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Chapter 567 Faith collapses

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    "The genius doctor is really Xinglin Chunnuan, with a good hand and a benevolent heart, who does not ask for anything in return. Such a broad and caring mind is unparalleled in the world!"

    The people who were rescued were extremely grateful, and their hearts were full of respect for Ji Mo.

    They were all believers in Buddhism, but now they all regard Ji Mo as a living Bodhisattva in their hearts, and they are devoutly thinking about Ji Mo's kindness in their hearts.

    Unknowingly, the Bliss Plateau shrouded in the charm of Buddha has a different power of faith out of thin air.

    Above the sky, the light of the Buddha shone, and the terrifying breath of the Buddha surged like a frenzy, trying to clear away this strange power of faith.

    However, this ray of faith is like a grass that has just broken the ground, even if you are attacked by storms, it will still be full of vitality and indelible.

    And, it is gradually growing.

    Deep in the Bliss Plateau.

    An ancient bronze bell hanging high in Xiaoleiyin Temple seemed to sense something. It vibrated violently, and the sound was like thunder, and it rang nine times.

    A huge golden Buddha sitting cross-legged in the Daxiong Hall was alarmed and suddenly opened his eyes.

    The Buddha's eyes were as bright as the sun, bursting out with astonishing celestial light, and the terrifying sight kept scanning the entire Bliss Plateau.

    For a long time.

    The Golden Buddha didn't find any clues, so he couldn't help holding the lotus in his hand, pinching his fingers to calculate carefully.

    "Strange, I haven't figured out what's wrong, but why I feel restless."

    The Golden Buddha frowned, puzzled, and then smiled: "Without color and form, there is no dust."

    He uttered the Buddha's name, regained his inner peace, and slowly closed his eyes.

    As for the Baolian in his hand, there were strange black patterns that disappeared in a flash.

    The breath of the Buddha on the golden Buddha became more and more gloomy

    The next day.

    The gate of the temple dedicated to "destined people" opened again.

    A fat-headed and big-eared monk walked out indifferently, thinking about the predestined person who is not short of money that should be slaughtered today.

    However, when he walked out the door, he was stunned.

    The crowds that should have been crowded were gone, and only dozens of sparse and listless people were left standing in front of the temple.

    Moreover, these people did not worship as devoutly as they used to, and begged the master in the temple for help in a low voice.

    These dozens of unlucky people who just refused to believe in Jimo stepped on the herbal pills that could cure all diseases, so they could only stay here and wait for the master to cure them.

    "Where are the other fat sheeppeople?"

    The monk was so surprised that he almost slipped his mouth.

    In fact, in his eyes, these believers who come to seek medical treatment are like fat sheep that are allowed to be slaughtered one by one.

    Now that these fat sheep are gone, wouldn't they have no way of making money in the future.

    Someone on the field replied: "Master, a genius doctor cured them all yesterday, and it was free of charge, without any compensation."

    "That's right, he didn't take any money, and he didn't even leave his name. It's like a Living Buddha is alive."

    Others echoed, deliberately praising Jimo very highly, and at the same time emphatically implying that the genius doctor does not charge money.

    They expected that after the monk knew about this, he would follow suit and heal them for free.

    "What, someone is actually trying to steal the business from our Little Leiyin Temple."

    The monk was so angry that he was full of murderous intent.

    Cutting off someone's fortune is like killing someone's parents, the feud cannot be shared.

    What's more, the other party actually offered free medical treatment, which not only ruined their jobs, but also damaged their reputation.

    "Business?"

    The people on the field couldn't believe their ears. Aren't they the predestined people of Fodu? In your eyes, it's business.

    The belief in their hearts began to collapse, and they asked: "Master, isn't my Buddha a universal salvation? Why does healing us become a business?"

    The monk snorted coldly: "The Buddha saves all living beings, but the Buddha also needs incense to worship. You won't even be willing to give me a mere amount of sesame oil."

    "Sesame oil money? Of course it should be given."

    Someone wisely took out more than ten celestial crystals, and handed them over respectfully with both hands: "Master, this is a little thought from the villain. If I can completely cure my stubborn illness, there will be more sesame oil money."

    More than a dozen pieces of fairy crystals are already a lot of wealth for the angels who are looking for them.

    However, the monk didn't pay attention to it at all, knocked it over with his palm, and shouted angrily: "That's all, send the beggar. Such a little fairy crystal, who will cure you."

     Because he was in a bad mood, the monk stopped pretending and told the bloody truth directly.

    ?There are no predestined people who have attained Buddhahood. If you don¡¯t have money, you can¡¯t even think about seeing a doctor.

    These words completely hurt the hearts of everyone on the field.

    Even, some people couldn't take it anymore, their faces were full of anger, and they roared: "I am merciful to the Buddha, you who are monks, don't you only recognize money in your heart, and don't have the slightest compassion?"

    "Hmph, if you dare to defile my Buddha, don't blame the poor monk for sending you to heaven."

    The monk scattered and appeared directly in front of the man, slapping him until he vomited blood and flew out.

    The man kept coughing up blood, his face was pale, and his belief in Buddha completely collapsed in his heart.

    Seeing this, the others glared at the monk, but dared not speak out. This is the territory of Xiaoleiyin Temple. If they don't want to die, they can only swallow their anger and make compromises, otherwise there will be no good fruit to eat.

    "If you have money, show your sincerity generously, if you don't have money, get out."

    The monk looked around at the crowd, revealing his true colors.

    At this time, I don't pretend anymore. I said bluntly that as long as the sesame oil money given is in place, everything is negotiable. If you don't want to offer enough sesame oil money, you are impious, and naturally it is impossible to get healed.

    Everyone on the field was full of bitterness. Looking at the fierce monk in front of them, and recalling the miracle doctor who did not repay the favor yesterday, after comparing them, they realized how noble Jimo's character is.

    Between the two, there is really a world of difference.

    Their inner beliefs also changed and turned to Jimo.

    Unbeknownst to Ji Hanhan, he somehow gained a group of loyal followers.

    He continued to move forward like Sixiang, and headed towards the direction of Xiaoleiyin Temple.

    As they kept approaching Xiaoleiyin Temple, Sixiang also felt that something was wrong, and said disdainfully: "It's really ironic that even Xiaoleiyin gave up the light and fell into the embrace of darkness. It turns out that the Buddha is also afraid of death!"

    Its spiritual sense is extremely keen, and it has already detected a hint of darkness.

    Obviously, Xiaoleiyin Temple is no longer upright, and has been reduced to a dark running dog.

    This dark aura is very obvious, indicating that it is not just a few people who have thrown themselves into the darkness, but a huge number of creatures.

    It is certain that the vast majority of people in Xiaoleiyin Temple have completely fallen.

    "If Little Leiyin Temple is no longer bright, there is no need to exist."

    Ji Mo's eyes were full of killing intent.

    Since Little Leiyin Temple has indeed been reduced to a running dog of the dark, it is possible that he really participated in the murder of the Great Immortal Kongkong back then, and he will definitely avenge the Great Immortal Kongkong and send Little Leiyinsi to hell.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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