"There is permanence in the world? Impermanence in the world? Impermanence in the world?" The monk on the stage spoke slowly, "The Buddha once said that being permanent and impermanent is neither beneficial nor wisdom, which means that discussing these things will not help us practice."

"But people in the world are ignorant, so you must ask clearly..." The monk's voice slowly spread in the scene. "You must ask clearly because the world is full of strange things, and all living beings are in the sea of ​​suffering."

"If sentient beings do not understand, then they cannot transcend. My Buddha is compassionate to give the answer to sentient beings. The great world is the norm, and it can be divided into four kalpas of formation, existence, destruction and emptiness."

"Cult is the birth of the world, and residence is the world maintaining its original balance. Bad catastrophe tells the story of the world gradually collapse, emptiness is great destruction, and everything returns to nothingness..."

"Every catastrophe lasts for hundreds of years, and we are in a bad catastrophe... How to avoid catastrophes?"

"Amitabha Buddha, you can't avoid any disasters. Only by believing in the Buddha's devoutness and entering the cycle of reincarnation after death can you be able to transcend..."

The voice of the monks came into everyone's ears, and the people watching the play were confused and half-understand and half-do not.

Some people even showed impatience on their faces, but they didn't dare to speak out when they thought of the monk's power.

Monk Yuanhui's face was gloomy. He didn't say anything, but just waited quietly.

When Zhou Fan and the others saw that Monk Yuanhui did not move, they naturally remained unmoved.

However, Zhou Fan felt that the monk's words seemed to make sense, and they were rampant in the world, and it sounded a bit like the bad kalpa mentioned by the monk.

"Don't listen to the monster monk's nonsense and confusing his mind." Li Jiuyue couldn't help but whisper to persuade Zhou Fan when he saw Zhou Fan's contemplative state.

Zhou Fan just smiled faintly. In his previous life, he had seen many religions. The more chaotic the times, the more popular religions became. These theories of world-destruction sounded reasonable, but they were actually nonsense, so of course he would not believe them.

The monk talked for a while, and then he kept silent and stood up.

Only when he stood up could he see that he was extremely tall, more than six feet tall.

A little novice monk walked up quickly with a wooden pallet, which had a piece of white cloth on it.

The monk uncovered the white cloth and was a dagger with a cold light.

Looking at the dagger, the crowd was even quieter, and they watched with breath.

Zhou Fan was infected by the atmosphere, so he also stared at the monk, wanting to see what the monk was going to do?

Monk Yuanhui's face became even colder.

The middle-aged monk picked up the dagger, and he stabbed his Adam's apple calmly, and the dagger was directly penetrated into the Adam's apple until he could only see the handle of the dagger.

An uproar could not help but sound in the crowd.

Zhou Fan was also stunned. Is this monk trying to die?

The dagger entered the throat, but no blood oozed out.

The middle-aged monk showed no trace of pain on his face. The dagger he held in his hand swung from the middle to both sides and cut it.

Zhou Fan could even hear the shallow sound of cutting flesh and bones.

Zhou Fan was completely stunned.

The middle-aged monk cut his head completely with a sharp dagger, and the smooth neck and head still did not have a trace of blood.

He threw away the dagger, held his head in both hands, and looked at all the people under the stage: "I am merciful..."

He began to recite a few verses, and the devout people below also recited and bowed.

Many people showed a hint of fear on their faces.

Zhou Fan was dumbfounded. This monk didn't seem to be playing magic. Could he really be able to cut his head to death?

While chanting the scriptures, the middle-aged monk walked to the pillars of the stage and took the nails from the little monk. He stabbed his forehead with a long nail and nailed his head to the pillars.

Then the headless body sat cross-legged and folded his hands together, and the nailed head and the broad lips were still chanting the scriptures quickly.

More and more people kneeling down.

"This demon monk has two tricks." Li Jiuyue suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Fan looked at the head nailed to the pillar. While he was puzzled, he was also thinking in his heart that it seemed that spreading faith in this world is also a technical job. If it were placed in his world, he had such ability to spread faith... he would have been on the list of shooting deaths this month long ago.

"It's almost done." Monk Yuanhui, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

"What's almost done?" Zhou Fan thought strangely.

Monk Yuanhui did not answer. At a corner of the stage, the moment a stick of incense was extinguished, the middle-aged monk's head stopped chanting the scriptures. His body stood up, his hands shaking and groping, pulling the nail out of the middle of his forehead.

Then he held his head in both hands and attached it to his neck, and actually asked him to take it.

The nail print in the middle of the forehead is also disappearing, and everything looks like a dream.

The middle-aged monk bent down slightly with the little shaman.

The people who were kneeling down and bowed to the monks again.

The middle-aged monk took the little novice monk off the stage.

Monk Yuanhui walked forward, and Zhou Fan and Li Jiuyue also quickly followed.

On one side of the stage, Monk Yuanhui and Zhou Fan and the others stopped the middle-aged monk who was about to leave.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Yuanhui is here for good health." The middle-aged monk said calmly.

"Jingyun, I am not your senior brother." Monk Yuanhui said coldly, "You can grasp the time. A stick of incense is not much or less."

"Jingyun dared not pass any through." Jingyun replied calmly.

"After teaching the Dharma, then leave Tianliang City early and don't cause trouble." Yuanhui looked at Jingyun and said coldly.

Jingyun slowly closed his eyes and shook his head, "My master and apprentice plan to live in Tianliang City for a while."

"Then don't let me know that you are secretly spreading the Dharma." Yuanhui's eyes condensed, his lips moved, and finally he said something like this.

Jingyun did not answer, but took Xiaosha Mi to leave quickly.

"Let Tianliangliya find the constable to stare at him and don't let him make trouble." Yuanhui's face was gloomy and said to Zhou Fan and the others, "He shouldn't stay in Tianliang City for long. If the next time Lord Yan and I are away, he will come again. He only has one stick of incense to pass on the magic. After one stick of incense, if you dare to talk nonsense again, then mobilize the patrol team and destroy him!"

Monk Yuanhui said this with murderous intent, not like a monk at all.

Zhou Fan and Li Jiuyue responded lightly, and it was obvious that Yuan Hui brought them to explain the matter.

Monk Yuanhui was in a bad mood. After saying this, he turned around and left.

"Brother Li, Master Yuanhui is this..." Zhou Fan was still confused now.

Li Jiuyue laughed and said, "Brother Zhou, the reason why Master Yuanhui is like this is because the demon monk comes from the Small Buddha Temple, and he comes from the Big Buddha Temple. The two are already in the same power as water and fire."

"Why do you call that Jingyun the demon monk?" Zhou Fan asked.
Chapter completed!