelight flickered, and for some reason, this Buddha statue always had an indescribable spookiness.

In front of the female Bodhisattva statue, there is a shrine table.

Placed on the table was a huge bull's head with a dead eye on it, as well as some melons, fruits, wine and meat.

A middle-aged man wearing a white long robe with an elegant face and a gentleness like a spring breeze was sitting in front of him with lotus seals in his hands.

When Fang Xuan walked into the City God's Temple, a grand ceremony was already being held inside.

A white-haired old woman kneeled respectfully in front of the Bodhisattva statue, while the elegant and gentle middle-aged man stood up, held a silver bowl in his hand, dipped willow sticks in water, and sprinkled it there. On the old woman's body, she muttered words:
"The world is a sea of ​​suffering, and desire is the water in the sea of ​​suffering. If you want to truly escape from the sea of ​​suffering, you must learn to let go."

"Let go of all fame and fortune, let go of all money, and let go of all external possessions."

"Only in this way can the soul be stripped of desires and become clean."

"When the soul becomes clean, disasters will naturally stay away. The Mother Buddha will only accept people with clean souls."

The elegant and gentle middle-aged man spoke step by step, then took out a pair of scissors from the desk nearby and cut off the old woman's pale hair.

The old woman, trembling, took out a large amount of money from her sleeve and handed it to the middle-aged man respectfully. "Have you given up on everything?" The middle-aged man took over the large amount of money with a gentle smile on his face.

"Put it down, let it all go. I have nothing left. This is the money I originally gave to prepare for my funeral. All of it has been given to the Holy Cult." The old woman quickly replied.

"good."

The middle-aged man handed the large amount of money in his hand to the ordinary believer who was following behind him, and stretched out his hand to touch the old woman's head.

"You are so sincere, Mother Buddha will bless you."

"Thank you, thank you!" When the old woman heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up and she kowtowed to the Buddha statue.

Some of the other men in black robes nodded slightly, while others had envy on their faces.

"Confusing people's hearts." Fang Xuan stood in the crowd and sneered in his heart.

He turned his gaze slightly, scanning the faces of the people who came to the temple fair, and couldn't help but shake his head.

No one thought such a ridiculous scene was abnormal. These people were obviously completely ill and hopeless.

The dim candlelight swayed slightly, and on the table of the shrine, sticky blood fell from the head of the newly chopped off cow, making the entire City God's Temple look increasingly weird and evil.

The golden Buddha statue seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

"Master Bishop, save my child!"

At this moment, a black-robed cultist standing not far from Fang Xuan walked out of the crowd and knelt under the middle-aged man.

The person lowered his hood. It was a woman about thirty years old.

She is obviously not that old, but her whole person is full of aging. Her forehead and corners of her eyes are full of wrinkles of varying depths, her hair is mixed with withered white hair, her eye sockets are sunken, and her whole face has the look of years of hard work. and tired old people who are not well rested.

In her arms, she held a baby with a blue face and a breathless baby.

"Mr. Bishop, you said that if you take the holy water and have the blessing of the Mother Buddha, my child will be fine. But it has been a few days. I have given you everything I have at home, but the child's illness is getting worse and worse."

The woman's face was full of despair and helplessness, her eyes were red.

The bishop in white, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the shrine, slowly faded his smile after hearing this. He looked down at the woman and said, "I wonder why your child can't get well?"

"I don't know."

"The reason why your child has been in bad condition is because of you! There are too many dirty things on your body that are pestering your child!" The middle-aged man said indifferently.

Hearing this, the woman looked startled, her face instantly lost all color, and she looked pale and said, "My Lord Bishop, do you think there is something dirty on my body?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man nodded and uttered three words: "Greed, anger, and ignorance!"

"You have too much greed, anger, and delusion, and these three points are the root of all disasters. If you don't eliminate greed, anger, and delusion, your child will only die from your burden." !”

When the woman heard this, she felt as if she had been struck by five thunders, and her whole body froze in place.

"Did I hurt you?" She lowered her head blankly, glanced at the purple-faced baby in the swaddling clothes, and then said tremblingly: "Then, Lord Bishop, how can I cut off greed, anger, and ignorance, and save Xiaobao? ?”

The dim candlelight swayed slightly, half of the middle-aged man's face was illuminated by the candlelight, while the other half was hidden in the shadows, with the light behind him.

Upon hearing this, a smile slowly appeared on the middle-aged man's expressionless face.

"It's very simple. Only by completely sacrificing yourself to the Buddha Mother and letting the Buddha Mother wash away your sins and desires can your child truly be free from disasters and diseases."

Clang.

The middle-aged man took out a short knife from his sleeve and threw it in front of the woman.

(End of this chapter)