"Does anyone know how to recite sutras? Recite a few verses quickly!"

The short-haired middle-aged man yelled.

"I...I will!"

An old man stood up. He was old, in poor health, and sick. In order to live a few more years, he began to believe in Buddhism.

He enshrines a statue of Guanyin in his home and recites a sutra every day.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

The short-haired middle-aged man urged.

The old man knelt down, clasped his hands together, and began to mutter sutras.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and they all looked at him.

The Dark Buddha listens.

"It seems useful?"

The tourists were refreshed.

The old man took a sneak glance at the Dark Buddha, thinking he had passed the test, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the Buddha spoke.

"The wild dogs are barking and noisy!"

The Buddha looked impatient, raised his left hand, and pressed into the air!

A black Buddha palm condensed by light suddenly appeared more than ten meters above the old man's head, and was quickly photographed.

boom!

Dust was flying, and blood and flesh were scattered everywhere.

When the black Buddha's palm disappeared, there was only a ball of flesh and blood smeared on the blue stone slab.

The old man is dead and there are no bones left!

Many people's scalps went numb when they saw this scene. Can't they even chant sutras?

The big black Buddha glances around.

Those tourists who had sparks between their eyebrows were frightened and kowtowed harder, and two of them even mutilated themselves to show their devotion to the Buddha.

But unfortunately, it's useless.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sparks exploded, igniting them.

"Yueyu..."

The photographer looked at Hua Yueyu reluctantly. He knew he was going to die and wanted to confess, but before he could finish his words, his whole body was set on fire.

"Brother Gu!"

Hua Yueyu was in a bad mood. Brother Gu worked hard and had superb photography skills. He didn't smoke or drink. He was a good man and a good partner. He didn't expect to die in a place like this.

"Come forward!"

"bow down!"

"Praise to the Buddha!"

The Buddha spoke with a cold voice.

"You asked us to worship Buddha, but you told us what to do?"

Someone yelled, indignantly.

The Buddha didn't pay attention to him, but snorted coldly again, spraying a ball of sparks from his nose.

Whoosh!

The tourists hurriedly backed away. Now everyone knows that if you get caught with this stuff, you will definitely die.

Sparks exploded, like a meteor shower, falling in front of some people's eyebrows.

At this moment, there is no distinction between high and low, rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, it only depends on luck.

A spark flashed in front of Hua Yueyu and landed in front of Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows.

"Oppa..."

Jin Ying was really panicked.

"do not give up!"

Lin Baici encouraged, his eyes wandering over the murals, while recalling everything that happened after the bell rang and the Buddha asked everyone to enter the hall to worship the Buddha.

"The way to worship the Buddha is to kneel down, copy scriptures, burn incense, offer tributes, chant sutras...chant sutras?"

Lin Baici suddenly had an idea.

chanting sutras,

It must be a way to worship the Buddha, but the Buddha is not satisfied. Is it because he does not understand?

Lin Baici lowered his head and looked at the scriptures on the bluestone floor in an unknown ethnic language, and then recalled the chanting sound that sounded at the beginning of the Main Hall.

None of them are Chinese.

"Yingzhen, you will read a scripture after me next!"

Lin Baici quickly opened his backpack, took out the black alms bowl, muttered "drink porridge" and "drink porridge" twice, and took out the vanilla futon.

When Hua Yueyu saw this scene, she looked very surprised. Normally, she would have asked what it was, but now that people are dying, she had no idea at all: "Bai Ci, chanting sutras is useless!"

"uncertain!"

Lin Baici walked towards the Buddha: "Hurry up!"

Jin Yingzhen quickly followed.

Lin Baici placed the vanilla futon and asked Jin Yingzhen to kneel on it, and then he began to chant.

Thank you for listening to it!

Let him listen to it once and he will remember that passage.

Jin Yingzhen listened to Lin Bai recite a sentence, and she repeated it. Because she had the blessing of being able to recite it by ear while kneeling on the futon, Jin Yingzhen's current memory is very good.

Some tourists walked around the hall and did not give up looking for clues, while a few broke their jars and fell flat.

They watched Jin Yingzhen chanting sutras and felt that her efforts were in vain.

That old man has proved with his life that chanting sutras is useless.

"I would rather be burned to death than be photographed into a puddle of rotten flesh!"

The old aunt whispered.

Soon, people discovered that something was wrong. The Buddha did not kill anyone. It was listening to the oval-faced girl chanting sutras, and the serious expression on its face also melted away.

Five minutes have passed.

After Jin Yingzhen finished reciting, he looked at the Buddha with a worried look.

"Back off!"

The Buddha waved his hand, and the sparks between Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows popped and then disappeared.

"Survived! Survived!"

Jin Yingzhen jumped up excitedly, like a koala, hugged Lin Baici and kissed him hard.

"Oppa, you are my superman!"

Jin Yingzhen spent the rest of his life full of gratitude to Lin Baici.

He saved me again!

"Is it okay to chant sutras?"

"Then why was the old man killed?"

"It seems that the scriptures recited are different!"

The tourists were talking a lot and gathered around Lin Baici, wanting to find out more.

Everyone can see it.
Chapter completed!