The Dragon from Hell

Although he only instructs ten people every day, there are already hundreds of people queuing up now, and more people are coming in one after another.

It is said that the White Tiger monk gives guidance to people randomly, and the first come first served is not necessarily the first served, which is why so many people come to listen to his lectures.

It is also said that after the White Tiger monk came, several temples around him suddenly became deserted, and half of the believers in this city flocked here just to get a chance to listen to the monk's lectures.

Qin Feng could probably guess the reason why he did this, which was nothing more than using the temple to continue to develop the believers of Shura Gate.

However, he felt very strange. As one of the four great gods, Baihu should be an absolute senior in the company.

Why does a department manager have to come to recruit low-level employees in person?

He just observed that most of the people who came here to "seek scriptures" were ordinary people at the bottom, and some even looked very poor.

They came here to seek nothing more than poverty alleviation.

It stands to reason that even if such ordinary people join the Shura Gate, they are all the lowest-level believers of the Shura Gate. Their role is nothing more than becoming a soldier of the Shura Gate, and they may die on the battlefield at any time.

It is even possible to select some strong people to be puppets, destined to die.

Do such believers need to be recruited by people of Baihu's level?

To realize these people's small wishes and perform a big drama of saving the dying and healing the wounded, let alone Palmer's level, even people below Palmer can do it as long as they are given a little extraordinary power.

Even Palmer, as Baihu's subordinate, has become an upper-class society running around in the circle of rich people. Those he has bewitched are all nobles like Guan Yuande.

Why is Baihu so strenuous?

Qin Feng raised his head and suddenly saw a mirror placed on the towering ceiling of the hall, and it was a bronze mirror that looked simple and old.

The bronze mirror was very large. Even from such a distance, it looked as big as a child. The edges were carved with very complicated patterns. The blurred mirror reflected the crowded believers below.

This bronze mirror obviously did not fit in with the decoration style of this temple at all. It was obviously added later.

"What is that?" Qin Feng couldn't help but ask.

Guan Mo looked up and showed a puzzled expression: "It looks like some kind of magic weapon, but I haven't seen it..."

Qin Feng was almost sure that this mirror was brought by Baihu, or it might be given to him by the saint.

In other words, the saint was basically certain that she was not from this world or Linxian Continent. She was from the third world.

Of course, it is also possible that she was not a human, but a natural monster like Guan Mo.

Before he could think of the function of the bronze mirror, the believer answered: "You mean that? That is the holy tool used by the White Tiger monk to select people to guide him. When the monk starts to select people, this mirror will drop a ray of light on the person. Whoever is selected by the light will be the one favored by the gods today."

These believers also showed some greed and yearning: "It would be great if I could be selected by this mirror. I have not been selected once so far. All the people who were selected before have become successful. Isn't my life poor enough?"

Qin Feng looked him up and down. He came barefoot, his clothes had been washed white, and his hair was messy.

In fact, he speaks very fluent Chinese. In this era of developed tourism, he can do some small business or be a tour guide without such a process.

Qin Feng took a look at his hands. The fingertips were all calloused, and he was missing a little finger. Moreover, he smelled of cigarettes and had dark circles under his eyelids. It seemed that he had stayed up late for a long time.

If I guessed correctly, this person is a gambler, and he is skinny, so he must not have much time left.

This kind of person is the most useless to Shura Gate. He has nothing but his life.

And what Shura Gate lacks the least now is human life.

For them, human life is like the oil used to keep Shura Gate running. They live in the world, and there is an inexhaustible supply of oil, so they naturally won't choose inferior ones.

Qin Feng remained silent, waiting for today's lecture to begin, wanting to see the true appearance of the white tiger.

At this time, the person who was taking the morning class was an elderly monk. A young monk came out from the back and ran to him and whispered a few words. The old monk showed a surprised expression, and then he didn't know what he said to the people below, and the crowd began to get restless.

But the old monk didn't care so much,Leaving a bunch of young monks to maintain order at the scene, he hurried to the back.

The believers standing with Qin Feng looked in pain, covering their heads and inserting their fingers into their hair: "Oh, you came at an inopportune time, the White Tiger Monk can't come today!"

"Why?" Qin Feng blurted out.

"The abbot said that the White Tiger Monk needs to realize the truth today and doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone."

With this sentence, who dares to say no even if they are dissatisfied? At most, they can complain.

But more people not only did not leave, but even began to sit cross-legged on the ground.

A man stood up and shouted something loudly to the people below, and then more and more people knelt on the ground, put their hands together, closed their eyes and began to mutter something in a low voice.

Qin Feng was a little confused: "Didn't they say that the White Tiger monk would not come? What are they doing?"

The believer replied: "Someone is calling on everyone to pray for the White Tiger monk. The monk is in retreat to gain enlightenment. These people are waiting for the monk to save them, so they naturally have to pray for him."

After that, even the believer knelt down quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, I will also pray for the monk quickly. As long as I have enough prospects, the bronze mirror may choose me after the monk comes out of retreat."

He even knelt on the ground and looked up at the bronze mirror on the ceiling, prayed a few words in Thai, and then bowed his head and chanted scriptures like everyone else.

Qin Feng didn't understand Thai, and didn't know what they were chanting.

Just watching the believers chanting scriptures around, I'm afraid they didn't even realize that they came to this temple unknowingly to believe in the White Tiger instead of gods and Buddhas.

At this time, Qin Feng and Guan Mo both felt something was wrong and looked up at the bronze mirror on the ceiling at the same time.

Everyone else lowered their heads, and no one noticed that black smoke was slowly coming out from behind the bronze mirror, and it was getting thicker and thicker, almost covering the entire bronze mirror.

Then, a wisp of white smoke gradually emerged from the people who bowed their heads to pray, and there was a wisp of smoke above everyone's head, forming a smoke line, some thick and some thin.

All the white smoke slowly rose up, gathered towards the bronze mirror, and was then absorbed into the bronze mirror by the black smoke.

Seeing this scene, Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide: "I seem to know the use of this mirror..."